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I moan and whisper his name as I go between filling my pussy with my fingers and making quick sweeps over my clit.I turn onto my side and face his window as I feel my orgasm closing in.
“Fuck, the sight of your soaking cunt taking all of me, so beautiful,”I hear him say in my mind as I whimper.I let my eyes flutter closed and feel his hands gripping my hips.“Ride me, Princess, drip down my cock.”
“Haden … fuck,” I call out as my orgasm crashes into me.I come so hard, static lines my vision and the only thing I see as my eyes screw shut is him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Haden
There’s no movement, but her light is still on and my hand is palming my cock in my sweats.If I can just relieve some tension, maybe it will be easier to be around her every damn day.There’s been no woman since her, only my fist—and admittedly thoughts of her.Tonight should feel no different, but it does, as I focus on her lit bedroom window.I can’t see her, but I know she’s there.I picture her as she was last night, staring up at me wearing almost nothing.I imagine her sweet, warm cunt so ready for my tongue.Fuck if I don’t lose all control.I shift my boxers down further and spit into my palm, giving in to the pleasure.I begin stroking my cock; my head falls back and my eyes close as I remember the feel of her soft skin under my fingers.The desperate little throaty sounds she made when my tongue flicked lightly against her clit.And the way her pussy gripped my cock when she came all over it, more than once.It seems like yesterday as I stroke myself beside the window.The sight of me inching my way into her tight wet heat as I tell her what a good girl she is for taking my fat cock invades my mind.I tell her that she’ll get used to it, that she’ll beg me for it as I stiffen even more.
“Please Haden,”she begs in my thoughts.“Come with me, Cowboy.”
Cassie is suddenly everywhere.Her nails bite crescents into my skin as I fill her to the hilt.Her lips find mine in the dark and the scent of her peachy skin takes over my senses.
“Haden,”she moans as my balls tighten and flames lick my hips.My release barrels through me, catching me totally off guard, and I unexpectedly erupt all over my hand and my bedroom floor unexpectedly.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I bite out as I come, hard.“Fucking little princess.”
She’s not even here and I just came all over myself at the thought of her.Fuck.
I usually have some semblance of self-control, or at least feel some warning I’m about to come.I blow out a shaky breath as my cock jerks in my hand, and still, even though the ache is dulling, the only thing I see when I close my eyes is her.
I toss a sweatshirt on and pour myself another drink after I clean myself and the floor up.What is wrong with me?The hold this woman has on me is too strong and I’m losing my grip on it.I put on my boots and coat—needing some fresh air—and make my way out to my front porch, the rest of my bourbon from earlier in hand.The snow is falling lightly now, but you can almost feel the approaching storm.I lean on my porch rail and take a drink, breathing out a heady sigh when a sound from next door startles me.I turn to my left ready to fight off an animal, and instead see Cassie bundled up on her porch like a little snow burrito in a heavy parka.She hasa big fleece blanket wrapped around her and a notebook on her thighs.
“You always sit outside in the middle of winter and write your memoirs?”I call over to her.
She smiles at me and I can just see the outline of her pretty features as the light from her living room filters through the front window onto her face.
“Can’t sleep,” she answers.“Plus, it’s so pretty out.”She looks around at the quiet forest beyond our cabins.“Can’t sleep either?”
I chuckle.She has no idea.
“Nope.”
“Well, um, have you ever heard the old proverb about the neighbor and his whiskey?”she asks.Sounds fake as hell.
I smirk.“Can’t say I have.Enlighten me, Princess.”
“Never let that neighbor drink alone.It’s bad luck.”Yep.Fake.But cute nonetheless.
I stand frozen in place, wrestling with myself for a beat.I picture Wade’s look of disapproval and will myself to make the right choice.The way I’m thinking about this woman is bordering on obsession already.I just jerked off all over myself for Chrissakes.
“It’s not that deep, Cowboy.”Cassie’s smoky voice cuts into my internal debate as she closes her notebook.“It’s just a little bourbon and some conversation.The conversation I’m probably gonna miss tomorrow morning.Something tells me we won’t be riding.”
I look up at the sky.She’s right.We’re about to start getting dumped on.
“You’re not wrong.”
“So it’s settled then.Get your ass over here,” Cassie commands in a cocky tone.I shake my head.
“You always so goddamn bossy?”
“Not always …” She pulls her coat hood up over her hair.It’s lined with light gray fur and her blonde hair escapes the sides.She’s fucking stunning.“Sometimes I’m even bossier.”
I clear my throat as those words make my mind run wild.I tighten the grip on my coat and turn to make my way down my front steps.Because who am I kidding?The decision to join her was made for me the moment I saw her pretty face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
