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I’m once again overwhelmed by the feeling that this isn’t right. That right now isn’t the time we must be doing this. Not when her very life is hanging in the balance of this mess. Not when there is still so much left unsorted and unsaid still between us.
“Kasey, I—”
She puts her finger to my lips as she continues sliding up and down my cock, my shaft parting her wet, warm lips, drawing a long groan from my throat.
“Shhh,” she says. “Please. I need this. I need to feel something good in my life for a change.”
I am not one to argue with that. I pull her down to me and our mouths crash together. Kasey’s kiss is fiery and passionate. The feel of her smooth, supple skin gliding along mine, and her firm, yet soft and warm body beneath my hands is like a dream.
Kasey raises herself up and slips me into her warm, slick opening. She slides down on me and I groan as she takes me into her inch by inch. When she’s fully seated on top of me, she plants her hands on my chest. Her lips are slightly parted, a breathy moan escaping her mouth as she starts so move on top of me.
Watching her body move so slowly and sinuously is as erotic as the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside of her. I slide my hands up her body, cupping her full breasts, kneading and squeezing her flesh.
She leans down and kisses me again, her long red hair cascading down over me as our tongues twirl in a sensual dance. Kasey gasps as she sits up and throws her head back, her loud moan making the fire burning inside me burn even brighter.
Reaching out, I grab Kasey by the hips and spin her over onto her back. She spreads her legs wide for me and I brace myself on my arms, my face hovering only inches from hers. She slides her hand behind my neck and pulls me down into another long, lingering kiss that’s filled with a fervor that nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
I move within Kasey, my cock sliding along her inner walls and plunging deep into her. She presses her head back against the pillows and her eyes roll up as a long, stuttering moan drifts from her mouth. She grabs hold of my upper arms, her nails leaving half-moon impressions in my skin as she bites her bottom lip.
We move together in unison, our bodies writhing together in a passion-filled rhythm. Kasey’s gaze burns into mine and I feel something shifting within me. The physical connection we’re sharing is somehow magnified and intensified by an emotional connection that’s being made. Or perhaps, remade is the right word.
As she clings to me and I move inside of her, our gazes remain locked together, our connection growing more intense. I roll my hips, driving myself into her, reveling in the sensations of her warmth and wetness. My every nerve ending is on fire and I feel myself hurtling toward that brink of ecstasy with her.
“Cum for me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Our mouths crash together once more, and I feel her body tighten beneath mine. As our tongues swirl around each another and I thrust myself into her, I feel my cock swelling and I know there’s no holding back the tide.
Kasey grips my shaft with her inner muscles, squeezing them as a hard gasp bursts from my throat. Straining and trying to stave off the inevitable, she squeezes me again, trying to milk my seed from me. I drive myself into her one final time and hold myself there, as deep inside of her as I can be. Kasey presses her head back and cries out, calling my name as her entire body spasms beneath me.
Kasey digs her nails into my arms as she cums, her pussy pulsing around my cock, and as I listen to her trembling voice, feel her shaking wildly beneath me, I give myself over to my release. Staring into her eyes, I feel my cock throbbing, and then I explode. I call her name through gritted teeth as I burst, filling her with my cum.
We cling to each other for several long moments, savoring the feel of being so connected both physically and emotionally. It’s a sensation I haven’t felt in a very long time. And judging by what she told me earlier, she hasn’t either. Probably not since the last time we were together for the both of us.
Slowly, the tingling in my body fades and I flop onto my back. Kasey curls up next to me, resting her head in the crook of my arm. I close my eyes and cherish the feeling of her warm, soft body pressed so tightly to mine. Neither of us speaks for a while, each of us lost in our thoughts.
Though there are a thousand questions rifling through my brain right now, I push them all aside. The only certainty seems to be that this isn’t just sex. This isn’t fucking. This is something different and far more personal. For both of us.
I don’t know if “making love”, is the right phrase. It sounds so hokey and ridiculous. But it’s clear that something personal has passed between us tonight. Something deeper, and something much more meaningful than just fucking. Tonight, we’ve shared something special together.
And for the first time since those long-ago days with her, I feel something in me changing. I feel something opening that’s been closed for a very long time.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kasey
“So, here’s the deal,” he starts, “I have to go on a quick run, but it shouldn’t take long. When I get back, we’ll run by your dad’s place and grab your things. After that, we’re going to stash you at the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”
“I can’t just hide at the clubhouse.”
I’m sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of blueberry pancakes in front of me. While I showered, Jacob apparently decided to whip up my favorite breakfast. I honestly don’t know how he remembers all of this stuff after all those years, and in other circumstances, it might even be creepy. But in this context, I think it’s really thoughtful and sweet.
He nods. “Yeah, you can. And you will. It’ll buy us a little time to figure out what we’re going to do. We might even be able to get in touch with Zavala.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You have connections with the cartel?”
Jacob shakes his head. “More like a friend of a friend of a friend thing. And that’s not even a certainty. The important thing is we get you somewhere safe while we figure out how to handle this.”
“Have you talked to your club about this? I’m not sure they’re going to want to get mixed up with a cartel.”
