Big Man’s Happily Ever After

by Wylder, Penny

  Our bodies are locked together, and he slips his arms under me, cradling my head in his hands as we fuck. It’s so much more than that, but I don’t dare call it anything else. We kiss, Casey’s tongue plunging deep into my mouth the same way is cock is striking me deep.

  He’s bigger than he was the first time we were together. I’m stretched further, and I love the feeling of perfect friction that my body has to adjust to. I curl my legs up around his hips so he can press even further with each long stroke.

  Together we’re building to a slow inferno. The pleasure is building up, stacking in a crazy tower that only needs the slightest breeze to topple over. Casey moves faster, and I completely surrender to the feeling, letting my body take over and drag me higher. Faster. I’m racing toward the edge again and this time I have no idea how far down the pleasure goes.

  Casey slows his pace and lifts himself off my body and looks down. Directly at where we’re joined. He watches the way he’s plunging into me with such focus and such…awe, that it makes me flush with desire and something that I have no words for.

  He’s transfixed by the sight of us coming together. It’s crazy and amazing, and I need him. Right now. I can’t wait anymore. Grabbing his shoulders, I pull him back down to me. I love the feeling of his skin on mine, his weight anchoring me. I love the heat that seeps from him, driving away any bit of cold that I’ve been keeping in my soul.

  Neither of us hold back now. We come together harder. Faster. We can’t stop until it’s over.

  Casey grinds down with his hips as he drives into me, and I shatter into a million pieces, crying out and holding onto him. I feel like I’m nothing but light and breath.

  I feel his mouth come down on mine and swallow my cry. I feel him groan as he buries himself one final time and comes. His cock jerks inside me, setting off a whole new wave of ecstasy.

  It all comes together in one shining moment before it disappears. I collapse back into my body, breathless and spent, staring up into Casey’s eyes with the same awe that he watched us with.

  This can’t be real. It can’t be.

  But when he kisses me slowly, I hope that it might be.

  8

  Casey

  Holy shit.

  Carley Farrell is in my arms. Naked. Panting. Utterly relaxed after coming on my cock and under my tongue. Is there any chance that this is truly real and I’m not having a very vivid dream?

  Even if it is a dream, I’m going to take the time to savor it. Rolling to the side, I gather her against me, looking her over—feeling her over with my hands—to make sure she’s all right. That had been intense, and the look on her face…

  “Are you okay?”

  I’m glad that her face is so easy to read. When she smiles like that, it tells me everything I need to know about how she’s feeling. And I want to see that look on her face all the time.

  “Thank you,” she says. “For making me feel…” There’s a hesitation before she finishes, “like that.”

  I don’t think that was what she was going to say first, but I don’t press her. “Any time.”

  She laughs.

  “No, seriously. Any time, Carley.”

  Looking up at me, she searches my face to see if I’m serious. And I want to track down whoever it was that put all these doubts in her head and give them a piece of my mind.

  Then she looks around. “I was a little distracted, but it looks different. The whole house. Not like I remember it.”

  “Yeah.” Emotion rises up too quickly, but I keep it in check. “Mom made me promise to make the house my own when it was mine, and after she passed I felt like I had to honor that wish.”

  I like this room and what he’s done with it. I’d chosen an entirely new set of colors for the house. Blues and browns and whites. I found them soothing. Vaguely aquatic and beachy, even though we are in the middle of Tennessee and nowhere near the ocean.

  “It’s nice,” she says. “You’ve got some good eye for design for a bachelor.”

  I smile. “I can’t exactly claim credit for it.” She raises her eyebrows and I break down laughing. “I used a design service. They sent me everything: paint, furniture, and pictures all in this massive crate. I told them what I wanted and approved it, but it definitely wasn’t all me. I did do the painting though.”

  Carley grins and leans up to press her lips to the corner of my mouth. “Ain’t you uptown?”

  She put on an exaggerated accent and used the phrase from when we were kids. Anything uptown meant the big city. Fancy. And entirely out of our reach most of the time.

  “Not as uptown as some.” I shake my head. “I’ll be honest, it took me weeks to figure it out. And I had some help from Jenny Shrum.”

