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“I was. I am,” she corrected quickly, arising a chuckle out of me.
“Snowflake, we shouldn’t act on impulse.”
Her little nails dug down to the waist of my jeans. “Don’t you want me?”
A low growl cleared my throat. “You know I do.”
“Fine, I’ll let you be chivalrous. We can buy condoms tomorrow. I’m not on any birth control anyway so I guess smarter is always best,” she said reasonably, although her gaze was still feral. Her neck twisted slightly in my palm, the bobble of her throat beating under my hand. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass and squeezed. A little pained whimper escaped her.
“I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle how I fuck, sweetheart.”
“Try me,” she growled with an intense fever.
Gently, I released my hand from around her throat. Fuck. “If we stay like this for any longer, my cock’s about to be ten inches deep inside of you.”
She kissed me again, feverishly at first, until it smoothed into a slow warmth rolling through her as she began to kiss me gently. Her hand smoothed over my beard on my jawline and she nipped and dragged out my bottom lip, then pouted. “I didn’t even cut any wood.”
But if my cock was any indication, she was certainly splitting something.
“Are you sure about this, Cassidy? I can’t offer you what you’re after,” I said carefully. She seemed like the type that believed in fairy-tale endings and love stories. And I didn’t do that shit.
“You can’t offer me a six foot six mountain god fucking my brains out?” she asked with a twisted smile.
I wrapped those blonde curls around my fist and yanked back. “You will be punished for that bratty attitude of yours.”
“I want you to punish me, Eric,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not asking for marriage here. I’m asking for something memorable. But do we really have to stop?”
I internally screamed “no.” But I wasn’t making any mistakes just because I was thinking with my cock. I’d done that once before and it burnt me so deeply it destroyed everything I thought love could be.
“Unless you’d like to take it up the ass?” I purred.
“Ew no. I’m not that type of girl,” she said shrewdly. I threw my head back and laughed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with those who do, but that hole is for well you know…”
“No tell me,” I purred, loosening my hold on her hair and trailing my hand down her back, ass, and thighs. Everything about her was tempting and beautiful, her pussy only inches away from my throbbing cock.
She flipped me off. I threw my head back and laughed again, the rumble surprising even me.
“Now, sweetheart, I’m going to have to peel you off me and take matters into my own hands in the shower.”
“Can I help?” she asked as I gently placed her on her feet.
“No, because I want to ram so fucking hard into you that I don’t trust myself.” I gently cradled her throat again. “You’re a fucking temptation and my walking disaster.”
Her throat bobbled. “And here I thought you were simply a part-time lumberjack. I didn’t realize you were a poet as well.”
I smiled ruthlessly as I bent over and kissed her again, longingly and passionately. Regretfully, I pulled away and toward the shower. What a fucking joke walking away from a bombshell who was temporary living with me and I was still about to fist my cock. Just like I had been every single night since she’d first arrived.
Chapter 23
Cassidy
Saturday evening Eric parked the truck in front of his mother’s home. It was a ten-minute drive out of town, through windy paths, sitting on an acreage. It wasn’t at all what I expected. Unlike some of the outdated township, their house had been well looked after and remodeled. It had a wraparound patio and was inundated with plants that hadn’t survived the winter season, but I imagined in spring it was colourful, much like the town itself would be with rolling hills and mountains surrounding it.
I sat in the passenger seat with a box full of cookies Eric and I had baked that morning. We’d spent all day at the café which had been surprisingly busy. Apparently, that was normal on weekends because so many people drove through the town, but no one stayed more than a few hours.
I looked over at Eric; his knuckles were turning white over the steering wheel. Concerned, I placed a hand on his forearm, grabbing his attention. He looked like he was about walk into a warzone. Part of me wondered if there was worse history in this house or with his family than I realized. But as Lori had explained to me at the café, taking in his grumpy mood, he simply hated copping so much shit from his siblings and apparently my appearance was certainly ammunition.
“Don’t take it personally,” she’d said. “He’s the big brother you know, we have to keep him on his toes and he’s already such a grump that he easily bites back and gets huffy.” She’d laughed. “It’s fantastic. He’s so easy to wind up.”
