Page 50 of Strong Side
I swallow. “Okay, but why is that so hot?” I say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.
“You want me to claim you, pretty girl? Right here? Right now? In front of all these people?” A smile grows on his face. “Just so there’s no confusion or doubting what we are.”
“What are we?” I ask him, reaching up and holding his face.
He leans in to kiss me. “I am yours, and you are mine. That’s what we are.”
His words make me forget that anyone else is in the room, and I wind my arms around his neck and attack his mouth. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me into him so it’s like we’re melting together.
When I pull back, I look into his eyes, and we both smile.
“Hey, there you guys are!” Charlie bounces over to us. “You have to see what Beck and I painted! It’s electric!” She throws her head back and laughs.
When Casey takes my hand in his and we follow, I can’t help but look over to where Trey was, but he’s gone. And I couldn’t be more relieved.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
CASEY
My sisterand my best friend—otherwise known as Picasso—thought they’d created some kind of masterpiece, but I had no idea what I was looking at. I mean, I think there was a little stick figure in the corner.
Noelle and I took the paint experience by the hand. Literally. We painted each other’s skin and clothes. So, between the game win, photo booth, and the paint, it’s been a great fucking night.
We just got back to my house, which was a short walk from the party, and I’m ready to get my girl in bed. But first, we need a shower. With her hand in mine, we walk to my room, and I grab two towels from the closet. Then I take our pictures from my pocket and set them on the dresser.
“You aren’t going to leave those out are you?” She asks, with a nervous laugh.
“Of course not. I’ll keep them somewhere safe for just us to look at from time to time.” I lift her hand and kiss it. “Shower with me?” I look at her with a smirk, brow raised in question.
She smiles shyly and nods.
When we walk in, I place the towels on the towel rack, lock the door, then turn on the water. Silas is still at the party, and I’m not really sure where Bo was tonight, but to be safe, I don’t want either of them walking in on us.
I turn back to Noelle, and she’s already pulling her shirt off. Because it’s a crop top, her stomach is pretty much covered in paint, and my handprints are on the cups of her bra. Does it make me smile? Abso-fucking-lutely.
“What are you smiling at?” she asks as she unhooks her bra.
“I like seeing my handprints on you.” I reach behind me and grab the back of the neck of my shirt and pull it over my head, then toss it to the floor next to hers.
She’s unbuttoning her shorts slowly, watching me as she does. Once she slides them off her legs, she lifts them and turns them around. “So then, you like these handprints too?”
My palms are perfectly placed on the shorts pockets. And, yes, I like that too.
“Hell yeah, I do.”
I quickly unbutton my jeans and push them and my boxers down my legs and kick them into the corner. Then I reach for her and wrap my hands around her to take hold of her ass. It’s perfect. With our height difference, my dick hits her stomach, so I lift her up and set her on the counter between the two sinks.
“I thought we were getting in the shower.” She smirks.
“Oh, we will. But first, I need a taste.” I drop down to my knees in front of her and push her thighs apart so she’s completely open to me. “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy.” Leaning closer, I spit on her pussy, then run my finger through it, spreading the wetness through her center, pushing it inside her, pumping once, twice.
I hear her suck in a breath, and she grabs my head with both of her hands.
“Casey,” she pants.
“You want my mouth or my fingers?” I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.
