Page 19 of Better Than the Beach
Thisis what I’ve been missing? Jesus, I never want it to stop.
Nolan throws my legs over his shoulders, the new position hitting me deeper than I thought possible.
“Oh my god,” I cry. “This is... You are... Oh mygod...”
“I own this pussy, Cassandra,” he grinds out before speeding up, so he’s pounding into me. “Rub your clit,” he commands, and I obey immediately, moaning the second my fingers make contact. “Rub your clit until you’re coming all over my cock.”
When I come, it’s with a strangled cry. My eyes are watering, my throat is raw, and my body hurts in the most delicious way. Nolan comes seconds after, groaning into his release with a few final thrusts into me. He pulls out and drops down next to me, then slides his arm under my shoulders and moves me so I’m lying on his chest.
“Better than a bartending surfer?” he asks playfully, knowing full well what my answer is going to be.
“So much better, Professor.”
FIVE
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Early the next morning,I wake up in Cassie’s bed to the sound of her phone chiming. When I open my eyes, I find her sitting against the headboard in near darkness, her frowning face lit up from the glow of the phone screen.
“What’s up?” I ask softly, and when she turns to me, a smile erases the frown lines.
“The airline,” she says, and wiggles her phone. “I’m on a flight out tomorrow afternoon.”
I knew this would happen. I wasn’t expecting to feel so disappointed when it did. I thought I would have more time with her. Not just for sex, though it’s the best it’s been in a long ass time, but to talk. To learn more about her.Everythingabout her. To laugh with her some more.
We had sex three times last night; it was better each time, and between we talked and laughed and teased. Fuck, I haven’t smiled like that in, well, I can’t even remember. Maybe never. Certainly not in my five years married to Colleen.
“That’s exciting,” I say, trying to keep my voice upbeat when really all I want to do is beg her to stay. One more day. Maybe two. Maybe just through Christmas. “Looks like you’ll get to spend Christmas on the beach after all.”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. Her smile is weak.
“Well, let’s make the most of the day.” I sit up and clap my hands, forcing excitement into my voice. “Have you ever been snowmobiling?”
She laughs. “Yes, I have.”
“But have you ever been snowmobiling in Colorado?” I arch a brow, and her smile grows as she shakes her head. “Well, that settles that. Today, we snowmobile. Tomorrow, you head to sandy beaches and frilly cocktails.” I stand and start to pull on some sweats. “You’re leaving that green bathing suit with me, though,” I say seriously, my voice low and stern. “That’s mine now. No one else will see you in it.”
Her eyes flare and she bites her lip, making me groan.
“Yes, Professor,” she whispers seductively, and I’m on her in a blink, pushing her back onto the bed and burying my face between her legs.
If I only have one day left, I’m going to take advantage of it.
After breakfast, Mallory, her husband Patrick, and my brothers Duncan and Craig, show up at the house with three more snowmobiles with sleds attached.
“My little elves,” Ma says as she throws open the door and lets them in. “Just in time.”
“Mallory!” Cassie skips past me and embraces my niece, and Mallory laughs as she sways back and forth.
“Glad to see you’ve survived the snow,” Mallory says, stepping back and grinning at me before looking back at Cassie. “And with grumpy old Uncle Nolan, too. I’m sorry. I told you you’d have the house to yourself.”
“Cassandra and I have gotten along quite well, Mallory,” I interject with a smile. “I’ve been on my best behavior.” Mallory laughs and lets me pull her into a hug. “I think you’ve gotten taller, Pip Squeak.”
She elbows me lightly in the stomach at the nickname I gave her when she was just a toddler, then pulls back and rolls her eyes.
“Maybe if you came around more often,” Mallory says with a shrug, and before the guilt sours my good mood, my brother drops a big hand on my shoulder.
“The Prodigal Son,” Craig says, pulling me in for a quick hug. “Good to see you. Almost forgot what you looked like. Heard you’re here solo this time.”
