Twisted Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 6) (5 page)

“Did you really think you could bring me flowers and I’d turn into a pile of goo? I’m not that kind of girl. Flowers don’t do shit for me.”

“I. Want…” He moves toward me but I step away. “To. Take. Your. Gorgeous. Ass.” He takes another step. “On a goddamned date,” he finally gets out.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got to work. I need money or else I won’t eat tomorrow. Within a week I won’t have a place to stay. I do what I have to do to survive, you arrogant, cocky asshole.”

Cruze grinds his teeth together so hard I can hear it. “You don’t know the first thing about me. You’re the arrogant, cocky asshole. If you’d give me the chance I’d let you see just how alike we are.”

I take a deep breath. “We’re alike? Yeah, this is the hotel room that I’m living in while my fucking mansion is being fixed. And Jessica is my maid. She cleans and cooks for me. Oh, and—”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lunges for me and wraps his hands around my waist, pulls me against his huge, fully hardened cock. “I’m from Tennessee. I grew up in a trailer park. I never met my father. He drove my mom home from the hospital, told her he was going out for diapers, and never came back. So don’t fucking pretend like you know what my life is like.”

The tension in my body deflates like a balloon with a hole in it. I’ve been a total bitch. He’s right. I don’t know the first thing about him. I glance up as his beautiful face. “I’m so sorry, Cruze. So fucking sorry. You’re right, I—”

Cruze’s lips are on mine. Demanding. His tongue claims my mouth and I let out a little moan as hot desire races through my body. He releases my lips and trails kisses down my neck to my collarbones.  “God, Cadence. I’ll never get enough of you.”

I unzip his pants and kneel in front of him. His skin smells of clean and man and something else. I grab his cock in my hand and swirl my tongue around the tip. He sucks in a breath, places his hands on my head, and wraps his fingers in my hair. I take all of him in, sliding my hand and my mouth up and down his cock. It’s at that moment I realize he isn’t wearing a condom.

He seems to realize it too. “Cadence?” he says my name like a question.

Fuck it, I think and I move my mouth up and down.

“God damn, Cade, your mouth is like Heaven. God. Fuck. Ahhhh.” I feel his orgasm coming. His body is tensing and I’m prepared to swallow, but at the last second he pulls me off, kisses me, and then picks me up. “Which one is yours?” he asks, walking us over to the beds. My legs are wrapped around his hips. I’m kissing his chest, moving my fingers over every part of his hot body.

I pause and look back. “There,” I say, directing him. He kneels on the bed and bends over so my back touches the rumpled comforter.

Cruze moves so his cock is situated between my legs and gently presses my knees open. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, licks two of his fingers, and sticks them inside. “And so fucking wet.” He bends over and gently licks my clit. Suckles it, softly at first and then harder.

I moan. “Fuck, Cruze. Don’t stop.” He eases another finger inside and moves them in and out slowly, methodically, and he licks and suckles my clit.

“God, I’m going to come.” I shudder all over his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He slows down a little, kisses around my clit and breathes on it, warming it. After a few seconds he starts up again, sucking harder, moving faster. My body immediately responds and I feel another orgasm building. “Fuck, Cruze. I want your cock inside me.”

“I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

“My purse,” I say between pants. Then, “Fuck it. I want you inside me now.”

Cruze doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his fingers out and rams his cock deep into my wet pussy, harder and harder. His fingers find my tits and grab and squeeze my nipples.

We’re breathing together in unison. Fast.

“Cade, you feel so good. Oh, God, I’m going to come.” He thrusts in one more time and I feel his orgasm deep inside. His finger assaults my clit as he slides in and out of my pussy slowly. I grab my tits and squeeze as another orgasm consumes my body.

There’s a little sweat on Cruze’s brow. He’s still fully dressed, except his pants are around his ankles.

I smile. “Can we do that again?”

He laughs. “Absolutely. After I take your divine ass to dinner.”

“Sure, let me get cleaned up real fast.”

She walks into the bathroom and I check out the room that she shares with the other girl, Jessica. The place is tiny, but homey.

