“So perfect,” I whisper as I lower my face and gently tease her slit with my tongue as every goddamn muscle in my body tightens with need, the need to finish inside her, deep inside her.
She whimpers as I lick her lengthwise with the flat of my tongue. I could feel her try to clamp her thighs together when I tore her panties off, but she’s relaxing now, opening up for me now, submitting to me now. The thought makes my balls tighten, and I have to flex my cock just so I don’t explode in my underwear. I lick her again and again, moving my lips and nose up and down through her pubic curls until she’s thrashing in ecstasy, trying to buck her hips up into my face.
Then I’m inside her with my tongue, sliding as deep as I can go, rolling around in her and then curling up against the upper wall of her vagina. I find that fibrous spot and lick it roughly, and suddenly with a scream she comes all over my face, her body seizing up as I hold her hips firmly down and groan in delight. Then I begin to furiously fuck her with my tongue as her climax hits harder, her orgasm rises to fever pitch, her wetness pours out of her like a river in spring.
“What’s happening?” she mutters as she writhes beneath me. “What are you doing to me? I’ve never felt . . . I’ve never even . . . never even . . . not once . . . not with anyone, Cade. Not with anyone. This is the first time I’ve ever . . . ever . . . oh, God, Cade. Oh, God!”
8
CASS
Oh, God, I’m coming, I realize as I feel Cade’s tongue curl up inside me and bring forth an explosion of ecstasy so pure I seriously wonder if I’m dead—or at least dying. But my body knows what this is even as my mind tries desperately to make sense of what’s happening, and finally I just give in and scream out loud as my climax roars through me, wrecking me from the inside, breaking me from the outside, somehow shattering me and making me whole again at the same time, like it’s the universe thumbing its nose at how my brain is trying to use logic to explain what this is.
It’s my first orgasm, I think as I remember what Cade said about trusting my body, about how our bodies know things our minds don’t, about how nature doesn’t give a damn about logic and common sense and what society thinks is an acceptable way for a couple to decide they’re made for each other.
I feel tears pouring down my cheeks even as Cade holds my hips down and lovingly kisses me between the legs. I was married to a man once, and I didn’t let him even see me fully naked like this, spread wide in a sunny room! I just couldn’t do it back then, like my body just straight-up refused to open up. But now I’m opening like a flower in the rain. Opening for him.
“Cade,” I whisper, reaching down and clutching at his hair as I swallow hard and try to process what I’m feeling. There are all these thoughts and images flowing through me like a dam just broke inside me, like I’m being confronted with desires that I’ve been suppressing, denying, refusing to acknowledge. “Cade, listen . . .”
“No, you listen, Cass,” he whispers, raising himself on his powerful arms and looking me in the eyes with the most devastating sincerity. “I want you to be mine, Cass. I want you to stay here with me. I want you to bear my children. I want you to be my wife. Be my wife, Cass. Before I take you the way I want, I need you to say yes. Say you’ll be my wife. I won’t do it until you say yes.”
I almost black out from the way my breath catches as I listen to him talk like some madman. Any sane woman would classify this as total fucking psycho territory. I’ve had stripper clients who roll their eyes and tell me they meet weirdoes every night who say shit like this. Of course, those losers happily push their tiny cocks into those stripper’s mouths in the private room or insist on coming on their faces in some lame show of power, a fake display of dominance.
But this is real dominance, I think as I stare into Cade’s dark green eyes and wonder which one of us is more insane: He for asking that question, or me for even considering it!
Yes, this is real dominance, I think as I look down along Cade’s muscular body, see how hard and peaked he is, his cock straining to break free. He could take me the way he wants and I wouldn’t do a damned thing about it. He knows I want him, that I want this, that I’m not going to tell him to stop. And that’s why he stopped. He stopped so I know that he’s both man and animal, that although he trusts his body, he’s still in control, that I can trust him to always be in control. That’s real elegance. That’s real dominance. That’s real power.
That’s a real fucking man.
