by Hope Ford
With one hand at her back to hold her and the other on the girth of my dick, I guide myself inside her. She’s snug and tightens herself on me the further I go. “That’s it, baby. Take it,” I whisper to her.
She slides down my body until I’m fully seated inside her. My hips start pumping, and I slide my hand down between us. Circling her clit, I plunge in and out of her. She’s about to come; I can feel her heat soaking my thighs. With my hand wrapped around her neck, I pull her lips to mine, and as soon they meet, she’s exploding all around me. Her hips move erratically, but I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her, taking her over the edge until she’s milking me, and I’m shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside her.
Cassie
We both fall down on the bed, and I’m breathless as he lies on top of me. He starts to move, but I wrap my arms and legs around him, stopping him. He lifts his head, and his eyes search mine. “I’m not leaving,” he says, brushing my hair off my face.
I loosen my hold on him, and he lies down beside me, pulling me against him. I don’t dare move. He’s holding me like I’m the most precious thing to him, and I don’t want him to regret this.
“Cassie,” he whispers against my hair and then kisses my head.
“Yeah?”
His hands slide down my stomach, stroking my belly. “I’m going to need you again.”
I laugh, thinking he’s joking but realize quickly he’s not. He takes my hand in his and brings it down to the hard, thick rod between his legs. “I’m not joking.”
I don’t dare even hope for more than tonight, so I’ll agree to whatever he wants. He pulls me until I’m on top of him. My legs slide to each side of him, and I shimmy around until he’s right at my core. I lean back, pushing him inside me. There are still tiny little flutters from my orgasm, and I’m super sensitive, but I still take him. I’ll take him every chance I get.
I move up and down, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully. “Yes,” he moans, urging me on.
So I don’t stop. I move over top of him slowly, then fast, moving my hips back and forth, side to side and around in circles until we fall into a perfect rhythm.
My reckless moans fill the room, but I’m too far gone to care. “Come for me, Cassie,” he moans against my lips, and I do as he asks, coming all around him.
He holds me and lays me down next to him. He’s cocooned around me, and I’m already drifting in and out of sleep. It isn’t long before I’m passed out in his arms, dreaming of forever.
9
Gavin
I jolt awake and then lie perfectly still, trying to get my bearings. In the Army, I would wake up at all hours and never really slept a lot. These last few hours are probably the deepest I’ve ever slept. Cassie is half on top of me, her legs intertwined with mine, and her arm is sprawled across my stomach.
My hand on her back slides down her naked form, and already my heart starts racing at the thought that I could have her again. I could roll her to her back and bury my cock deep inside her. That’s what I’m craving to do. But I know I can’t.
Somewhere in the third time I had her last night, she grimaced in pain, and I knew that I had pushed her too hard. I tried to stop, but she begged me not to, and so I finished, bringing her another orgasm and then shooting my seed deep inside her womb.
No matter how much I want her, I know I can’t. I need to give her time to heal and time to figure out what she wants to do. All I know is I have to get out of this bed before I find myself in a situation where I can’t stop.
I kiss her lightly on the top of her head and slowly start to move. I slide out from the bed and stand over her, watching her sleep. Already, after one night she is an addiction. Nothing has changed. I’m still not good for her, but I don’t know how I’m going to let her go.
I grab my clothes and walk out into the living room to get dressed. I need a distraction. I put on my boots and walk out the back door to cut wood and release some of my frustration.
Cassie
The sound of the door shutting jars me awake. I slide my hand across the bed, and I can still feel the warmth from where Gavin was lying next to me. I curl to my side, pulling his pillow to my face, and breathe in his scent. I still can’t believe we slept together last night. My thoughts start to stray that maybe it was because he had been without someone for so long, maybe that’s why he was unable to resist me. I can still see the dominating look in his eyes. He wanted me, there was no doubt. I’m just not sure why.
I climb out of bed and go to the guest room, grab some clothes, and get straight into the shower, letting the hot water roll down my body. I don’t take long because I’m excited and a little anxious to see Gavin.
