Page 112 of Freeing the Wild
“Coming is the point, Princess.”I kiss her again.“Come, Cassie.Give me what I want.Give yourself to me.Show me you’re mine.”
Cassie opens her eyes and grips my hair at the nape of my neck.It’s just enough pain to send jolts of pleasure racing through my blood.
“Beg me to come, Haden,” she orders.Always fucking full of sass.
“Motherfucking …” I mutter.
“No, baby, that’s not what I wanted,” she scolds.I’m so fucking close and she knows it.
“Beg me,” she repeats.
I’m practically breathless as I stare into her eyes, sliding my hand up to her throat.
“Pleasebe a good girl, and milk my cock with that beautiful cunt, Cassandra,” I growl.Her walls tighten around me with my words.The second she comes I know I’m done for, and it’s gonna be any fucking second.
“Since you … asked so nicely,” she whimpers as her pussy clenches around me and I stiffen even more inside her.I lose a hand to her hair and use it to pull her closer as I thrust into her.
I groan as she cries out my name, as she tells me only I can make her come like this.Her words are enough to make me come so fucking hard I lose my breath.My release feels never-ending as my vision goes black and my cock jerks as it empties inside her.
“Holy fuck …” I call out as she moans.
“I’m yours, Haden,” she says.These words fall on me as I come, and her eyes meeting mine as pleasure rolls off me in waves is almost too much.
“Fuck I love you,” I groan again, taking a moment to catch my breath.
“I love you,” I say again simply, softly.Pecking at her lips as I wipe her sweaty hair off her forehead.
“And I love you, Cowboy.”She starts to laugh as everything around us grows quiet.“I think we missed the rest of the concert.”
I wrap my arms around her as we both laugh and I bury my face in her peachy hair.
“Worth it.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Haden
One month later
“Can I have a minute of your time?”a voice says as I pull my front door open.I’m holding my deep brown blazer in one hand and a boutonnière in the other.I was just about to pin the rustic-looking feather and rose to my lapel when the knock sounded at the door.I didn’t expect it to be my father.I haven’t seen him since our blowup in my driveway.
“Yeah, uh, I’m just getting ready for Cole and Ginger’s wedding.”
My dad takes his cowboy hat off as he enters my foyer.“This won’t take long.”
He looks around the space.I’ve been living at Penny Lane for a week now, and Cassie has moved almost all her own belongings in too.It looks like we’ve been here forever already.We had the main floor painted and the original wood floors sanded down and restained.When we moved in, Cassie decorated the walls with vintage artwork, and the oak table with magazines and candles.We have a big sectional sofa in the centre of the living room which is draped in blankets and pillows.One whole wall in the living room is covered in washed shiplap, and hooksthat hold Cassie’s six prized guitars.All her belongings from her Nashville apartment came with her, and her place was sublet right away.
“Looks like you’re all settled here?”my dad says to me now.I think it’s the first start to a conversation with him I’ve ever had where he isn’t criticizing me.
“Yeah.We’re getting there.The concert raised enough to redo the roof, and to get us some new tools and equipment.We also donated a good sum to the woman who died’s family.We hope to move our horses back from Silver Pines by mid-summer.”
My dad takes a breath and looks out the back window of my living room.You can see Sugarland Mountain in the distance and a never-ending view of pastures that lead to the small wooden dock in the creek behind the house.In the mornings, mist rolls between the trees and gives the whole place a magical vibe.It’s why Cassie has claimed the covered deck off the living room as her own.She’s added a comfortable outdoor sofa and tables, flameless candles and a lantern so we can sit out there at night.We’ve strung lights from the pine ceiling and she’s even added hanging ferns to the beams.It’s her own little writing haven.
“I’m really not good at this,” he says.
I set my blazer and flower down on the back of the sofa.
“Neither am I.”I chuckle nervously.“No idea where I got that from … Do you want a beer?”