And in that moment I know I’ve already said yes. I said yes the moment I got into his truck, the moment I took that drive out to his ranch, turned my back on the city, on the present, walked into the past hand in hand with my future. Yeah, I tried to turn and run from my fate, but the forces of nature brought me back to him with one bite.
Slowly I nod my head, my lips trembling as the tears still roll down my cheeks. Those images in my head are getting clearer, and I blink as I swear I see us riding together across this land, me sitting proud and straight on a horse, my belly round and pregnant. The vision is so clear I have to blink again to make sure it’s not real—or that it’s not an hallucination from the snakebite or the anti-venom.
“Cade . . .” I whisper as I look into his eyes. “Cade, what are you saying? Do you even know what you’re asking? How can we possibly know if . . .”
“You already know,” Cade says, his eyes narrowing but with an underlying tenderness that makes me shudder. “You’re just so accustomed to thinking things through that you refuse to recognize the wisdom of your body. Nature speaks through our bodies, Cass. And your body is singing its answer like a bluebird, roaring its answer like a lioness, howling its answer like a she-wolf who’s met her mate.”
“Ohmygod, you are a psycho,” I mutter as a smile tries to break through on my face. “Who talks like that? Who are you, Cade? Who the hell are you?!”
“I’m your destiny, Cass,” he replies. “I’m what you were put on this earth for. I’m your past, your present, and your future all rolled up in one.” He takes a breath, that devastatingly sincere look blasting through me like a force of nature. “I’m your man, Cass. I’m your man.”
I feel the truth in his words, and there’s a part of me that wants to just say yes, to just say to hell with common sense, that he is my man and I’m his woman, that we’ve found each other just like two dumb animals follow their instincts and travel a thousand miles through rain and snow just to mate. But I swallow hard and remind myself that years ago I made a snap decision to get married, and I’m still paying the price for that mistake. The last fucking thing I need to do right now is make another mistake.
“Cade,” I say, my eyelids fluttering as I try to make sense of what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, what this man is doing to me, what he’s saying to me, what he’s asking me to do. “Cade, you can’t be serious. We’ve known each other a day. How can we make a decision like that? How can we know it won’t be a mistake?”
“I told you to trust your body, your instinct, what you feel, Cass,” he says, his gaze unwavering, his confidence in what he feels so goddamn strong that I feel myself breaking, getting sucked in, getting pulled away from the path I thought I was on: A hot-shot lawyer, moving up the ladder, getting rich on my own, without the help of a man, becoming a role model for career women. I promised myself that marriage was an outdated system, a useless arrangement from the past. But suddenly I’m looking into this man’s eyes, seriously considering his crazy-ass proposal!
And I know I’m considering it, even though I’m fighting it. I can feel that fantasy bubbling up in the back of my mind, a dream of living out here on the open land, making a new life like it’s the 1870s again, riding horses, growing our own food, raising children—our children!
“What do you feel, Cass?” he whispers, reaching out and touching my face with his rough fingers, slowly caressing my cheek as he looks at me with unblinking focus, like he’s so damned sure he�
��s right, like there’s no doubt in his mind, none at all! “Stop thinking and just feel, Cass. Your body has its own intelligence, a wisdom that comes from two million years of evolution, two million years of survival, two million years of animal instinct. And the primary instinct is for us to find our mates. So what does your instinct say, Cass? Stop your goddamn mind from spinning up excuses and tell me what your body says! Just say it. Turn your brain off and tell me what your answer is and I’ll accept it. Just one word. One word that bubbles up from the woman in you. Not the lawyer, not the career-girl, not anything else that you are. Just the woman in you. The woman who’s looking at her man. One word, Cass. What’s the word?”
I wonder if that rattlesnake poison is still affecting me as I feel the world closing in around me, images of my past and future spinning like a roulette wheel. I swallow hard as I feel his touch send sparks through my body, hear my heart beat like a drum, smell the earthy scent of our bodies. I blink and then close my eyes tight, fighting back the images that are getting stronger, that fantasy of living out here forever, getting married, getting pregnant, raising children on this land, with this man. I shake my head as I feel the conflict rack me. Am I betraying some part of myself if I give in to what I feel in my body, what my instinct wants me to do, what my heart wants me to do?
