Bait (Wake, #1)(118)

Our mouths touched, and after not touching for far too long, it seemed like a dam was finally opened. Our bodies let everything both physical and verbal go.

My hands pulled her onto my lap. I was elated. I said, “I can't believe this.”

“I miss you so much,” she said back. Her hands unfastened my belt buckle and she leaned back to expose me, not wasting any time. She was almost frantic.

Between kisses, I apologized for everything. For never standing up for us, even to her. For hurting her. For letting her go.

She moved her panties aside, brought my fingers to her mouth and licked them, preparing them to touch her and make sure she was ready.

She ran her hand over the words written on my chest and kissed them like they were the top of a baby's head. Tenderly. Her eyes closed tighter with every peck.

My dampened fingers found her already slick and wet for me. She lifted up and then sat down on me. My hands found her ass under the dress, which she had hiked up around her waist.

The moment she took all of me, I felt complete. She was here. She was with me. She was mine.

“Casey,” she said as she began to ride me.

I tasted her neck and laved at her skin. Although I was already buried inside her, I felt my dick get harder still. Her scent made me harder. Her sounds made me harder. The sight of her rosy nose, as she arched her back and let her head fall away from me, soaking up the pleasure made me harder yet.

I felt the beginnings of her orgasm every time she came down on me, her muscles kneading me rhythmically. Her compressions growing fevered with intensity.

“Fuck me,” she moaned.

I held her in my arms and turned us, laying her down against the seat, but I didn't let go of her. My body operated on instinct, thrusting into her. Her hands wrapped around my upper arms and she met me swell for swell.

“You're mine, Blake.” I panted, everything felt urgent all at once. My words and my body claimed her.

“Yes, I'm coming. I'm coming,” she confessed.

That made two of us.

“Ahhh. Fuck. Ahhh. Fuuuuuck!” I screamed and we shouted together, but our bodies kept moving. Pulsing again and again at different times, grasping onto our orgasms.

I sat her back up and leaned her against my chest.

Finally, she said, “Being with you makes it harder to be without you.”

“You're not without me, honeybee. It's over. We made it.”

Her head lifted and her brown eyes searched mine.

“I have to go to the airport,” she said.

She had to go to the airport? The airport? To leave?

“No. You're not leaving this time,” I told her. “I'm not letting you.” That’s just the way it was.

“I have to. I want this. I have to finish this. I have to make us right.” She explained with the same thing she’d said before. Her manicured eyebrows arched and she looked at me for understanding, but she wasn't going to find it. As far as I was concerned, it had ended.

I clarified, maybe all of the events of the night had become too much to process, “We are right. He's gone. You're going to stay.”

“I can't just leave it like that!”

“Yes, you can,” I argued. She shuffled off me and pulled down her dress so that her legs were covered.

“I want you. Do you believe that?” she questioned.

“I think you believe that.” I zipped up my pants and did up my buckle. “You have got to be out of your beautiful f*cking mind if you think I'm letting you go back to him.”

“You know I have to go back. I have to deal with this.”

“Why the f*ck do you do this to yourself? Why do you do this to me? Don't you understand how bad this hurts? Fuck!” My temper was back, but this time it was on the defense.

“This hurts me, too!” she shouted. She was in fight mode, just like me. Always fighting on the same side of the argument, but at the same time against each other. “You hurt me, too!” She yelled again.

“Not like this. I don't hurt you like this. He knows about Betty!” That last part fell out with everything else, but it hurt all the same.

“Did you f*ck Aly?” she asked point blank.

“Yes, do you f*ck Grant? Your husband?” I fired back.

“Yes, and you know what? You're going to love this—I made him call me Betty. Just. So. I. Could. Come.”

“You’re a real piece of work. You know that, right?” I scolded. “I don’t even know why I fight with you anymore. I never win.”

I rolled down the window and whistled loud enough to get Andy’s attention. He was chatting with the valet near the door.

He walked out and I said, “We’re going to the airport.”

He tipped his hat and got in the driver’s seat.

There was no point in arguing. Everything had been said.

When we arrived at the departure terminal, I watched her hand touch, let go, and then touch the door handle again. I saw the hesitation, but there wasn’t anything that I had left to give.

Blake looked at me, there were no tears in her eyes and she smiled.

“Casey, I love you so much that it ruins me. It cripples me and wrecks my sanity. But, I do, I love you so much that it blinds me to right and wrong. But I’m not free. I can’t give you my heart until it’s mine. But you can bet your life on it, I will.”