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He popped the button on his shorts. Dragged the zip down. Kicked them off. Wearing only black briefs, Jake stroked himself through the material, eyeing his prize—the woman who never failed to send him into the stratosphere. When Cassie rubbed her legs together again, Jake lost all pretence that this would be a slow seduction. Tugging the front of his briefs down to free his cock, his rock-hard length slapped against his belly, and his balls drew up, pressed snugly against his body with the material of his underwear. He stroked himself, pricks of sensation following his path along his cock. Engorged and leaking, Jake eyed the length of Cassie’s slim arms, upturned breasts, narrow waist, and long legs. He imagined hooking them over his elbows and slamming into her, his cockhead plunging deep into her core.
His cock flexed, pleading with him to satisfy the urge.
“Mmm, you liked whatever you just thought of,” Cassie murmured, her voice husky as she swiped at the tip of his cock with her fingertip. She snagged the pearl of pre-cum that had beaded there and sucked on her finger. She hummed and gripped the railing again, resting her foot on one of the steps near her waist. She was completely open to him, the visual short-circuiting his brain. His restraint snapped.
Jake stepped forward and hooked his arm under her raised leg. She was as light as a feather, and he hoisted her up until she hooked her other leg over his elbow. Open in every way to him, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
He shifted, bringing the tip of his cock to her opening and thrust gently forward, rubbing her until she squirmed. He teased them both. But the joke was on him.
Cassidy arched back, catching his cock on his next pass, and Jake’s resistance crumbled. He couldn’t stand the wait. Knowing how her heat wrapped around him, clutching him tightly as he tunnelled into her depths, almost made him cross-eyed with need. He impaled her in one swift plunge. She moaned, and he cried out when his hips pressed flush against hers, a full-body shudder travelling through him.
Sensation overload.
He withdrew to the mushroom head of his cock and slammed forward again. The sounds their bodies made slapping together were the bass. Cassie’s pants and his grunts added in was a symphony. Hot as hell to listen to. It was a feast for the senses.
Overwhelming.
All-consuming.
He thrust again. The tingle at the base of his spine had started already. His balls were drawn up tight. On edge, he leaned in, his chest hair abrading her pebbled nipples. Cassie moaned, arched into him, and pressed her body as close as she could. He slowed his thrusts, grinding against her clit more than pumping into her.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Kiss me.”
He slammed his mouth against hers, their kiss filled with a sultry heat like a summer thunderstorm. Cassie’s internal walls fluttered around his cock, and she pulled away, tipping her head back as she whined. She was close again, and he needed to hold out until she came. It was good motivation, and Jake clasped her butt in his hands, squeezing the fleshy globes as he pulled her down onto his cock over and over. Her breasts bounced with the motion.
When she arched into him, trying to press harder onto him, he bent to suckle on her nipple. He scraped his teeth gently along the beaded flesh, and Cassie shouted. Jake pressed in deep, his orgasm roaring through him like a runaway train. His dick throbbed, pulses of his seed unloading into her.
Jake came back into his body slowly. He slumped against her, his head swimming with the endorphins racing through his body, while Cassie held both their weight up.
“Well, that was a lovely surprise,” she teased when he lowered her legs back down to the path.
“Mhmm,” he agreed. “I want to take you out tonight. Spoil you.” He kissed a line up her throat, tickling her with his stubble. He wanted to celebrate their anniversary with a night of dancing in her arms and making love until the early hours.
“Why, Mr Phillips, I’d love that.” Jake grinned at her use of his name—the one he’d legally adopted two years ago to the day. They weren’t married, but he’d wanted to take Cassie’s name from the moment he’d met her family. They’d accepted him with open arms, and he’d cried like a baby.
“Good.” He brought their lips together for a smiley kiss and smoothed his hands over the rounded globes of her arse as she tangled her hands in his hair.
*****
Their Saturday night was spent outdoors in their next-door neighbour’s yard—a housewarming party for Robyn, Mike, and Ezio, and Mike’s kids. Robyn had lived in the apartment above their garage for a short time, and she and Cassie had become fast friends. Cassie was warm and funny, but it took her a long time to open up to people. With Robyn, it had been instantaneous.
Having them move in next door had been good for Cassie, and for that, Jake would always be grateful.
When the previous owners had contacted him to help them sell their house, he’d known it was perfect for Robyn and her two partners. Mike had expressed to him a few times how much he’d love to raise his kids in a place like theirs. It was only a matter of time before Robyn and Ezio had talked him into it.
The guys were as madly in love with each other as they were with Robyn. He could see how much they adored each other. Their path had been rocky, but through it, their bond had grown stronger, and Jake was thrilled that his and Cassie’s friends were happy.
He sat on a lounger celebrating the completion of his friends’ outdoor renovations. But instead of being happy for Mike, Robyn, and Ezio’s new life together, he was filled with envy. Cassie was in his arms, and he was forever grateful they’d been able to work it out, but Jake couldn’t help wishing he and Cassie could have had the same—another man to love. The longing was so intense that the ache had lodged itself under his skin. In his bones. There was a desperation to deliver on the promises he’d made to Cassie but also to feel the touch of the man he’d yearned for.
Phoenix.
Even after all these years, his name still conjured a warmth that settled in his heart. At the same time, though, the sharp twist of a knife in his chest stole his breath.
Jake concentrated on the flames dancing in the iron firepit until the stabbing pain subsided to a dull ache. He hated the envy. He was happy for his friends—he really was—but he couldn’t help wanting the same.
It wasn’t just Robyn, Mike, and Ezio who’d found one another either. Their other friends—people who had become dear to Jake and Cassie too, were visiting as well. Connor, Katy, and Levi were just as obviously made for one another. Their inside jokes, the smiles reserved for one another, and the way they gravitated together, always touching, made Jake want to scream. It was as if they missed one another even when they were standing in the same room. He hadn’t seen Phoenix for years and knew there had to be a point where he let go, but it was hard. And the likeness between Connor and Phoenix was enough that Jake’s heart ached watching how Levi got to dote over both his lovers.
Cassie must have sensed his struggles. She turned to him, her eyes roaming over his face. Jake tried to smile, tried to reassure her, but he couldn’t. His shoulders fell, and Cassie cupped his face, kissing him softly. “I need some air,” he whispered.