  Her eyebrows rise into her hairline. “Cheerleader Jenny? You ended up dating her then?”

  I shrug. “Once or twice when we were younger. But she’s married now. Two kids, three step-kids, and no interest in me besides not letting me make a fool of myself. Apparently I had all the furniture in all the wrong places.”

  That was meant to make her laugh, but she doesn’t. She winces like I’ve struck her, eyes shuttering completely. There’s more to this story than she’s letting on. Her reactions, the fact that she’s here alone and now in my bed, and I want to know more.

  I won’t force her to tell me, but Carley Farrell is the last person that I want to be hurting. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s nothing—”

  “It’s very clearly not nothing, Carley. And it’s not the first time.” I hesitate. “You don’t have to share anything that you don’t want to…but you can trust me. I’m not like everybody else in this tone. Anything you tell me is going to stay between us.”

  She grins in spite of herself. “I never thought you would do that, I just…”

  I lean down and kiss her quickly. She’s so relaxed when I touch her, I hope the reminder of where we are and what we’re doing will help her remember that she’s safe with me.

  Carley huffs out a breath. “Okay. It’s just…it reminded me of a time a few years ago. I wanted a change in our apartment, so while Tyler was at work, I went out and bought some paint. Not anything crazy, just a newer, fresh color. And I rearranged the room. Added some more decorations. But when he came home,” she shudders, “I’d never seen him so furious. He couldn’t believe that I’d done it without asking him. So I switched it all back. Stayed up late moving furniture and returned all my new little things the next morning.”

  I’m not prepared for the feeling that roars to life inside me. Protective and fierce, a base instinct that’s so strong I have to lock my entire body to keep from moving. There is something that I need to know, and I dread the answer. “Did he get too mad at you for it?”

  In listening to her, I’ve leaned over her further, close to being on top of her. I can’t help it. I need to feel her underneath me and know that she’s safe as much as I need her to know that I will protect her from this man and these feelings that he made her have.

  She’s drawing little patterns on my chest with her fingers, drawing them across the lines of my muscles. And she’s focusing entirely on them because she doesn’t want to look at me. “Are you asking if he hit me?”

  “Yes.” My voice is dark.

  Casey shakes her head, and I can suddenly breathe again. “No. Not at all. At least not physically.”

  Reaching out, I cradle her face and tip her gaze back up to mine. “What does that mean?”

  “It means that I’m just now realizing how much I dismissed without realizing it. That somehow I was…lulled into thinking that everything was fine and normal when it wasn’t.” The beginnings of tears form, and she blinks them away quickly. “I feel really stupid.”

  Again that strike of fierce protection. I want her to be okay. I keep myself gentle for her, knowing that if I ever meet this Tyler in person I will have a hard time keeping my words—and my fists—to myself. “Will you tell me?”

  “You’ll t
hink I’m stupid too,” she says, “for staying with someone who, looking back, clearly didn’t like me that much.”

  “Never,” I tell her. “I will never think you are stupid.” When she doesn’t look at me, I cover her body more firmly with mine. “What made you hesitate when we were taking our clothes off? Because you have nothing to be shy about.”

  Carley’s body is everything I had dreamed about and more. Lush curves that feel good against me. Responsive to every touch. Even now, having had her twice, having her underneath me is making me hard again. This woman will be my undoing in the best way.

  “I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been naked in front of anyone,” she says quietly. “Sex was always…quick. After he came to bed. With whatever I was wearing. And what you did—” Her face flushes a shade of pink that I would devour if I could.

  “You mean eating your pussy?” She flushes redder. “You can say it.”

  Carley doesn’t. “That almost never happened.”

  “That’s a shame,” I tell her. “You’re delicious. It was his loss.”

  I love how embarrassed it makes her, but if she needs me to prove it again and again, I will. But there’s more that I want answers to.

  “What happened to make you leave?”

  She swallows. “You know I moved to Chicago just for him? Because he got the offer at the law firm after school. I wanted to support him, and I thought we were happy. He proposed and I said yes. And then three days before our flight here, I found out that he’d been cheating on me for our entire engagement.”

