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Cason's groans filled my ear as I kept my head buried into his chest. As much as I feared someone might hear us, I couldn't ask him to be quiet – the sound of him enjoying himself, of the pleasure my body was giving him – was such a turn on. It was something I'd fantasized about so often when I was younger – and now, there I was. That thought alone almost made me come.
I squeezed my pussy around him, grabbing hold of his cock and his entire body tensed up. A low growl escaped his throat as he looked into my eyes.
“Damn, Hailey,” he said. “You're so goddamn tight.”
Turning my head, I looked over at him. His jaw was clenched tight, and his face was twisted into a look of pure bliss. Seeing his handsome, sexy eyes staring back at me was enough to send me over the edge, and I felt a warmth down below. It grew warmer and my body tensed as spasms started low in my pussy.
Cason held onto me tightly, keeping me from falling off the edge of the bed, as I bucked wildly on top of him, my climax hitting me hard and fast.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumbled, biting his shirt to keep myself from screaming. “Oh Cason, yes...”
His breathing was growing ragged as well, and I knew he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, his jaw was clenched, and I could tell he was doing everything in his power to put off the inevitable.
“Come for me, Cason,” I begged. “Please, baby, come for me.”
A long, drawn out grown escaped his lips and I watched as his eyes grow wide. He pulled my body down, hard, on top of him and I felt him shuddering beneath me.
“Oh fuck,” he said, appearing surprised by the pleasure flowing through his body.
That look, and feeling him climax inside of me, made my own body clench tight around him, another orgasm rippling through me. It was so intense and the waves of pleasure so fierce, it felt like my pussy was literally milking his cock of every last ounce of seed.
Together, we came, shuddering and trying to be as quiet as possible as we rode out the last few moments of bliss together. When my body stopped writhing, I collapsed on top of Cason, my body spent. We looked at each other and shared a smile borne of pure ecstasy.
“Was it as good as you'd hoped?” Cason asked me, pushing my hair from my face.
“It was better than I ever could have imagined,” I said.
CHAPTER TWELVE - BENNETT
“Cason came home early last night,” I said, in passing, to Quinn. “Can't be a good sign for him.”
Quinn was in the kitchen at the Driftwood, prepping for the day before our youngest brother came in. He hadn't said much since Cason's date the night before, and neither of us had talked to Cason after either. Considering that he was home by eight, it was probably a safe bet that he didn't get lucky.
“Mmm Hmm,” Quinn said, focusing all his attention on the tomatoes he was slicing.
“Why don't you get someone else to do that?” I scoffed. “That's why we have staff.”
“Because I have nothing better to do,” Quinn said. “Not like I have much of a real role around here.”
“Hey, suit yourself, man,” I chuckled. “If you want to cut up all the veggies, have at it.”
I walked out of the kitchen with a smile on my face. I was going to be seeing Hailey later that evening, and I was very much looking forward to it. Knowing that both Quinn and Cason had struck out with her, I figured my chances were good, or better than theirs, at least. Not to toot my own horn, but I had a lot going for me that neither of them had.
It had been a long time since fresh meat moved into town, and after having dated almost every worthy girl in Black Oak, the idea of someone new was exciting. I felt like I was walking on sunshine and there was a definite spring in my step. I couldn't wait to get together with Hailey and close the deal that neither of my brothers were able to.
Cason walked through the front door as I walked out of the kitchen, and I couldn't help but smirk as we passed each other by.
“Struck out last night, huh?”
“Wouldn't you like it if I had?” he said, a salacious little grin on his face. “But I had her wrapped around my little finger.”
“And yet, you still managed to get home before the nightly news,” I said. “You either struck out, or you're faster than a jackrabbit, little brother.”
Cason rolled his eyes. “Just because you have problems with premature ejacul
ation doesn't mean we all do,” he said. “It's old age, not genetics, man.”
Quinn had stepped out the back to drop off the lemons and limes at the bar, a lopsided grin on his face. “That one must have burned, Ben,” he said.