My phone rings and I look at the number. It isn’t one I recognize, but I answer it anyway.

“This is John Cruze.”

“Don’t say a word. Just listen.”

“Who is this?” I ask.

“Good God, you fucking stink at taking direction.”

“Zane,” I breathe.

“Listen, there’s a couple of things you need to know and I’m going to say them quick. Cadence had a brother. He died. She’s dealing with that and can’t give him a funeral or truly mourn for him until she’s given a check I wrote her.”

“Shit.”

“Exactly. On top of that, she’s now the controlling partner in my production company. She’s smart and can catch on, but you need to help her. If you don’t, I’ll make good on my threat and make sure you never work in this town again, got it?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

Cadence comes out of the bathroom and I turn away.

“Take care of her. Treat her like the most exquisite gift you’ll ever receive because that’s what she is and if you don’t I’ll find out. The consequences won’t be good.”

“Alright, thanks for calling, Denise,” I say, hoping the asshole will understand that I’m with Cadence.

“She’s there. Fine. Remember what I said.” He hangs up and I turn around. Cadence has a strange look on her face.

“Who was that?” she asks as though she knows it was Zane, even though her knowing is absolutely impossible.

“Denise,” I say, my voice sounding lame.

“Oh.” She smiles and I really look into her eyes. I can see the sadness.

“Did you still want to go to dinner?” she asks.

I put on my acting face. “You better fucking believe it.”

The funeral services are sweet and simple. The gravestone Cadence picked out is tasteful. When they lower Travis’s body into the ground, only Cadence and John are there. Those who knew Travis are all addicts.

John has an arm around her waist. Protective. And a surge of jealousy rages through my body. That should be me, I think.

Cadence is wearing a knee length black dress. Her hair is pulled up in a chignon, and she has on minimal makeup. Even dressed so simply, she’s beautiful. Sad, yes. But beautiful.

I want to reach out and hug her. Kiss her wet cheeks and tell her everything will be okay. Hug her and tell her that I love her more than my own life, but I can’t.

The life I have to offer her isn’t a good one. Living on the run as a fugitive isn’t the way to show someone you love them. So I watch from a distance and hope she’s happy.

I know John Cruze has been kind to her. Over the last two weeks I’ve watched him be very attentive. I know he’s been helping her with the business side of things also. Filming has restarted and she seems to have quite a knack for it, like she was made to run my business.

“You have a plane to catch, Mr. Zane.”

“I know, Lincoln.”

“You think she’ll be okay?”

I know he’s referring to Cadence, and I appreciate that he cares about her like I do.

“She will. Today is hard, which is why I’m here, but she’ll be fine.” For some reason the knowledge that she will be fine without me makes my heart hurt. When did I come to need her so fucking much? Before I can stop myself I dial her number.

She pulls her phone from her bag and answers.

“Hello.”

“I’m sorry, sweet Cadence.”

I watch her turn slowly, searching the graveyard for a glimpse of me. I see Cruze turn as well. She won’t see me though. No one will, because there are others in the tree line. Cops hoping I’ll show up so they can catch me.

That won’t fucking happen.

“Zane,” she whispers once she’s moved away from Cruze.

“Hi,” I say simply, wishing I could say a whole lot more.

“You left me.” She says those three little words and my heart is torn to shreds. I hear so much more, the accusation.

“I had to, my little PFA. I didn’t want to, though.”

“You didn’t let me choose.” I see the tears streaming down her face and know most of her anger and grief is for her brother and has little to do with me.

“Was there ever a choice?”

She sucks in a breath.

“We’re meant to be together. Our bodies. Our hearts. Our souls. You know that.”

She sniffles.

I see Cruze walk up behind her. Concern is etched on his face and though a part of me wants to kill him, another part of me is grateful that he’s there.

“Good-bye,” she says and hangs up.

“Good-bye for now,” I reply into the crisp autumn air. It won’t be forever though. I’m going to do whatever it takes to find my way back to her.

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Table of Contents

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One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Table of Contents

Cover

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve