Page 87 of Because of Her

Cassidy looks up at me, shaking her head against my hand. “I’m sorry I took so long to figure it out. But you fill up all the space in my heart, too.” Her hand covers mine, holding it against her cheek. “I spent so long thinking I could never have kids of my own, I convinced myself I was never meant to have a child in my life. I pushed you away because I thought I couldn’t be what you and Maisie need.”

She pulls my hand away from my face, holding it low in her lap as she shuffles away from me. The morning air between us is frigid and feels like ice in my chest.

“I can’t give Maisie a sibling.” Her voice is soft, almost carried away on the wind but full of uncertainty. “I want to be there for Maisie, but it’s not just about me not having a baby. I made peace with the fact I would never become a mother. It took a lot of growth and therapy for me to acceptthat I never will be, I can’t go back through the pain of trying everything again.”

The tears are spilling down her cheeks and I fight the urge to kiss them away. Instead, I rub her hands with my thumbs, encouraging her to continue.

“Maisie is enough for me,” she says, “but I still worry I’m not enough for you and Maisie.”

Her hands pull away from mine and reach to hide her face. She turns away from me to wipe her tears, and a wave of panic rushes through me. It feels like I’m losing her, and fuck if I’m going to let that happen. I launch myself at her, scooping her into my lap. One hand wraps around her waist, and the other reaches up to cup the back of her neck. With care, I force her to look up at me.

I hate myself for not bringing this up between us sooner, but I had no idea this was how she felt. No idea this was the reason holding her back. I don’t want another child. And sure, Maisie might ask about having a baby, but all kids do that. She doesn’t really get a say.

“You should know something.” I don’t mean to sound so stern, but my voice is rough as I force out the words. I’m angry at myself for not making sure Cassidy knew. She pulls back at the change in tone, but she keeps her eyes locked on mine.

“Maisie has always been it for me,” I tell her. “As soon as she was born and I held her in my arms, I knew that was it. I was always meant to be her dad, and no one else’s. It was the first thing her mother and I fought over.”

Cassidy’s mouth opens as she tries to respond, but I cut her off before she can start.

“I don’t believe in fate. But I believe the world brought us back together for a reason. And I have to believe the timing is right now, because I can’t imagine not knowing you again.”

Leaning down, I plant a kiss on her still open lips beforeadding, “And you are more than enough for me, and for Maisie. But we need to stop talking about my daughter now.”

She kisses me again, furiously.

Her core rocks against me, and the way she straddles my hips creates a deep friction that causes my cock to press against the inside of my pants. My hand still on the back of her neck, I tilt her head to deepen the kiss, running my tongue against her bottom lip.

“Let’s go home.” Cassidy moans the words into my neck as I thrust my hardening length into her.

“Good plan,” I choke out.

CALLUM

My balls ache. My cock is firm against the zipper of my jeans, and my fingertips are red as I squeeze the steering wheel. The drive back to our apartment building drags. We’re not even halfway, but the windows are fogged from the anticipation in the air.

Cassidy hums in her seat. Her knees bounce in time to my rapid pulse. Peeling a hand away from its grip on the steering wheel, I reach over to caress her thigh. I stroke upwards from her knee, stopping mid-thigh and trailing my fingers back down. Back and forth, I trace her upper leg, inching higher with every pass. Her hands stretch above her head, pulling hair off her face. My fingertips graze against the rough seam of her pants. She moans, lifting her hips to increase the pressure. I rub the seam against her clit.

On a straight stretch of road, I glance over at Cassidy. Her hair now sits in a messy bun atop her head, and she bites her lip with a twinkle in her eye. Pushing my hands out of her way, she twists in her seat. She tugs at her seatbelt, stretching the strap down so she can lean over the centre console. She plants a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth as she reaches down to stroke the bulge in my pants.

“This looks uncomfortable,” she coos.

I huff my agreement.

“Rogue, I’m driving,” I add when she rubs her palm along my length.

She kisses my cheek, leaning close to whisper in my ear. “But I’m not.”

I should protest, but in one swift movement she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. Reaching into my jocks she frees my cock. It springs up for her as she leans over it.

With a moan, she runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. At the tip, she licks the bead of pre-cum that wasted no time spilling out.

I grip the steering wheel, checking my mirrors and easing off the accelerator. There are no cars around us, but the country road winds through the fields, and I need to concentrate.But God. Cassidy sucks me into her mouth. Her moans send vibrations down my length and up my spine.

This is … fuck … this is no longer safe. A smaller, back country road appears ahead. I throw on the indicator, even though there hasn’t been a car behind us for miles, slowing to take the turn in a way that doesn’t throw Cassidy into the dash. Pulling the car off the road and onto a grass bank, I throw the seat back to give her space.

She shifts her weight onto the floor in front of me.

“Look at me, Rogue.”

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