Cassarah
I glance at him as we drive toward his cabin, my thoughts whirling a mile a minute. I’ve never been that girl, the one who has one-night stands. Ever. I’ve had one sexual partner in my life, during college, no less, but I suspect that what we shared will be tame compared to Law. He’s a force to be reckoned with and I am worried that my heart won’t survive when he goes back to his life, but right now, I’m embracing the moment. He reaches over and grasps my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Like holding your hand, buttercup,” he says.
“I like it too, Law.” Before I know it, we’re driving down a dirt road and come to a stop in front of a cabin that sings to me as if a blue jay was calling out for her lover. You can tell it’s older, but it’s been well maintained, I can’t wait to see what the inside holds.
“C’mon, beautiful,” he says once he’s opened my door. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice that he shut off the truck and came around to my side. I love the fact that he’s got these gentlemanly tendencies, it’s something I could get used to, that’s for sure.
Holding my hand, we walk up the stairs and I realize that, somehow, some way, my life is going to irrevocably change when I walk through that door. For some reason, I don’t think I’ll leave the same woman I am coming into this as. A shiver wracks my body, and I know it’s because of the sexual tension in the air that’s surrounding us.
“You okay?” he asks as we enter the cabin and he closes and locks the door.
“Yeah.”
“Would you like a beer?” I like my wine but enjoy an ice-cold beer every once in a while, so I nod. He motions to the couch and I grab a seat while he walks into the kitchen and I hear the unmistakable sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing before he’s back, holding a longneck bottle out to me. When his hand makes contact with mine, I look up at his eyes and see they’re hooded with desire and longing. I sit my bottle down and stand up to where I’m right in front of him. He sets his bottle down next to mine on the coffee table and pulls my body into his. There is no space between us, we are molded to one another. “I can’t wait to be buried between your thighs with my mouth, my fingers and my dick.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper out. He takes my hand and practically runs down the hallway, my legs compared to his are so very short, that his strides are like a jog for me. When he notices me lagging behind him, he turns, scoops down to where my stomach meets his shoulders and lifts me up. He catches me off guard and a swoosh of air leaves my lungs...he’s fucking carrying me! Nobody has ever carried me before and I find that I quite like it. And honestly? The view of his taut ass in his jeans is kind of a turn-on too, if I’m being truthful here. Not being able to help myself I reach down and pinch a cheek. He swats my hand away, but never once slows down. Once inside the bedroom, he gently lets me down, sliding me fully against him and I can feel the evidence of his desire. This may be nothing but a vacation fling for him, but I’ll remember everything about him, about this, for the rest of my life.
“You’re so fucking pretty, buttercup,” he whispers before crashing his lips down on mine. I lose myself to our dueling tongues. Pulling back, he takes my shirt and looks me in the eye to see if I’ve changed my mind, before he slowly pulls it up and over my head, his eyes heating at my lacy bra. I’m not ginormous in the boob department, but my girls are perky and I vowed a long time ago I would wear pretty, sexy underwear. He takes a minute to admire my undergarment before he begins divesting himself of his clothing. I watch as each piece leaves his body, mouth salivating and suddenly my nerves are gone and replaced with unbridled desire.
“You’re overdressed, beautiful,” he says, once he’s standing there, his dick standing upright against his flat, toned abdomen. “Let me fix that, yeah?” He moves me so I’m sitting down before he crouches and removes first my boots then my socks, before he stands me back up and quickly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, removing them and my panties in one fell swoop. I usually undress myself, but find that him undressing me is far sexier than if I did it myself. As my breath leaves in a gasp, he unclasps my bra and I find that tossed to the side as well. He grabs the covers and pulls them down before gently, almost reverently, picking me up and putting me in the middle. When he crawls in next to me, my breath catches at the sheer beauty of him. He’s muscular and compared to my tiny frame, huge. Even though there is such a difference in the ways our bodies are built, it’s as if we were made to fit each other perfectly. “Not gonna be a lot of sleeping tonight,” he warns, his hand stroking down my body.
