When Dove Cries by Beth D. Carter Page A

she set about changing them on both beds in the spare bedrooms—one for her and one for Cade. Although, the thought of sharing one made her heart pound with excitement and her pussy throb with want. It was a fantasy, after all, because Draven and Cade weren’t exactly the best of friends like North and Givon. Dove couldn’t imagine how a relationship between the three of them could possibly work.
    “You didn’t have to make my bed,” Cade said from behind her, making her jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
    She shook her head and grinned at him. “It’s okay. I was lost in thought.”
    “Let me help you.” He came into the room and got on the other side of the double bed.
    Dove snapped out the top sheet and he grabbed two corners. Then, as if they’d been doing it for years, they measured how much sheet was on each side then tucked it in the bottom and the sides. He smoothed the blanket on top.
    “Thanks,” she said.
    “I should be thanking you,” he said back. “You made my bed.”
    Their gazes met and held, that incredible feeling from before rushing back. He walked around the bed to stand in front of her then raised his hand and ran his knuckles over her cheek then down to her jaw, where he briefly touched her lower lip, before running it down her throat to her collarbone. Her heart was hammering as her body came awake with a hunger that took her by surprise.
    “How old are you, Dove?” he asked softly.
    “T-twenty-one,” she stammered, a bit breathless.
    “Jesus, you’re so young,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I’m a fucking dirty old man for wanting you like I do.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Forty-three,” he said, sighing. “Old enough to know better. But I still want to kiss you.”
    “Do you think just because I’m young I don’t know my own mind?”
    She took a step closer to him so their bodies touched. Her nipples pebbled as they brushed against his chest.
    “People change,” he told her. “In ten years, you won’t be the same woman you are now.”
    “Some women just know what they want.”
    “Do you know what you want, Dove? What if I kissed you right now? Is that what you want?”
    All she could do was nod.
    He cupped her face and bent, moving his mouth slowly toward hers as if he were giving her enough time to back away. But she wasn’t going to back away. She wanted this. She wanted him. Of course, she wanted Draven as well, but she wasn’t going to think about that right now because Cade’s lips touched hers, lightly at first, as if testing and teasing, light as a feather. At first, he didn’t press her for more then he swiped his tongue over her mouth, and she gasped. He took advantage of her lips parting to surge his tongue inside, touching and dancing it with hers. Suddenly he pushed her up against the wall, sliding one of his legs between her thighs to open her up. The kiss went from tentative to scorching in a nanosecond as he devoured her, the kisses coming hard and soft and, at the same time, hungry and possessive.
    He trailed kisses over her cheek then down to her neck where he took little nips before licking the sensitized area. He thrust his hips into her to keep her against the wall, and his hard cock pressed against her pussy. She moaned at how good he felt against her and tried to buck her hips, but he held her immobile.
    He cupped her breast with his hand. She knew she wasn’t that big but was glad to see that what she had filled his palm. He ran his thumb over the nipple, teasing it until it became turgid, which caused a strange pulling sensation between her thighs. That and feeling how hard he was for her made her cunt wet with need.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear just before he licked the shell and sucked the lobe into his hot mouth.
    When he finally pulled back, they were both panting hard. She was practically riding his leg and grinding down to stimulate her clit, and a sweet ache engulfed her body. She had