Wrecked (10 page)

“I am not—”

“Today you’re gonna have eggs.”

She was finding it was easier to just humor Wade.

Besides, he’d bowed to her request for a few more days and nights of mind erasing sex in the comfort of her own bed. The least she could do was try his stupid steak for breakfast.

“Fine.” CeCe drew in a breath and let it out. “Do I have time to shower first?”
 
She felt a little sticky from all the sex.

He grinned, obviously pleased with himself that she’d given in so easily. “Sure. Take all the time you need, beautiful. In fact, I think I’ll join you.”

She shook her head at his persistence. “Somehow I don’t think that’s going to save time.”

 
“Nope. But it will be time well spent and a whole lotta fun too. Mm, mm. You all wet and sudsy. I can hardly wait.” Wade grabbed her hand and pulled her up and off the bed.

In spite of herself, she had to laugh at his enthusiasm. He might be exactly what she needed to soothe her bruised and battered ego.

Then, maybe, she’d be able to figure out what to do next.

CHAPTER 10

Wade followed in his truck as CeCe led the way in her car.

They drove from the parking lot of the hotel, down the California highway.

The scenery changed with every mile that passed and though it wasn’t all that far, by the time CeCe slowed and flipped on her blinker, they might have been in an entirely different world.

She turned into a drive and pulled slowly through a set of imposing wrought iron gates that had Wade wide eyed as he drove his truck between them. The driveway circled in front of a building bearing an impressive stone façade.

“Damn.” He let out a long slow whistle and leaned forward to try and see how far above him the house soared.

CeCe Cole was no bullshit rich. As in billionaire kind of rich, like someone who owned one of the largest auto parts companies in the country should be. He should have realized from that fact alone what he was walking into.

If who she was hadn’t been enough of a clue for him, in addition to the company she owned, he should have guessed just from the car she was sporting around in like it was nothing. New, and he had no doubt she’d bought it new, that little sports car of hers probably cost more than he earned in two years working the circuit, maybe three.

It didn’t matter if he was in line to inherit one third of his grandfather’s twenty-five thousand acre ranch, he knew this place, in this location, was worth far more than his spread would ever be.

Yet CeCe Cole, in spite of all her lavish things, was still the most discontented woman he’d ever come across, thereby proving money didn’t buy happiness.

He tried to keep that surreal knowledge in mind as he rolled down his window. “Where should I park?”

She’d pulled her car into a bay in a stone building that matched the house, but on a smaller scale.

Closing the automatic door with the push of a button, she walked to his truck, teetering in her heels on the cobblestones. The drive was pretty, but she’d be lucky if she didn’t break an ankle trying to get from the car to the house.

“In front of the carriage house is fine.”

A carriage house. So that’s what high falutin’ folks called their fancy garages.

She continued, “Pull it up close though. The landscapers should be here one day this week and they’ll need room to get past.”

“The landscapers. Got it.” Shaking his head at that new piece of information, Wade pulled up to where she’d said.

CeCe was breaking Wade of all sorts of firsts that, at forty years old, he’d never expected. First sex in an elevator. First time he’d said yes to willingly sticking around for more than a night during what he’d intended to be a one-night stand. And, apparently, his first lay who was as rich as King Midas and all his gold.

All in the span of twenty-four hours. It was turning out to be one hell of a week and it was only Monday.

He locked the doors and pocketed the key to his pick-up. Why he did that, he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to steal his truck in this neighborhood.

Wade sauntered toward the front door of a building that looked more like a museum than a home.

No wonder she felt lonely here. The size alone would isolate a person even if it was full of people. But it was also no surprise she’d chosen for them to spend the week here instead of over at his crappy hotel room.

Hell, he’d been happy it had a coffee maker and that the room was clean. Both of those amenities put the hotel steps above some of the places he’d stayed.

Obviously, CeCe had a far different level of comparison when it came to accommodations.

Truth be told, it was a little mind boggling, but none of this shit mattered to him. If where they stayed had a bed, he was happy. A bed with a hellcat like CeCe in it with him, even better.

His duffle bag in one hand, Wade reached where she was opening the front door. “Nice place you got here.”

She snorted. “Wanna buy it? It’s on the market. Good price too. Divorce sale.”

He heard the bitterness in her tone and realized this house was probably nothing more than one big bad memory to her. A constant reminder of her pain, like a splinter trapped beneath her skin.

Wade could fix that—or at least ease the pain a bit. He’d be more than happy to supply her with new memories to replace the old.

He glanced around, as if considering the place. “Hmm, interesting. Let me talk to my investment manager and see what he says. I’ll uh, have my people call your people.”