After getting ready, I go to the living room and then the kitchen. I realize I’m holding my breath in anticipation and let it out in a long, steady breath. Because I don’t know what else to do, I prepare the turkey and put it in the oven for dinner later. When I hear a cracking noise outside, I go to the window and look. Gavin is standing there, an ax over his head before he smashes it down to break the wood. Over and over, he does the same movements, and I just stand here and watch him. His face seems locked in a permanent scowl as he wipes the sweat from his brow.
My stomach starts to turn, and I’m wondering if he’s regretting last night. I guess there’s only one way to find out. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, put my shoes and jacket on, and walk outside.
He sees me. I know he does. But he doesn’t stop working. My heart seems to drop in my chest, but I keep moving until I’m standing next to him.
“Hey!” I say when he briefly looks up at me.
“Hey,” he says and brings the ax down on another piece of wood.
I feel like a fool to keep holding out the bottle of water and him not taking it, so I finally set it down against a rock. When I look at him again, he’s staring at me, but quickly averts his eyes. “You okay?” I ask.
He nods his head. “You okay?”
I just shrug my shoulders because honestly I feel like my heart is breaking in two.
He winces and swings on another piece of wood with more force, a grunt filling the air between us.
So this is it. I wondered even last night if he would regret it all this morning. I hoped not, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I stand and watch him, committing it all to memory. The way his hair lies over his brow, the stubble of his chin, the dark blue of his eyes that seem darker than they did yesterday. The way he moves and the way his muscles flex. Watching him reminds me of last night in his arms, and I try to hold on to those feelings too. I don’t want to forget a thing.
“Well, I guess I’ll go in,” I tell him, again hoping that he’s going to say something.
When he doesn’t, I turn and walk slowly toward the house. As I get to the door, I turn and look at him one more time. He’s standing, leaning on the ax, not saying anything, just watching me.
I walk in the door, go to the guest bedroom, and slam the door before sliding to the floor. Sobs wrack through my body, but I have no choice but to let it all out. My hopes of there being something between us is gone now. He can barely look at me.
I stand up and go to pack my things. I wash my face to try to calm myself down. I have to leave now. I don’t have a choice.
10
Gavin
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ask her as I come back into the house. She’s wheeling her suitcase through the living room, and I have to run to get between her and the front door.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m leaving.”
She moves to walk around me, but I slide in front of her. I put my hands up, but she jerks herself away from me. “Please, Gavin. I’m barely holding on as it is. Don’t make it worse.”
I cross my hands over my chest. I want to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom and show her exactly why she can’t leave. But she looks like she’s about to start crying, and I have no experience with
crying women. I hold my hands up. “Fine. You want to leave, I’ll let you leave. But give me five minutes. Please,” I beg of her.
She looks between the door and then back at me before she sniffles and finally nods her head.
I gesture to the couch and have her sit down. I sit beside her. “I’m sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She juts her chin out. “You can be as sorry as you want to, Gavin. I don’t regret it. Not a second of it.”
I hang my head, remembering the way that I gripped on to her waist. I’m sure she has bruises. And the way I took her too many times, sometimes roughly. “Well, I do. If I could go back and do things differently, I would.”
She draws back from me, pain etched on her face. “Noted. Can I go now?”
“Dammit, Cassie, talk to me. I’m sorry for being too rough. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I get off the couch and start to pace the room. “I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.”
I don’t know how long I pace back and forth before she gets up and stands in front of me. “What exactly do you regret, Gavin?”
“Fuck, where do I start?” I look into her hazel eyes, which are red-rimmed, and it guts me to know that I’m the one that made her cry. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I knew you were sore, but I took you anyway. And now that you’re leaving me, I regret not holding you in my arms longer this morning.”
Her hands slide up my chest, and I gasp at the contact. “Why, Gavin? Why didn’t you stay in bed with me this morning?”
My head falls, and I rest it on her forehead. Filled with shame, I admit to her, “Because I wanted you again, and I couldn’t hold you without being inside you. I’m a fuckin’ soldier. I’m disciplined. But you’re an addiction, Cassie.”
I wrap my arms around the back of her neck, fighting the urge to kiss her.
She tilts her head to the side. “So you don’t regret sleeping with me?”
I am taken back. “Is that what you thought?”
