“Don’t make a habit of hurtin’ girls,” he says gruffly.

I smile. I can’t help it. He narrows his eyes, clearly confused.

“You will admit you like me one day.”

He grunts. “Not fuckin’ likely.”

I beam at him, because I can see the amusement behind his poor attempt at a glare. I spin around, pleased with myself. I begin walking back to the compound, but before I’m too far away, I call over my shoulder to him.

“See you around, buddy.”

I don’t see his expression, but I imagine it’s one filled with confusion. Spike just needs to let his demons go. I wonder if Ciara will be the girl to do that for him? I hope so. She seems right for him. She’s got a backbone hidden behind that sweet exterior, and one day, that backbone will cause her to snap at Spike. Maybe then, they’ll make some decent progress. He feels something for her too, it was written all over his face the day we stopped by his warehouse. He’s just not ready to admit it yet. It’s coming though, and boy, will it come with a boom.

“Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes at the sound of Britney’s voice. I turn and see her walking towards me, a snarky expression on her face.

“Do you ever give up?” I say, crossing my arms.

“You think you’ve got them all under your thumb. Little miss darkness comes in, making them all work for her affections. They’ll get bored of you eventually.”

I sigh. “Are we onto this again? Give up, you’re no more than a good time to these guys. They use you, feed you and get rid of you. They do that because you let them. You put yourself in the situation where you gain no respect, because you don’t keep your legs closed. Just face it, you’ll never be anyone’s Old Lady.”

She scowls and steps up closer, and I get a whiff of her overpowered perfume. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.”

I wave my hand and turn. “Heard it all before, move on.”

I walk off, leaving her alone. I’m tired of her shit; the girl seriously needs to move on. I step around the side of the house, and head down to Cade’s shed. I left my purse there earlier. When I get in, he’s on the phone, cursing at some poor person on the other end. He notices me standing at the door, and tones down his excessive cussing. I walk in and take a seat at his old desk. I pick up a few mags and begin flicking through. My cheeks flush when I come across some seriously raunchy articles. One of them is oral sex positions. I tilt my head to the side and feel my eyes widen at the position the couple is in.

“Yeah, call me back with details.”

Cade snaps his phone closed and walks over, stopping behind me. I hear his light chuckle when he realizes what it is I’m reading.

“Curious, baby?” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I suppose you could say that, yeah. How the hell do they do that?”

“Stand up,” he orders, removing his fingers from my locks.

I spin on the chair and stare at him. “What?”

“Stand up, I’ll show you.”

I grin at him. “No way.”

“Baby, get the fuck up, and get over here.”

“No way you’re doing that to me.”

“Gonna feel fuckin’ amazing. Now get up.”

“No.”

He smirks and walks over, gripping my shoulders and pulling me up. He leans down close, brushing his lips across mine.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to try this. Now, get your pants off.”

“Cade, you’ll never hold me!”

He gives me an arched brow, and then he leans down and grips my shorts. “Off, now.”

“Cade…”

“Sugar…”

“Yeah, I know,” I grumble, shifting out of my shorts. “Shut the fuck up.”

He laughs and turns, walking over to the shed door and locking it. Then he spins back towards me and grips his jeans, lowering them as he moves. God, why does he have to be so fucking yummy? When he reaches me, his jeans are lowered and his cock is out, hard and pulsing. My attempt at pretending this wasn’t a good thing, is now turning into complete, desperate want. I stare down at his erection, and my tongue slides out and across my bottom lip.

“Want that, sugar?”

“You know I do,” I purr.

“Then come here, get those panties off, and let’s play.”

I drop my panties without a second question. I stand before him, pussy exposed, ready for anything he’s got to give. He steps forward grinning, and huskily murmurs, “Handstand, sugar.”

I flush and bend down, putting my hands on the ground. Cade leans down, grips my ankles and lifts me, bringing my legs up. My belly is facing his belly, and my pussy is now right in front of his face. His cock stabs me a couple of times as he adjusts us, hooking my legs around the back of his neck until my ankles are locking. Then he wraps his arms around my midsection and brings me up higher until his mouth is hovering over my open, sensitive flesh. His cock is at my face now, throbbing, needy. I wrap my fingers around it, still feeling completely nervous that I’m upside down and wrapped around him, and we’re about to go for one hell of a 69 job.

“I can fuckin’ smell you. Fuck, you want me, sugar,” Cade growls and I can feel his breath against my pussy.

“Stop talking,” I mewl.

He chuckles, and leans his head down, grazing his tongue across my sensitive tissues. I groan and take his cock, feeding the head into my mouth. He grunts and the vibrations travel through my clit. I take him deeper, sliding him in and swirling my tongue around his head and over his piercings. At the same time, he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks the end with his tongue. I open my mouth and gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. He jerks his hips, bringing my attention back to his cock. I close my lips over him again, and suck with everything I have. He returns the favor until we’re a mass of moans and trembling legs.