Page 49 of Be Your Somebody
“You are everything I could have ever asked for, Avery. I have a long way to go in regard to working on myself. But you make me feel like I can do anything. Your bravery is inspiring and I strive to be strong like you.”
“You already are. This conversation? The vulnerability you shared? That is beyond brave, it’s inspiring. Cas, a year ago, you wouldn’t have shared any of this. You’ve grown so much and it’s been beautiful to witness.”
“Thank you, Avery. From you that means everything.”
The arrival of our food interrupts our conversation, but I’m content where it ended. Plus, there will be endless conversations like this in the future. For the first time in ages, Cas and I seem to be on the same page and I couldn’t be more giddy.
We sit in comfortable silence as we eat and my gaze keeps flickering toward the couples dancing in front of the band. I must have been zoned out because I suddenly noticed that Cas extended his hand towards mine in a silent question. I place my hand in his without hesitation as he leads me to the dance floor.
He twirls me once before gathering me close. He puts one hand on my lower back while his other hand nestles between our bodies as we sway to the music. My cheek rests against his chest. Bliss is dancing with the man you’ve loved since you were fourteen. It feels like walking into Disneyland for the first time. We continue our slow, rhythmic swaying, and our gazes lock onto each other.
“Remember the first time we danced?” Cas asks.
“Yes, of course, I do,” I reply.
“I wanted to kiss you then, but chickened out. I didn’t want to make things awkward if you didn’t want to kiss me.”
“I wanted you to kiss me. When you ran off, I thought I did something wrong.”
“I think we’ve definitely made up for it,” Cas whispers in my ear before nipping my earlobe with his teeth. My spine shivers and goosebumps covers my skin.
The sun is beginning to set, the sky various shades of pink and orange, perfectly complimenting the restaurant's fairytale vibe. My hand moves from his shoulder to his neck, squeezing gently and communicating my needs without words. He leans down just as I’m leaning in and our mouths meet in a slow, dreamy kiss that has my toes curling and my head spinning. The kiss is soft and tender, and we don’t feel the need to rush, savoring the moment. Eventually, he pulls back and just looks at me.
He brushes his thumb against my cheek and my body hums with pleasure. I close my eyes, wanting to soak in the movement of his thumb against my skin. I don’t want this moment to end.
“Avery,” he says in such a gentle, loving way that my eyes snap open.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Every time I see you, you take my breath away. You stole my heart at fourteen, and I hope to God you never ask for it back.” I’m at a loss for words and my throat tightens as my eyes sting with the threat of tears. My hand rests on his cheek. Cas presses a kiss to my palm while still looking at me with lust in his eyes.
“Say something, please?” he pleads.
“You had my heart at fourteen, too. It's yours for as long as you want it, as long as you'll have me,” I tell him.
“Avery, no one else is it for me. You are my endgame.” The seriousness in his tone should scare me, but instead, I find it reassuring.
“Avery?” he asks.
“Hmmm?” I respond as he leans down to whisper in my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine.
“I think it's time for dessert.” His words make my knees weak, and if his grip on my back wasn't so tight, I would collapse. I bite my tongue and a metallic taste fills my mouth. He’s waiting for my response, but no wordscome out of my mouth. The only thing I seem capable of doing is nodding my head.
We settle our bill and rush out of the restaurant so fast you’d think it was on fire. We all but jump into the car and speed off. Although the restaurant isn't far from our houses, the drive feels like it's ten times longer. He takes one hand off the wheel to squeeze my knee, causing my body temperature to spike. He doesn't stop there, though, as his hand slowly makes its way up my thigh, squeezing with each pause.
When his hand grips my inner thigh, my eyes roll back in my head and a moan escapes my mouth. He seems content keeping his hand there, but my body is way too hot. He needs to see how much he’s affecting me right now. I take his hand in mine, slowly guiding it underneath my dress, letting him feel how wet I am.
“Fuck, Avery, that’s all for me?” he asks. His voice is raspy, heavy with lust. Instead of answering him, I guide his hand back and forth, rubbing against my lacy, black underwear. The friction causes my breathing to come out in pants. He tries to pull his hand back, probably to gain some control, but my grasp is firm and I quicken my pace. It feels damn good to be in control. His name leaves my mouth in quick staccato pants, increasing in volume and intensity. I’m so close it's almost painful, but his words stop me.
“Avery, damn, that feels good. But if we keep going, we’re going to end up crashing this car.” His fingers cup my pussy and he rubs me a few more times before he’s able to release his hand from my grip. I’m left sexually frustrated and unsatisfied. Like when one of my favorite shows ends on a cliffhanger and I have to wait to find out what happens. I look over and nearly come at the sight of him bringing his fingers into his mouth. The same fingers that were almost inside me. My sexual frustration intensifies like a boiling pot of water that’s about to spill over with each passing second. My hand reaches in between my thighs to give myself some relief, but the quick look he gives me stops me dead in my tracks.
“Don't you eventhinkabout doing that right now. We have danced around this long enough. I will be the one to make you come. I will be the one who makes you come so many times you forget your own fucking name, and that is a promise Iintendto keep.” That declaration shuts meup and I shift around in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but my desire is making it damn near impossible.
Chapter 30
Cassidy
I’m going to treat you like the goddess you are
Thedrivefromtherestaurant is a lust-filled blur. I barely resist the urge to pull the car over and fuck her in the backseat, but I don’t want our first time to be on the side of the road where anyone can see her. A naked Avery is for my eyes only and I would happily go to jail for murdering anyone who dared look at her.