She nods her head sadly.
“It’s not that. It was never that. I love you, Cassie. I think I always have. Every time we made love last night, I was hoping that I made you pregnant. I knew I couldn’t have you again, so I had to force myself to get out of bed this morning. I know I’m too old for you, and I’m a gruff bastard most of the time, but I want you in my life. I’d do anything to keep you.”
Cassie
“Anything?” I ask him.
He puts his lips to mine gently. “Anything.”
I run my hand across his cheek, my thumb across his lower lip. His breath is heavy and nostrils flared—there’s no denying that he does in fact still want me.
I take a step back, and he reluctantly lets me go. I start to undress, and with each piece of clothing I discard, I tell him, “I love you, too, Gavin Dawson. I don’t want to leave you. I’d give anything to stay here with you.”
“You can. I hope you will,” he says in a heartfelt tone.
“Okay,” I tell him. Of course, I have a job that I just can’t quit, but all that can be worked out. “So what I want is you inside me. Right now.”
He shakes his head. “Cassie…”
“No, that’s what I want. I’m fine, and after all the emotions I’ve felt this morning, I need you, please.”
He walks toward me with big heavy footsteps. The look in his eyes has my stomach doing somersaults. When I kick off the last piece of clothing, I turn around and bend over the couch. “I’m ready.”
His hands slide across my ass. He kicks my legs apart and doesn’t waste any time pulling his cock out of his pants. He slides into me, and a long, low groan leaves me. He fills me up, his hands on my waist as he moves in and out of me. “Yes,” I moan.
He leans over me, turning my face to the side. “You’re mine, baby. From here on out, you’re mine.”
“Yess…” I moan as he kisses me.
And he releases my lips as he pounds into me, saying over and over, “Mine, mine, mine.”
Later, wrapped in his arms on the couch, with the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree lighting the room, Gavin whispers into my ear, “Merry Christmas.”
I roll in his arms. “Merry Christmas. I hope it was a good one.”
He nuzzles my neck. “The very best.”
Epilogue
Cassie
Two Months Later
“Are you sure about this, Cassie?” my sister Alison asks me.
“I’m sure.” I laugh. “Plus, it’s getting a little crowded around here.”
“Crowded? Yeah, well your boyfriend couldn’t go two months without you while you worked out a notice at the school, and he’s been shacking up here. He’s a six foot three, two hundred and seventy pound ex military man. Yeah, it’s been a little crowded.”
I turn and flash my grin at her. “I was talking about the fact that Ben is still here from Christmas and doesn’t seem to have any plans to leave.”
She blushes prettily and shakes her head, changing the subject. “But are you sure about moving to Mistletoe? I mean, really?”
Without any doubt whatsoever, I assure her, “Yes. Wherever Gavin’s at is where I want to be.”
Alison pulls me into her for a hug. I know I’m going to miss her, but we’ve both promised to keep in touch.
“You about ready?” Gavin peeks his head into the bedroom.
I walk over and wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Always.”
He gives me a quick pat on the ass. “Don’t play, Cass. You know I’ll take you right now and not care who’s watching.”
I smirk at him but take a step back. He’s right, and he’s proven it over and over. His desire for me is somewhat uncontrollable.
I follow behind him with Alison behind us. “Well, I think I got everything.” I look around the living room again to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind.
“Just one more thing,” Gavin says, and when I turn to him, I gasp. He’s down on one knee, his hands held out to me with a tiny box held up between the two of us. “Gavin!” I say, shocked.
“Cassie Coleman, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes! Yes!” I scream, tackling him to the floor. He falls backwards, and my lips land on his. We roll across the floor, and I hear my sister mutter, “We’ll be outside.”
I raise up and look at Gavin. “Are you sure?”
He doesn’t even blink. “Am I sure that I want to be married to you? To go to bed each night with you and wake up with you in the morning? Am I sure that I want to have kids with you and grow old with you? Abso–fuckin–lutely.”
My forehead falls to his as he puts the ring on my finger. I kiss his lips. “I love you, Gavin.”
He just smiles and holds me tight. “I love you too, sweet Cassie.”
THE END
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