The Secrets We Hide (The Four #2) - Becca Steele Page 0,38

unbelievable.” His hoarse words sounded low in my ear, as he pulled out and turned me around to face him. Sitting on the car, my legs shaky, I looked up at his gorgeous face, winding my arms around his neck.

He carefully picked me up and carried me round the side of the car, somehow managing to open my door without dropping me. Placing me down on my seat, he clipped my belt around me, covering my now-shivering body with a blanket that had been rolled up in the footwell.

“Totally worth the wait,” I murmured, once he’d opened his own door and slid into his seat.

“Yeah. I agree.” With a smile playing across his face, he leaned over and kissed my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face, before he started the engine.

I sank back against my seat, my eyes closed.

He completely wrecked me.

Could I say dickmatized?

If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.

The party was still going strong when we pulled into the driveway. Cade motioned for me to stay where I was, then came around to my side of the car and scooped me up, blanket and all. He carried me into the house and up the stairs, ignoring everyone else, not stopping until we were in his bathroom, the door locked firmly behind us. The sound of the running water drowned out the noise of the party—mostly, anyway, and he stripped us both off and soaped my body, still not speaking, his touch sparking the fire back to life inside of me.

I felt his hard cock against my ass and ground myself back into it, and he groaned, sliding his hands around me to caress my breasts as I leaned back against his chest, turning my head to kiss him.

“Do we have time for one more round?” My voice came out all breathy.

“There’s always time for one more round.” He slid one of his hands up to cup my throat, squeezing lightly, trailing kisses along my jawline.

A loud banging on the door made us both jump, and I screeched loudly.

“Stop fucking and get out here!” Weston’s shout came through the locked door.

I pouted and Cade laughed, shaking his head. “Cockblocked by my own brother. Come on. We’ll continue this later when everyone’s gone.”

“I suppose we’d better be social, if we must.” I sighed, giving him one last kiss before I left the shower—very reluctantly, may I add.

Time to face the music.

SEVENTEEN

In the kitchen, leaning against the island, I sipped my drink while I chatted to a couple of girls from my economics class, idly admiring Cade as he talked to Z and another guy. Every now and then he’d catch my eye, giving me a smile or a cheeky wink, and every time, my heart skipped a beat. We were both wearing jeans, standing out like sore thumbs in the midst of the crowd still dressed in their ball gowns, tuxes, and suits, but to me, he looked better than anyone else in the room. I’d been teasing earlier when I’d called him King Caiden, but the way his presence dominated the room, everyone deferring to him? I wasn’t wrong. He was a born leader, someone that other people looked up to and admired. Admired a bit too much, if we were talking about the girls who were constantly vying for his attention.

“You’ve worked miracles.”

I turned around to see Cassius behind me. He motioned with his head, and I said goodbye to the girls, following him out through the sliding doors onto the back decked area with the hot tub, which was mostly empty thanks to the chill in the air. I opened the wooden storage unit we kept outside and pulled out two thick, fluffy blankets, handing one to Cassius, then sank into the reclining chair next to his, huddling under my blanket.

“What do you mean, I’ve worked miracles?” I picked up the conversation where we’d left off inside.

“Cade. He’s, I dunno, happy.”

A smile spread across my face. “Elaborate?”

He settled back in his chair, taking a swig from his beer bottle before continuing. “When we were younger, yeah, he used to play up and get into trouble, but he was more like West. More…carefree, I guess? But ever since his mum died, he’s been kind of angry and brooding a lot of the time—most of the time, in fact. The whole burden he took on, the responsibility of what happened, and all that shit with your mother… He didn’t seem like he had much to