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Just when she’s a begging mess, I suck her clit into my mouth. She comes with a cry of ecstasy so loud that I’m sure it’s going to ring in my ears for the rest of my life. Savage satisfaction fills me at the noise. I did that. I drove my woman over the edge.
She grins up at me lazily as she floats back down to earth. “I was wrong. It does get better.”
5
CASSIE
West’s faceis covered in my juices and his hair is messy from where I kept running my fingers through it. But that look on his face is everything. He’s staring down at me with so much emotion in his eyes that it makes me wonder how we both managed to hide our feelings from each other for so long.
I let out a soft giggle, still high from the two orgasms he ate me through. “I was wrong. It does get better.”
He winks at me. “Got more where that came from, sweetheart.”
That’s twice now that he’s touched me, given me orgasms and hasn’t once asked for me to return the favor. I sit up carefully, no longer overcome by the urge to hide my body from his knowing gaze. He’s seen everything I have, and he likes it. When he talked about spending ten years fisting his cock to fantasies of me, I thought I was going to burst into flames. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
But now I want to give him the same pleasure he gives me. I reach for the waistband of his jeans. I don’t know how to do any of this because no other guys have ever existed in my mind. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone else, feel anyone else in my hand. It’s different with West though.
To my surprise, West gently removes my hands from his waistband. He presses kisses to my knuckles. “We’re not doing that tonight.”
I swallow hard, trying not to feel embarrassed. “Is it because I don’t know what I’m doing?”
He smiles against my hands and his wet beard is soft and silky. “If my cock comes out to play, what little of my self-control is left will snap. You’ll be under me and screaming my name in less than two minutes. But you aren’t ready for that yet.”
“Oh,” my breath comes out as a shudder. How is it that I’ve spent so long around this man, and this is the first time we’ve done these things? If only we’d gotten together ten years ago, we could have a decade of experience together. “But aren’t you kind of miserable?”
He pulls me into his lap, not caring that I’m naked or dripping onto his pants. He covers me in a blanket before he wraps his arms around me. “I’ve spent a decade waiting for you, a few more months isn’t going to kill me. When we have our first time together, I want you to know you’re mine. There won’t be any regrets between us.”
I smile against his chest. I can’t imagine that I’d ever regret being with West but I’m glad that he understands I need time. I have to figure this out because I want it all. I want a life with this grumpy cowboy beside me. I want to stay at the ranch and continue to make toys. Maybe even have kids of our own someday.
The piercing noise of the smoke alarm startles us from our cocoon of warmth. He quickly sets me down and goes to stop the alarm. While he does that, I search the living room for my clothes and dress myself again.
By the time I’m decent, he’s already pulled the burned dish from the oven. He scowls down at the offending casserole as well as what might have been some type of poultry but now is too blackened to be recognizable.
“It’s OK. I’d have rather had the dessert you gave me on the couch,” I say trying to reassure him. It really isn’t a big deal. Just that he took the time to cook one of my favorite dishes for me means a lot.
He grins up at me. “I have frozen meals.”
So that’s how we end up eating frozen meals from the microwave on our first date. I don’t even care that the turkey is slimy, and the mashed potatoes still have frozen bits in them. Because I’m getting to spend time with West.
“What are you smiling about?” He asks as he tries to stab into his brownie. The treat is still frozen despite him microwaving it repeatedly. I don’t think it’s ever going to thaw.
I can’t stop grinning tonight. My cheeks hurt from how happy I feel. “Well, it’s just, we’re dating now, and I got to thinking that makes you my boyfriend. My first boyfriend.”
“And it makes you my girlfriend,” he answers, taking his hand in mine.
I push away the plastic tray, no longer interested in our dinner. He’s rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand in a comforting gesture.
I let out a little sigh, wondering what his parents would think if they heard him call me his girlfriend. I overheard them years ago, warning him away from me. They told him he could never date me. If they made me leave, would he follow? Would he be willing to give up all of this?
The questions make me worry about the future. A million what-ifs swirl through my brain as my stomach tightens. “Do you like working the family ranch now?”
In his senior year, he blew out his knee during football practice. It was right before the championship game. His team lost state and all of his college scholarship offers were rescinded. He was angry for a long time after that.
“I couldn’t imagine doing anything else now,” he says, oblivious to the real question I’m asking him. He’s so normal, always so calm. Meanwhile, one thought sends me into a tailspin and it’s all I can focus on.
He’s never leaving.I realize that with a start. Even if he wanted to leave, his parents are sick, and he’s been stepping up to help them out more. That’s not likely to change in the next few years. As they continue to age, they’re going to need him in other ways too.
I can’t think on these things right now or I’ll start doing that thing where it gets really hard to breathe. I push back from the table and stand. “Let’s finish the Christmas tree.”
