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“When do you go back to Chicago?” I asked. I’d been here for two and a half weeks, and yet it’d felt like a lifetime.
“In less than two weeks.” Silence fell over both of us. “Cassidy, I can’t offer you what you’re looking for.”
My chest twisted. “I know,” I said quietly. I’d known that every step of the way and still fell for him. Not that I’d be so desperate as to admit it to him. I’d imagined so many times what my conversation would’ve sounded like with Issobelle and Clover. Issobelle would’ve reprimanded me for trying to settle in the first place and Clover would’ve told me to follow my heart. But glumly, I realized a relationship like hers and Damon’s was one out of a fairy tale with happily ever after. And if I’d learnt anything at this point, that was not designated for me.
“Hey,” Eric said, placing his finger under my chin and raising it. “Trust me, it’s for the best. You don’t want my baggage and you’re young, Cassidy. You could have any man you want.”
I chuckled, surprised by the tears that sprang to my eyes. I’d been so sick of hearing that same statement and although I’d tried to mentally prepare myself for it, I hated how easily Eric discarded me as well. Was it because I’d finally had sex with him? Had that been all he was after? And yet the only way I knew how to properly convey my feelings was through sex. Because when I’d been open with my feelings, it always made the other person uncomfortable and me an embarrassed bubbly mess.
“Fuck,” Eric growled, picking me up and placing me in his lap as he nursed me. “Cassidy, trust me when I say this is for the better.”
“I know,” I said, realizing that my time here was coming to an end, but also that I’d soon have to face what I’d been running away from for so many years. “It’s more annoying that you don’t think I already know that.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Cassidy,” he said quietly. “I haven’t had to deal with something like this.” He pointed between us. “And I want to put a clear expectation on it.”
I laughed. He sounded like a businessman through and through. And yet, even though he said it, I didn’t believe him. That barrier and wall he kept erecting between us, as formidable as ever. But this time, I wouldn’t fight him or challenge him on it. I wouldn’t make the mistake like I had in the past to believe something else than what he was telling me.
“Two weeks, huh?” I said seductively as he wiped away my remaining tears with worry lines marring his forehead. How could something that felt so right be wrong? I battered away the mixed feelings. I truly was crazy falling for a man I barely knew, and yet I couldn’t help it. But I could enjoy it with the little time we had left. “Then we better make the most of it, huh?” I said, brushing my lips against his, inviting him to dance. I nudged his mouth open, the brush of his beard tickling mine as I pressed my tongue against his.
A rough growl crept through him as he planted a hand against my lower back, pushing me against him. I rocked my hips back and forth, quickly working his cock until I felt it press against me. He bound my wrists behind my back with one calloused hand.
His other hand clutched my throat and forfeiting to the submission was sublime. The ability to hand him over the control and use me as he pleased sent an electric thrill through me. I anticipated his filthy profanity, my toes curling in my boots at the thought already.
“You keep that shit up out here and you’ll be punished over this log.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I challenged breathlessly.
His gaze went hooded and a low guttural noise escaped him. “You’re going to be my fucking undoing, Cassidy.”
I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against his jeans. “Please?” I begged with anticipation. I just wanted him, buried deep inside of me, making me forget all the shit I’d have to figure out soon. Right now, there was only Eric and me. “Fuck me, old man.”
I hissed when he tugged back my hair, exposing my throat. “I think you’ve become rather cheeky recently,” he growled against my neck before taking a bite. I hissed under explosive pain, my wrists still bound behind me, and yet my nipples ached and my core pounded. I was already wet for him, and I could tell as I ground my hips into him unapologetically and shamelessly he was as turned on as I was.
“You wet for me, sweetheart?” he asked, removing his hand from around my throat that’d felt more like a tight collar. He pulled a condom from his pocket. He’d taken his vow of never going without again seriously.
“I’m wet for you,” I breathed.
“Stand up,” he instructed. I did as he commanded. “And push those jeans down so I can see your bare ass.”
I did as he said, neither of us breaking eye contact as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them and my panties to my knees. “Bend over,” he growled. The cold chill of the day quickly soaked into my bones. “Press both your hands against the log.”
I grabbed onto the wood, entirely exposed as I looked over my shoulder, my mouth watering at his engorged cock. I bucked under the sharp painful slap on my ass. I bit down on my lip, the aching thunderous pain jolting a thrill through me. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I admitted, heat streaking across my cheeks. I’d never known or enjoyed something so filthy. Another hard slap and I bucked again, this time, my scream carried through the trees.
Eric circled his thumb over my entrance, my knees rubbing together with anticipation. I wanted his cock, and Eric loved when I begged for it. I loved when I begged for it, reassured that in time his punishment was also my pleasure.
“Fuck me, Eric.”
Another slap and this time, he pulled back my hair, jerking my neck. He rounded behind me, his thick thighs bracing me as his tongue came down on mine possessively. I groaned, the angle twisting my neck painfully, and yet I fucking loved it. Eric was all masculine and possessive. Anything could jump out of this woodland right now and I knew I was safe.
He rubbed his cock against my opening as he passionately kissed me, wanting and hot. He edged in, taking my breath as he continued kissing me. He slid into the hilt, swallowing my pain-filled murmurs. The guy was built like a fucking mountain god and my pussy had to stretch to new levels to fit all of him. And yet with that pain, tension rippled through me, easing into the most brain-numbing, potent banging I’d ever known to exist.
“You like my cock, snowflake?” he asked, shoving back into me hard. I braced my arms against the wood as I cried out, his every thrust driving deeper into my being.
“I fucking love it,” I confessed in a high sex-crazed state. “Eric, I want you to come inside of me so bad.”
A guttural growl in response. His hand drifted down to my clit and circled the bud of nerves, a tightness starting to build in my core. My eyes burst open. Surely, I couldn’t almost be there already?
