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“About you and me… you know… almost…”
I gave her a side-glance, trying at best to keep the smile away. She seemed so coy and delightfully naïve.
“We haven’t done anything,” I said incredulously.
She huffed out an irritated breath. “Don’t I know it.”
I laughed this time, her pouting lips and irritable expression rather adorable.
“Hey, your hands are wet!” she screamed as I scoped my arms around her waist and tucked my body around her. I wiped my hands all over her, eliciting a small shrill squeal out of her.
“Ew, yuck sod water!” she screamed. I trailed my fingers along her neck as she playfully tried to duck and wriggle out of my reach. She tried to reach for the water, but I pulled her light weight back. She clung to the side of the bench, trying her hardest to be immovable. It didn’t take me long to pry her fingers off. By now, my hands were dry as I played with the edge of her long skirt. She sucked in a sharp breath as my fingers trailed over her seam—it would’ve been so easy to tuck my hand beneath.
Goose bumps sprouted along her lower abdomen as my cock twitched at the thought of pinning her against the edge of the bench. Her breath became shallow as I pressed my growing cock to her lower back. “See the things you do to me, sweetheart.” I nipped her ear. “You’re not the only one frustrated. And what are we going to do when we get home?”
Her response was low and husky. So foreign to the usual bubbly little brat that treated annoying me as a full-time job. “You’re going to fuck me.”
I cupped her sweet pussy through the thin skirt, imagining what she might look like wearing only those leather boots. I played over the fabric, her sharp breath sending my cock rigid. “And you’re going to be my little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’re going to let me do all nasty things to you until your limbs can’t move anymore, aren’t you?”
“Except for anal,” she breathlessly whispered.
I chuckled, gliding my hand up and holding her stomach. Holding her into me and taking in her smell. In only an hour I’d be smothered in her scent and taste. “You’ll do as I say,” I growled.
“Yes, sir,” she said, again another loosed breath as she placed her hand over my forearm, tucking further into me. My mother’s words echoed in my thoughts. Was this what she considered as normality in her eyes? Happiness? Companionship? The thought had become so foreign, and yet with Cassidy, it was easy to fall into this situation and feeling. And that terrified me more than anything.
Chapter 25
Cassidy
The truck jolted beneath us. True to his word, Eric excused us two hours after we’d arrived at his family home. His brothers had booed him for being such a buzzkill as we left. And despite his complaints, I had the impression Eric enjoyed his time with his family but there was something that niggled at me. If he came all this way once a year for an entire month to help his mother and the family business, then why didn’t he visit them more often? Why did Eric choose to live in solitude during that time?
“I think my family really liked you. My mother’s going to be asking you to go over every day now until you leave,” he huffed as if the thought irked him.
I laughed. “They’re a lot of fun.”
“They’re loud.”
“And fun.” I nudged him. “And I wouldn’t mind keeping your mother company. She was very welcoming.”
His chest puffed out in slight pride. Although loud, and maybe a little wild, his family were loving and welcoming. But that little nuisance kept niggling at me. Before I lost courage, I asked, “Why don’t you see your mother often?” I stared at the road ahead of us. I’d learnt to admire the beauty and scenery, although at nighttime, it was rather eerie. Especially with the unknown howl last night. It was a reminder that up here in the mountain we were not alone.
He grimaced, looking through the rearview mirror at Shadow. Where he might’ve once told me it was none of my business or ask why I even cared, he looked conflicted with himself, and a small seed of hope sprang forth. Maybe he would tell me about his ex or perhaps there was another reason. And I don’t know why I so desperately wanted to hear it from his mouth instead of gossip. It was strange in the way; I felt protective of him even though I had no claim over him. Who he was all those years ago had nothing to do with me, and yet I wanted to protect him from all the hurt he must’ve endured.
The moment I saw him start to pull away, I impulsively grabbed his hand that rested on the center console between us. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” I added. “I know all I do is talk but you’d be surprised at how good of a listener I am.”
He offered me a small smile. “I have no doubt you are, snowflake.” A heavy sigh echoed through him and just when I thought he’d say nothing at all, his small voice filled the truck. “Guilt mostly.”
My eyebrows crinkled together. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over my hand. This thing with Eric—this retreat into healing and companionship—was starting to unfurl a wishful hope in my heart, more intense than I’d had with other men. But again, I wasn’t sure if I could trust that. Logistically, it was impossible. He and I lived completely different lives. And yet when I leaned forward and hinged on what he might say next, I realized my heart had thrown itself in too deep once again. It was attached and hopeful, probably to another man who wouldn’t keep it safe.
“Guilt about what?” I prodded, trying to run away from my own hurtful realizations. I had the distinct feeling that Eric didn’t express himself often and whatever he was willing to give me, I’d accept.
His hand tightened around mine, a reflex he probably wasn’t even aware of. “I got mixed up in a bad relationship when I was younger with a con woman. After dating her for two years she’d managed to write all our family businesses into her name and she fled. As the oldest son, they’d been passed down to me and I fucked it up.
I hadn’t realized she’d been changing the papers. It took us a few years to get the businesses back but it cost my parents a lot in the process. And I’ve never forgiven myself for that. How could I? It jeopardized everything my family had worked so hard towards.”