“Sleep is overrated,” I reply, causing him to grin a devilish grin, down at me.
His slow, sensual kisses soon give way to hot, wicked ones as his hands start exploring my body. I find my core clenching and know that by the time we get to that point, I’ll be more than ready for that part. As his head descends to my breast, I hold my breath. I’m not used to this, the playing and touching, so the feelings he’s evoking have me squirming with desire. “Law,” I breathe out as he licks, nips and suckles at first one breast then the other. My nipples are hard and standing tall begging for his mouth to wrap around one of them. He doesn’t make me wait long before he grabs one of them with his lips, he pulls it into his mouth and bites down lightly, causing a ripple effect throughout my entire being. I gasp out in surprise at the intensity of the sensations which I’m experiencing. I feel kinda stupid just laying here while he’s worshiping me, so I let my hands trace over his shoulders and chest, delighted that he’s not like a lot of men these days who wax their chests. He’s not overly hairy, but my fingers play in his chest hairs as I stroke his nipples. What little hair he has on his body, is a turn on and I want to play and run my fingers through it until my last day on earth. Knowing that’s not a possibility for us, I get away from that thought and keep exploring until my hand wraps around his arousal. He hisses out at my touch, and I begin stroking him causing him to moan against my sensitive skin. Prickles dance down my arms and legs. My back arches of its own accord, I don’t know if I’m begging him to continue or move on. I have somewhere else that is desperately vying for his attentions.
“Shhh, I’ll take care of you,” he whispers against my stomach, his hands now stroking along my hips and thighs. As he moves away, his dick moves from my reach making me groan out, disappointed at losing my purchase. “You’ll get a chance at him later,” he promises, “but right now, if you keep it up, this’ll be over before we start.” At his words, I giggle, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me. “I’m fucking serious, buttercup. Your touch is more than I ever anticipated.”
With that, he settles between my thighs and inhales. “Sweetest fragrance on earth,” he whispers before lightly tracing his tongue along my folds. Holy fuck, I’ve never had this before. My one and only before him didn’t like oral sex. Well, doing it, anyhow. He sure didn’t mind me going down on him and I stifle another giggle because he had nothing on what Law’s packing. I can’t wait to get him in my mouth, that’s for damn sure! He devours me, and I am lost in the feeling of pleasure that is wracking my body. He places his arms over my hips to hold me down since they began bucking, needing more of what he was giving me.
“Stop moving, let me enjoy my meal.” His what? But then that tongue of his begins doing wicked things to my body and I never ask the question that was in my mind. I come hard and he shoves two fingers inside of me. “You’re so damn tight,” he says, scissoring his fingers to open me up wider so I can accommodate his girth. I can feel a second orgasm creeping up, but he must’ve felt it as well and pulls his fingers out of me. He climbs up my body and reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. The only relief I have at the fact that they were so close by is that it’s a new box which he has to open and pull apart one from the roll. He rips it open with his mouth and applies it to his length. “You ready for me?”
“God, yes, please I need to feel you inside of me, Law.” He lines himself up and slowly enters me. The stretch
is delicious and the pleasure/pain combination has me realizing that he has ruined me for any other man. He feels so good inside of me, I’m full and stretched to my limit once he is entirely buried inside.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “I don’t think I’m going to last long. You feel too fucking good.”
“Well, if you don’t, there’s always the next time, right?” I ask as I wiggle underneath him to get him to move.