She rolled her eyes at him before taking a step inside. Smiling, he followed her in and pushed the door closed behind him before dropping his bag on the floor. “Where first?”

She watched him with widened eyes as he backed her up against the wall. “Excuse me?”

He positioned one thigh between her legs—which was becoming his favorite place to be. He had her pinned in place by his body, bracketed between the arms he braced against the wall.

Wade leaned low and ran his mouth over her throat before saying, “Which room do you want to christen first? Of course, it doesn’t matter which is first I guess. We’re going to get to all of them eventually. At least, we will if I have anything to say about it. That okay with you?”

He latched onto her neck with his teeth.

She drew in a stuttering breath. “How about the bedroom?”

Enjoying how easy it was to get this woman revved up, he smiled. “Oh, we’ll get there eventually. But I’m in the mood to explore other venues a bit first.”

He glanced around him at the cold marble foyer, so empty sounds echoed within it. With its single table in the center, decorated with a glass vase filled with fresh flowers, Wade decided this room didn’t hold much appeal for what he had in mind.

Time to go exploring. Or, he had an even better idea. Given the size of this place, it might be better if he enlisted CeCe’s help. “Your ex-husband have a home office here?”

“Yes. He liked to hide in there for hours. Probably watching gay porn on his computer.”

Wade frowned. “When you said he’d cheated on you, I’d assumed it was with a woman.”

“Oh, it was. Many women. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Wade let that comment go as the ramblings of a bitter divorcee, though he had to admit he’d most likely look at John Cole and wonder a little bit the next time he saw him in the chute seats at an event. “Anyway, show me this office.”

“Why?” she asked.

“His desk still in there?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going to fuck you on top of it. That okay?” he asked.

Her eyes widened just a bit before she took a step forward. “This way.”

Grinning, Wade grabbed his bag—because that’s where the condoms were—and followed. He had a feeling he was going to thoroughly enjoy his room-by-room tour of the house. So would CeCe.

CHAPTER 11

The revenge sex in the office didn’t take all that long.

Wade had been more interested in the conceptual satisfaction than the actual physical gratification.

He got plenty of both by taking her on her cheating ex-husband’s desk and, as it turned out, also in his desk chair while CeCe straddled him.

What he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm to make sure she wouldn’t forget the day anytime soon.

Kinky office sex was yet another first for him, but there was something to be said for a nice big bed. That was the main reason he suggested that they adjourn to the bedroom the minute he was done claiming John Cole’s former office in the name of CeCe—or maybe in the name of Wade Long. He liked that last idea.

CeCe didn’t argue with his plan to head to the bedroom. Probably because chair sex and desk sex hadn’t yielded any orgasms for her.

In his defense he had been working with a handicap. He could sense that she hated the office as much as she hated her ex-husband. He could see that in the set of her jaw and the flashing of her eyes.

Inside her bedroom, which was about as big as he expected it to be in such a grand house, she seemed more relaxed. Calmer. And a little aggressive, which Wade was fine with once in a while.

She stared at him now through eyes so narrowed she looked even more like a predator than her usual hellcat. “Take off your clothes.”

He was surprised at her order, but never opposed to being naked in the presence of a beautiful woman. “Okay.”

After dropping his bag on the floor and tossing the box of condoms on the nightstand, Wade proceeded to strip for her. He didn’t miss how her gaze followed every move. He also didn’t miss how she was still dressed.

“
Quid pro quo
, beautiful.”

CeCe cocked one perfectly shaped brow high. “Fancy words for a bullfighter.”

She had basically just insulted him. He’d deal with that and her once they were both naked.

“Yup. They mean you’d better get your clothes off too.” He stopped in the middle of unzipping his jeans and waited.

Finally, CeCe reached for the zipper on her skirt.

“Good girl.” He grinned and finished stripping, anxious to see if the big bed felt as soft as it looked.

Reclining on his back, he sunk into a mass of pillows and goose down. It sure beat the hell out of the hotel bed and bedding.

CeCe followed him onto the mattress, stalking toward him with the look of a cat on the prowl. She stopped mid-way up his body and he grinned when he realized her intent.

He’d enjoy being buried between those pretty lips of hers. That was one thing they hadn’t gotten to last night or this morning.

As she lowered her lips over his cock, he squeezed his eyes shut to better concentrate on the sensations.

On the skill of the woman sucking him off as she stroked up and down with both hand and mouth.

On the feel of the wet heat surrounding him.

On the finger CeCe was slowly sneaking back behind his balls before she tried poking it inside a place he didn’t want it to go.

 
“Uh, where you think you’re going down there?” He reached down and grasped her wrist, pulling her hand a safe distance away.

She lifted her head and slipped her mouth off his cock. “You’ll see.”