he wanted. And he did. He plunged into me in one hard thrust. Good thing I was flexible. This time I buried my head in his shoulder to muffle my screams. And scream I did. Kaden brought out the hidden sex-crazed goddess in me, and I didn’t hold back.
After we both came, he held me until we were sane again. He extracted himself from my body, backed up a few steps, and pulled a napkin out of his pocket. He cleaned me off the best he could and then himself.
The Parkers were into the environment, so I wasn’t completely surprised this secret garden had a discreet garbage can disguised as a toad. We dressed in silence.
“Want to go back to the party?” he asked.
I opened my mouth to say no, then shut it, having second thoughts. “Do you think we should?”
“I am one of the groomsmen.”
“Then I guess we should at least to say good night. But they’ll know what we’ve been doing.”
He shook his head as if he thought I was a little nuts. “You did notice that couple down the path a ways, right? And Axel and Geneva are probably still in one of the bedrooms. And Ziggy and Juniper? And—”
“I get the point. We’re all doing the same thing.”
“A horny bunch, aren’t we?”
“I guess that’s hockey players for you.”
He shrugged. Together we found a side door and a nearby powder room, where we washed off a little better before rejoining society.
We entered the grand ballroom or whatever it was. There were still quite a few people milling about. Steele stomped toward the exit as we walked in, his face red with anger.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kaden blocked his exit.
“That woman is the most infuriating female I’ve ever had the displeasure to be forced to spend time with.” Steele’s face was contorted with frustration, and he was gesturing wildly. My experience with Steele was limited, but his current behavior seemed out of character.
“What woman?” I asked, knowing as soon as I said it what a pointless question it was. Steele gave me one of those I-can’t-believe-you’re-asking-me-that looks. He pointed toward Cin, pushed Kaden aside, and stormed off.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Stuff on the Couch
~~Kaden~~
Lanie and I managed to get some sleep that night. After all, tomorrow night would be a late one, too. I expected the wedding festivities to last late into the evening or early morning.
I left Lanie’s room about nine a.m. She’d be working the rest of the day and into the evening. Once the caterers took over, she’d be off the hook. I was looking forward to having her to myself along with the hundred other guests.
I walked the short distance to the cottage. Steele had just come back from a jog, and we met at the front door. Opening it, we walked inside. It was oddly quiet.
I’d gotten used to the constant blues music Cin played from the moment she woke up to the time she fell asleep. She was a night person, another fact that drove my buddy crazy. He got up early and went to bed relatively early. Another issue where they were constantly at odds.
“Where is she?” I mused aloud. “And Herc?”
Steele didn’t answer. He was too busy scowling at the pile of clothes and other stuff on the couch, the collection of open suitcases, and the random dog food kibble spread about the room. Herc liked to bury bits of food, saving them for later, I guessed.
“This place is a fucking mess. She’s leaving tomorrow, isn’t she?”
“No idea. I imagine so. She probably has a job to get back to.”
“She works? I doubt it. She probably lives off a trust fund while pretending to understand the downtrodden.”
I chuckled and turned toward the kitchen, pulling a frying pan out of the cupboard. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah. Thanks. She calls me Mr. Tight-ass even though she knows it pisses me off.”
“That’s why she does it. She’s chirping at you, just like an opposing player does to get under your skin. Only their words don’t seem to affect you, while she walks in a room, and you’re on edge.”
“I am not.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head in amazement anyone was so dense. “You keep believing that. I half expected a fistfight last night between Cave and you. You didn’t like Cave hustling her. What’s up with that? What do you care?”
“I don’t care.” Steele propped his hands on his hips and glared at me. I laughed at him.
“You have the hots for her.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Right.” I rummaged