“Minx,” he says, dropping a kiss on my nose before he finally finally starts moving. I’m not a novice to orgasms per se, I mean, I’ve never had one that wasn’t self-induced, but I can tell that whatever he’s building is going to be like a tsunami. I can only hope it doesn’t pull me under then cast me aside. I begin breathing heavily and move my hand down between us to where I can manipulate my clit. I want to go over the edge with him into the abyss. “That’s it, touch yourself,” he says, as his eyes trail down to where my fingers are currently rubbing circles, pinching and pulling on my bud. His pace quickens and my hips rise to meet his, mine raise when his descend. The sound of flesh meeting flesh is all I can hear besides my own heartbeat racing with exertion. “Come now,” he grinds out between his clenched teeth. I rub harder and I can feel my release on the verge of breaking through. It hits me like a tidal wave and I scream out his name as it rushes over me.
“Law!”
“Elijah, please in bed, scream out my name.”
“Elijah! Fuck yes, Elijah.” I say as my body begins to tremble.
My cries are soon joined with his bellow when he finally comes. I can feel his dick pulsing inside and wish life were different somehow and I could feel his come coating my insides. A girl can dream, can’t she? He pulls out of me and immediately pulls the condom off and ties its ends.
“Let me go throw this away and I’ll be right back to clean you up,” he tells me.
“It’s okay, I’d like to use the restroom and I’ll take care of it. I’ll go in there as soon as you get back.”
“You can go in the bathroom with me, y’know?”
“I am not peeing in front of you!” I can’t even imagine doing so, isn’t that for couples who’ve been together for years to experience together?
“You’re too cute,” he says, walking to the bathroom. I roll onto my side and watch his ass cheeks flex as he walks. Fuck, his ass is nice! He leaves the door open as he tosses the condom and...omg! He’s peeing, with the door open! I hide my eyes in my hand in embarrassment, and hear the water turn on. Once he’s back in the room I scurry to the bathroom and shut and lock the door for propriety’s sake. This man is too much, I don't know how he could do that with me in the other room. He’s definitely not shy, that’s for damn sure, unlike me who has a hard time using public bathrooms! When I go to wipe myself I feel something sticky leaking out of me, I close my eyes and send up a silent prayer that it isn’t what I think it is. Taking a peek, I see that yeah, I was right. Fuck. I’m on the pill so hopefully, nothing comes of this snafu. I’m clean and I’m pretty positive that Law is clean as well, but I’m too embarrassed about the predicament to even say anything to him. Me being me, however, I pull the condom from the trash and look just to be sure that it is definitely what I suspect it was, I can see the little bit of his come at the very tip. I am glad the door is locked, because if he were to come in and see me inspecting a used condom, I’d be mortified. I see a small tear in the condom and pray that my birth control is as effective as the company claims it to be. I wash my hands, after putting the condom back in the same spot it was previously in the trash can, then leave the room. I square my shoulders and put a smile on my face.
“C’mere, Cassarah, that was round one and I’m ready to have you again.” Fuck, I hope that was a one-time thing and the rest of the condoms are up to par, because I haven’t had enough of him either.
Chapter Four
Cassarah
It’s been three weeks since my first date with Law. Time has flown by, he’s become my best friend. We spend as much time together as possible, we never fight, and when I’m not at one of my two jobs, we’re fishing, walking the trails behind his cabin and having the most mind-blowing orgasms a girl could dream of having. He’s even come by while I’ve had clients, and has served them drinks and snacks. He is so easy to get along with that they end up leaving my home with a new friend. He still comes every morning for breakfast and I spend my breaks sitting with him at his table. He’s opened up about his MC, the brothers and their old ladies. A lot of them I can picture myself becoming friends with, especially given that most of us share a background that is similar.
My sister’s package arrived and it sits in my lockbox in my closet, unopened and I swear it drives me insane with wanting to know what it holds. I know me though, and I’ll use the evidence in there to take him down now, instead of waiting like she’s asked me to, so it sits sealed, waiting for a time and place and directions from her to use it. Law has talked about me coming to his hometown for a visit. He’s reluctant to leave, but I have a feeling he’ll be leaving me soon, and no matter how much I’ve tried to guard my heart from him, he owns it. I know I’ll be shattered and a shell of my former self once he leaves me, but I try not to think about it and enjoy the here and now. I think he’s doing the same, to be honest.
