Page 196 of Scarlet Wars
Not being particularly skilled in the wholerelationshipdepartment—aside from the faint trauma flashbacks of what I’d had with James once upon a time—I had no idea what to expect from it.
Being with Caden though, was awholelot different than being with James.
For starters, I was lucky if I could leave his room long enough to pee.
In the three days after I’d finally womanned up and told him he was the one I wanted, we’d had sex for roughly ninety percent of that time.
My body was wrung out.
I was covered in bite marks I could’ve healed with a thought, but erasing Caden from my skin felt…wrong.
That being said, my poor pussy was so wrecked I’d started walking with a small gap between my legs. I looked like I was auditioning for a godsdamn cowboy movie.
A fact Caden, of course, found absolutely hilarious.
He’d also spanked my ass so much I could barely sit, which hadn’t exactly escaped Jackson’s notice when he stopped by that late afternoon to talk about his abduction.
“Are you okay?” His tone was so genuinely worried I almost felt guilty about it.
“Yes, yes. I just…” I swallowed hard. “Burned my ass cheeks.”
Caden snorted from across the room, and I could feel my face catching fire.
“You burned…your ass?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding way too earnestly. “Stood too close to the fireplace.”
Wow. Really an A plus lie. Groundbreaking work.
Jackson blinked. Then smirked. “Why didn’t you move?”
“What?”
“From the fire. Why didn’t you move away?”
Oh great. An interrogation.
“Because,” I said slowly, “I was…looking for something.”
Brilliant. Truly inspired.
“You were looking for something…in the fire?”
I nodded.
“Ass first?”
Fuck.
He grinned. “You do realize that me being bonded to Sean means I know everything he does, right?”
Across the room, asshole Caden chuckled from his corner, so I did the logical thing and threw a shoe at him.
“Sorry,” I muttered to Jackson. “Didn’t mean to lie. We’re simply…keeping things quiet until we figure out how to deal with the Chiefs.”
Jackson nodded. “I understand. No one will hear it from me.” Then he smiled, a little too innocently. “Which doesn’t mean Sean and I won’t discuss it at length.”
I threw my other shoe at the black-haired foul-mouthed Orator, then winced because of the abrupt movement.
