“Appreciated,” she shot back and I could tell by the hint of sarcasm that she was simply too tired to tell me to fuck all the way off.
When we were just about done loading everything, Cassidy and I manage to wedge ourselves into one area of the boxed truck pretty good. “Didn’t think that one all the way through,” I muttered as I took in our predicament.
“Story of your life,” Cassidy sassed back.
I grinned at her and then took her by surprise when I lifted her by the hips to try to get her over the table that we inadvertently pulled in to block our escape. Cass put up a bit of fight the minute her feet left the ground and she ended up with ass planted firmly on that table. I stepped between her legs and stared down into her eyes that looked unimaginably darker in the shadows of the truck.
“This part is on you. I was lifting you over the table, you parked your ass on it instead.”
“I wa-sh-well,” she finally decided to say after cycling through a couple partial words. “If you had used your words and told me the plan, I could have helped instead of hindered.”
“I don’t know, feels like everything turned out for the best the way it is.” I could tell by the little shiver that shook her shoulders that she heard the drop in my voice just as she could see the heat in my gaze. If I stepped another half inch closer, she’d be up close and personal with the other physical effect she had on me.
“What are you doing, James?”
“What I started to do earlier,” I said as I leaned in closer and our lips met again. Her kiss was just as sweet. While a little hesitant at first, she was still more into it than she had been earlier when she slapped me the minute my mouth disengaged hers. Her leg came up around my thigh and pulled me closer. I could feel the heat between her legs that echoed the way my needy, achy cock pulsed at her nearness.
“Fuck, Cass,” I hissed against her lips as we ground our bodies together.
“Shhh, no talking or you’ll break my ‘too tired to give a fuck about consequences’ spell.”
I couldn’t hide the smile that broke free, so I swooped in and kissed her again. My hands trailed her body, the right moved up from her hip to cup her breast. If she was wearing a bra, it was athin one. Cass was probably a B-cup if I had to guess. Maybe a C on a good day. It worked with the athletic build she was rocking. Plus, she was on the taller side for a woman, maybe five, nine or so. I liked that I didn’t have to break my back to bend down and kiss her. I also enjoyed the way she let me touch her.
How many times had I dreamed of having her in this very position. Back then, it was daydreams about plunking her down on the science lab table or hiding in the janitor’s closet. Mostly, it was having her in my lap by the fire pit where we used to talk all the time. I couldn’t tell her any of that, though. She would never believe me.
I used my left hand to slide inside the baggy sweat pants she wore. There was no need in my mind to stay above her panties because I wanted too badly to feel the proof that she reacted to me the same way I did for her. Her pussy was slick and free of hair.
Fuck me stupid!
It was like running my finger through liquid silk as she disengaged our kiss to throw her head back and moan my name. I glanced up to see a shadow at the end of the truck and realized it was Grunt, with his back turned to us. That was a best friend move if I ever saw one. He was guarding the area so no one could interrupt or get an eye full of what was about to go down. Knowing he was there, I should have stopped. Cassidy would hate to know that he was there listening to everything. I couldn’t, though. What if this was my only shot to show her how good we could be together?
“More,” she hummed in my ear as I pumped my fingers inside of her.
“You feel amazing, sweetness,” I whispered back to her.
“James,” she pleaded as I twisted and curled my fingers and pumped them in and out of her. “Yes, like that.”
“I want you to come for me, Cass. Right here. Right now. Let go and fucking come.” The last few words devolved into a growl against her neck as I felt her pussy flutter and squeeze my fingers. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out.”
“Holy shit,” she whisper-hissed against my chest as she continued to convulse on my digits. “I needed that.”
“Your pleasure is also mine,” I agreed as I freed my hand and slipped my drenched fingers into my mouth. “Sweetness was the right name for you, Cassidy. You taste like the most decadent dessert.”
Her eyes went soft for a minute before she laid her head against my chest while she caught her breath. “I can’t believe I let you do that.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Still, it was not the smartest decision I’ve ever made. I blame being overly tired. I was supposed to have help for this, but everyone got recalled to handle some…” She cut herself off and shut her mouth. “It doesn’t matter. This can’t happen again, which shouldn’t be a problem because I’ll avoid taking the club on as a client in the future.”
“You can’t do that, Cass. You’ll be shooting yourself in the foot. The club is the reason the population in Violence has boomed since you’ve been gone.”
“I’ll figure something out. Besides, Mitch kept the ranch running while I was gone and it can fill the holes in the finances,” she suggested. It was more like she was thinking out loud and I just happened to hear, rather than her sharing pieces of her life with me. I knew that. I could tell that she was still dead on her feet and felt like an ass because that was probably the only reason she allowed that shit to happen between us. My dick throbbed against her, as if to ask for his turn.
When she lifted her head and her sorrow-filled eyes met mine, I took a step back. “You’re exhausted. Let’s get you out of here so you can go climb in bed and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I need that desperately.”
“I’ll follow behind you to make sure you don’t nod off along the way.” I thought better of that plan and offered to drive the truck and have someone ride behind us to take me back to the clubhouse when I dropped her off.