I watch him from my perch behind the front counter, where I’m checking out a client and see his face fall while he’s on the phone with whoever he’s talking to. It looks like he’s receiving some bad news, because he has tears in his eyes and one’s escaped down his cheek. I look down at my hands and know that this is it, he’s leaving me whether either one of us is ready for it or not. I busy myself with refilling coffees and filling salt, pepper, sugar, condiments, anything to keep my mind off the conversation that will break my heart and destroy my soul. I look up and see his hands folded tightly in front of him and he’s looking at me with desperation in his eyes. I take a deep breath, knowing I can’t put this off any longer. I walk over to him, and once I reach him I run my fingers through his freshly cut hair, hair I cut just the night before. Even the memories of what happened after that haircut aren’t enough to keep me smiling because he’s going to leave me. He may not want to, but that’s gonna be the end result.
“Sit down, buttercup. I need to talk with you for a minute,” I move my fingers from their purchase and try to walk to the other side of the booth to sit facing him, but he pulls me to him and into his lap. “Need you close right now,” he says, burying his nose in my neck.
“What’s happened, Elijah?” That’s something else, I’m no longer ‘allowed’ to call him Law, he likes me to use his given name.
“I just got some bad news from home, it looks like I’ll be heading that way sooner than I anticipated.” I turn my face so he can’t see the pain etched on it. “I want you to come with me, but I know from our conversation the other night that it’s not an option for you at this time. Promise me you’ll come visit as soon as you can and will call me...anytime, day or night. I need to hear your voice as often as I can.”
“I’ll do what I can, Elijah. But I need you to give me some time, because you leaving is hurting.”
“I know it is, buttercup. I had kinda hoped that if I had more time with you, I’d be able to convince you to come with me. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can, but next time I make it this way, I’m not leaving without you.”
I smile, because that’s the best declaration a girl could hear. “I just might come with you,” I tell him, causing him to chuckle at me.
“Walk me out, buttercup, I need to feel those lips one last time before I hit the road.” I nod my head in agreement, because my throat is clogged with emotion, and he already feels guilty enough about leaving me behind. But I can’t leave yet, I just can’t. Especially with not knowing what's happening with my sister. She has to be first, she and my niece, even before my heart. When we reach his bike, he tilts my head up and his lips crash down on mine. I know, deep in my soul that this is a goodbye kiss, not a
see you later. He knows, just as I do, that life will move forward and we’ll both soon be busy with our daily routines and jobs, that we’ll never have time to get away and see each other again. Plus, I never know from one day to the next, if I’ll have to run again. He may eventually come back to town, but I know that I most likely won’t be here for him to whisk me away in an Officer and a Gentleman way. We all know life is not a movie, therefore we can’t expect it to always end in a happily ever after. Because that’s what Elijah would be for me, my happiness, and my forever. But life is an evil bitch who always gets in the way.
“Dream of me,” he says, in a whisper.
“Every night,” I tell him, and stand by and watch him straddle his bike. He sends a wink my way and backs up and starts the engine. I will miss our nightly rides we’d go on to get rid of the day’s stress. The first time on his bike I fell in love with it, and begged him nearly every night for a week to take me again, becoming a routine that I needed. I’m not sure when it was exactly that I fell in love with him, but as I watch his tail lights disappear down the road, I just know that I’ll never be the same again. My heart is his, he holds it in his hands, meaning it’s no longer mine or with me. I fall to the ground and land on my knees and bawl so hard that I can barely catch a breath. Sandy comes up behind me and wraps her arms around me.
“It seems really hard right now, but I promise, your heart will heal...eventually,” and her motherly tone has me lost in a world of despair. She holds me tightly and rocks me back and forth whispering words of love and encouragement. I just watched the love of my life ride away on a Harley.
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