One word, comes the thought through the chaos in my head. One word. What’s the word? What’s the word, Cass?
“Yes,” I whisper, the word almost making me faint in shock. It’s goddamn terrifying to hear myself say it. It’s terrifying because I know I mean it. I shouldn’t mean it. I can’t mean it. It’s fucking crazy that I mean it. But I do mean it. Shit, I do mean it.
And so I say it again.
“Yes, Cade. Yes.”
And then I close my eyes as my world explodes, shooting me into a new world as I feel everything I believed about myself vanish like smoke on a cold night. I feel like I’m dying and being reborn at the same time, like I’m crying and laughing all at once, like I’m crazy but also the sanest I’ve ever been.
Then he kisses me, and my thoughts disappear, just fucking disappear into nothing. There’s nothing but feeling, nothing but joy, nothing but love.
Nothing but him.
Him and me.
I feel him slowly push me down on the bed as my body tingles with an arousal that’s both intense and relaxing, like my decision resolved something in me, a battle I’ve been fighting my entire life—perhaps a battle I didn’t even know I was fighting! I’d always believed I wasn’t destined to be someone’s wife, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen like some oppressed woman from a hundred years ago. But as Cade kisses me in this house that’s a hundred years old, on this land that’s a million years old, with a passion that feels timeless and eternal, I see my own prejudice front and center, understand in a flash that just because a woman fantasizes about being a wife, a mother, a homemaker doesn’t mean she’s any less than a hot-shot career-woman who’s chosen a different path.
I feel Cade reach between us, and I gasp as I feel his fingers spread me gently, open me up, prepare me for his entry. I arch my neck back as I feel him press his cock against my slit, rubbing its massive head up and down until I’m so wet I can smell myself. I look down along my body, down along Cade’s muscled torso, take in the sight of his thick, heavy cock oozing its natural oil onto my mound. I smile and nod as that feeling of being taken back to the past comes through again. It feels like our wedding night, and I wonder if this is how it felt for women a hundred years ago on the frontier, mail-order brides who took a chance on a husband, arrived on a man’s ranch with no return ticket. Some of them probably didn’t even have a formal wedding ceremony, did they? It was the Wild West, after all. No rules other than the rules of nature, the law of the wild, just a man and a woman staking their claim, being who they wanted to be in a new land. Is this who I want to be? Is this always who I wanted to be but just couldn’t admit it to myself? Did something inside me bury that dream of being a wife, a mother, the woman of the house, the keeper of a homestead? As I worked through law school and beyond, was I ashamed of that part of me that wanted all that? Did I believe it was beneath me, not worthy of my intelligence? Or was it insecurity that made me think no man would want all that with me? No man worth being with, anyway. Oh, God, I don’t know. I don’t know. I . . . I . . . I . . . oh, God!
All my wild thoughts disappear as Cade slowly pushes into me, spreading my slit so wide I open my mouth in a silent scream as my eyes close tight. And with his entry comes a clarity that makes me want to cry. I arch my head back and breathe deep as the tears roll down my cheeks again, tears of joy as I realize that maybe this is my dream, this is the life I always wanted, this is my destiny. I breathe deep again, taking in Cade’s masculine scent, earthy and clean, a hint of leather, the musk of his horses, the aroma of the land. And then he’s all the way inside, pushing so deep I gurgle at the feeling of being opened up like it’s the first time, being taken so completely it’s goddamn unreal.
Cade is silent as he kisses my cheek and then slowly begins to move over me, and I close my eyes and let the fantasy wash over me, a fantasy of the frontier, a strong woman who made a decision to take a husband she barely knows, a woman who chose instinct over reason, feeling over thought, her heart over her mind.
