Country Kisses (3:AM Kisses Book #8)(35)
“I think I’m loving what you have planned for me,” I whisper soft over her lips. I came so close to rearranging those words, so close to proclaiming my love for her, right here in the stall of the women’s restroom. It would have made for a horrible story, and for just that reason, I’m thankful to have waited.
Cassidy rides her cool hands up my shirt, giving a circular scratch over my chest.
My eyes close involuntarily, and I suck in a quick breath through my teeth. “That, right there, is what I wait the entire livelong day for.” I look into her beautiful crystal-cut eyes and lose myself for a moment. Cassidy has me in every single way.
“Do you want to know what I wait for the entire livelong day?” That devilish gleam in her eye says whatever it is I’m whole-heartedly going to approve.
Her fingers work my belt open, my jeans, and boxers just enough to unleash my hard-on free like a spring. I whip a rubber out of my pocket and offer up that guilty frat boy smile.
Her lashes bat up at me quick as butterfly wings. “Only the smart ones don’t leave home without it.” She takes it from me and rolls it on herself.
Cassidy crashes her lips to mine. She jumps wildly up onto my hips, and I grip her there with my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Her dress hikes around her waist, and before I can figure out the logistics of it all, I’m plunging into that hot, wetness I crave both in and out of my dreams. Cassidy moves with me as I rock her, propel her up and down, thrashing her hard over my body as if there were no other way around it, and there isn’t. I need this. I need her hard and fast right here in this slice of a moment.
“Cade,” she whispers into my ear in a fury. I let out a menacing grunt as I come hard, squeezing her down over me as my dick throbs in aching, desperate spurts.
Shit. My lids open heavy as I pant down at her. My thumb circles down to her heated slick, and I work my magic over her until she catches up to me.
Cassidy starts in on a panting session that makes it sound as if she’s about to blow a lung out, and I’m loving it.
“Are you okay in there?” a girl calls out from the other side of the stall just as Cassidy hits her peak. Her body writhes and bucks in my arms as I move faster and faster.
“Yes!” She lets out a wild yelp. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screams so loud, I bury my face in her neck as my chest rumbles with a quiet laugh.
“All righty then!” the girl on the other side of the stall shouts before clicking her heels all the way out of the restroom.
Cassidy covers her face a moment before coming up for air and kissing me sweetly on the lips.
“You bring out the naughty girl in me like nobody’s business.” She takes a nip out of my cheek. “Now, go on and slink out of here before anyone sees us together.” She dismounts and tugs her dress down just enough.
A cloud of heartbreak sails over the good time we’ve just had.
“Ladies first.” I land a heated kiss to her lips and refuse to part until she does.
“I’ll see you later—stud.” She gives a playful wink before ditching out the door.
One thing is for sure. I’m beginning to feel like Cassidy Clayton’s dirty little secret.
Lust So Hot It Burns
Cassidy
By the time Saturday night rolls around, I’m all worked up like a cat on a hot tin everything. Piper and Owen are headed out for a scorching night on the town, and I wait patiently until he picks her up.
“You’re not fooling anyone with those bunny PJs on.” She smears her perky little lips with a dash of red. “I know you’re going to see Hot Buns.”
A tight knot builds in my stomach the shape of her spiked heels. Good God, if she knew I had her calling her brother a tasty heated confection, she’d have my own buns on the grill. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I might run downstairs for a quick cup of joe, but other than that, my night is ending with a hard thud.”
“Oh, honey, everybody knows your night is ending with a hard stud.” She spins around, looking every bit polished and beautiful. Both Piper and Cade look as if someone ripped them out of the glossy pages of a magazine. “And a cup of joe? Try a bite out of those honey buns you’ve been chasing after for the past few weeks. Seriously? This has been going on for a couple of months.” She gives my shoulder an aggressive tap. “My best friend is boning some ‘hot’ dude for weeks, and I can’t meet him?” She gasps and clasps her hands up over her mouth as if she’s just come to a brotherly epiphany. “Oh my God!”
Oh my shit, she knows! The Pipe bomb is about to go off! I turn around and cover my ears a moment, but the room is strangely silent. It takes a moment for me to gather my courage to turn around to find her shaking her head, clicking her tongue at me with her arms crossed over her chest.
“You’re ashamed of him.” She blinks back tears. “God, are you dating a man old enough to be your grandfather?” Her eyes grow with worry. “Holy shit! Are these stale hot buns you’re ditching out night after night to take a bite out of?”
There are two ways I can go about this. “Yes.” I sniff back my pride. Technically, Cade is older than me by a few years. “But, trust me, sweetie, he’s hardly stale.” There, at least there’s a modicum of truth dashed on the side of that liar’s pie. “He’s sweet, and handsome.” I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and step on over. He’s the only person on this planet outside of my momma who’s kissed the nasty mess on my face. He tells me I’m beautiful, and, strangely, I have a tendency to believe him. “He’s kind to me.” I take a breath and brush the hair away from my eyes with my fingers. “Plus, he’s a firecracker beneath those sheets, over those sheets, in the bathroom stall at the Black Bear.” I suck in a breath at that last admission. I swear, it’s as if I’ve been dying to talk about him, and the words just bubbled right out of me.