Bait: The Wake Series, Book One(141)

I got out and went to her. Her hands dropped the bags and wrapped around me. She clung to me so tightly and she cried. She didn't say anything, she just sobbed into my chest. I ran my hand across her back and let her do it.

When she calmed some, I lifted her chin to see puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“Come on,” I said. “Let's get in the car.” I lowered to pick up her bags and carried them in one hand. Wrapping the other around her shoulder, I tucked her into my side.

Andy got out of the car and popped the trunk, taking her things from me and stowing them in the back. I opened the door and let her get in first then followed. I looked back at Andy and asked, “Can you give us a minute?”

He nodded and walked inside the hotel. Then I closed the door with us hidden away inside.

We sat facing each other, neither she nor I knew what to say. So we did what came easy, that with which reconnected us on an elemental level.

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.”