My body shudders in approval, and Cade groans as I feel him flex inside me, his girth pushing against my inner walls, stretching me, filling me, claiming me like a man claimed what he wanted in the Wild West. I look up into his eyes, gasping as I see that steady look of absolute certainty, like he knows this is right, like he knows this is good, like he knows this is perfect.
Like he knows I’m perfect.
And as I feel my climax smoothly glide in like clouds on a breezy day, I nod because I know it too. I know I’m perfect. Perfectly his.
9
CADE
She’s perfect, I think as I feel her open up for me as I drive deep, my cock stretching her in the most beautiful way, filling her perfectly like she was made for me. Her curves somehow fit the ridges of my body like pieces of a puzzle, her softness matching my hardness, her smoothness matching my scars. I look upon her pretty round face as I slowly pump into her, flexing deep inside as I feel her wetness slowly flow down my shaft, coating my balls as they seize up like they’ve been saving it all for her.
“Why are you crying?” I whisper as I see the tears roll down her soft cheeks. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she whispers, smiling up at me, her eyes shining, her cheeks glowing, her lips glistening. “I’m just . . . just . . . so happy. I’m so happy, Cade. Maybe I’ve lost my mind. I mean, yeah, I’ve definitely lost my mind! But you know what? Screw it. I’d rather be crazy and happy than sane and whatever I was before I met you.” She blinks as I slowly push back into her, and I groan as I feel her fingers dig into my back. When I pull back and look at her again she’s still smiling. “I don’t even remember what I was before I met you, Cade. It’s like that woman wasn’t real. Wasn’t me. Wasn’t who I wanted to be.”
“You were always mine, Cass,” I whisper as I glide on top of her, our bodies moving together easily, effortlessly, perfectly. “We were always meant to find one another, just like a river always finds the sea. It might take a twisted path to get to where it’s going, but it always gets there. That’s the law of the land. The law of the universe. That’s what destiny means.”
Cass sighs and arches her neck back as I slowly push harder into her, my cock filling out with every thrust, my balls feeling heavier as I prepare to fill my woman, make her mine from the inside. “My cowboy poet,” she whispers, laughing and moaning at the same time. “Seriously, who talks like that, Cade?”
“Everyone, Cass,” I say softly as I feel my head spin from the rising heat between us. “Everyone who ever stepped out past the frontier. Who were the men and women who dared to head out West, towards the unknown, to st
ake a claim in a lawless land with nothing but their faith to see them through? Every man and woman who took that risk believed in their destiny, believed in their fate, believed in their meant-to-be. Just like us, Cass. Just like us.”
“Us,” she whispers, her head arching back as I drive into her with a deep power, controlled power, power that’s slow but hard, gentle but strong, my cockhead reaching so far into her it’s like I’m opening up new territory inside my woman. “Us,” she whispers again, and then suddenly she’s coming, she’s coming in my arms, her mouth opening in a silent scream as I feel her body shudder, her curves shiver, her breath catch as her climax rolls in like that river finding its way to the sea, like a woman finding her way to her man.
“Us,” I mutter down at her as I feel my own climax start to roll in like distant thunder as I reach below Cass and grab her magnificent ass, dig my fingers deep into her soft cushion, flex my cock hard and start to pump with everything I have. “This is us, Cass. This is us.”
She thrashes beneath me as I hold her down and drive into her with my powerful hips. I know she can take me, and I feel my body rejoice as if it knows that too. And then I’m coming, suddenly and with a force that makes my eyes roll up in my head, makes my vision go blank, makes my fucking ears ring like wedding bells.
“Oh, hell, Cass,” I groan as my throat closes up and I blast the first of my load so deep into her that she flicks her eyes open in shock. She’s still coming, and I smother her lips with mine as I pump back into her and unload again, my balls slapping against her wet skin as they deliver my seed into her once more. I can feel her gasping into my mouth as I kiss her with a hunger that’s ten years in the making—no, a lifetime in the making! My fingers are digging so hard into her ass that I know she’ll have marks on her smooth skin when I’m done. If I’m done!
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