  I freeze, anger so intense that I want to scream, but I don’t want to do anything that will make her stop speaking. “With the same woman that he always complained about at work. I was just there, making his life perfect because he worked so hard. It didn’t matter what I wanted or if I had ambition. It was just about him, and he doesn’t even think that what he did is wrong.”

  Smoothing her hair back from her forehead, I look Carley straight in the eyes. She’s so vulnerable right now it makes me want to break. “That’s so fucked up I don’t even know what to say to that. You were right to dump his ass.”

  “You’re the first person to say that.”

  “What?”

  She closes her eyes against my shock. I’ve hit a nerve with that. Fuck. But how in the hell would anyone in their right mind think it was a good thing to stay in a relationship that wasn’t loyal?

  Instead, I lean my forehead against hers. “What were your ambitions?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You said that it didn’t matter what you wanted or that you had ambition. What did you want to do?”

  “I—” Carley shakes her head. “I don’t think I know anymore. I have a job at a florist, and I like it there. And they obviously like me enough to give me this amount of time off during Christmas. I don’t know…I’ve always been around flowers. They’re like home for me. Still, there’s only so many ways to stick a rose in a vase.”

  I move, shifting us so that we’re reversed, and Carley is lying across my chest. Where she can feel me breathe. With my hands on her back, she sighs deeply, melting into me. “But then again, I kind of like sticking roses in vases.”

  “If you could do anything,” I said softly. “what would you do?”

  She takes another deep breath and releases it, thinking. Then I feel her smile against my skin. “This.”

  Reaching down, she grabs my half-stiff cock and she moves down my body before I can stop her. Her mouth is on me, hot, wet, and holy fuck—

  I’m blind. I can’t breathe suddenly, my dick going fully hard instantly. When I was younger and still yearning after her, I imagined this. I wondered what it would be like to watch her sink down onto my cock like it was the only thing that she needed to survive.

  The reality is so, so much better.

  Carley takes me deep into her mouth fast, and the suction makes me feel like I’m in high school again, ready to blow. Holy fuck.

  I know that it’s a distraction. She doesn’t want to answer my question, and so she’s trying to distract me. I’m not a strong enough man to resist this temptation. But I’ll be coming back to that question later.

  “Fuck.”

  She laughs softly, swirling her tongue under the head of my cock. Her pussy is still all over me, and now she’s licking it off. God, the thought makes me groan.

  Turning her head, she drags her mouth down the side of my shaft, sucking and licking until she’s all the down. She tastes every inch that she can reach with her tongue.

  I watch as she takes me in hand and licks me like a lollipop. She looks me directly in the eye while she does it, and my cock jumps in her hand. She has a big grin on her face.

  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I manage to grind out.

  “No,” she says. “I want to. Unless you don’t think—”

  The thought hits me all at once and I stare at her. “Don’t you dare suggest to me that you’re bad at this. It’s taking all my willpower not to grab your hair and fuck your throat just so I can have more of your mouth.”

  I watch as Carley’s eyes darken at the suggestion. But I also see her shoulders drop in relief. That bastard made her think that she was bad at this. Fucking hell.

  She touches her lips to my skin again, and I close my eyes. The sound that’s pulled from me is completely unconscious. I can’t even think while she’s touching me like that. All I can think about is the way she’s making me feel.

  And then her lips touch my balls, and I almost lose my shit. Carley sucks them into her mouth, slowly focusing on one and then the other before bringing her mouth back to my tip and sucking it down. My vision goes white, and I’m going to come, but not like this.

  Reaching down, I haul her up my body so we’re face to face. “Your mouth is amazing,” I tell her. “And I want so much more of it. But right now I need to be inside you. Need to come inside you again.”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  I flip her onto the bed so she’s beneath me, face down on the blankets. She arches up into me, and I match every piece of me with her. Limb for limb until I’m covering her body. And I take her.

  Entering her again, I realize I could get addicted to this feeling. The heat and the pliable tension in her body. The way she grips me as I push in deep. The way she moans as I stretch her.

  I put my hands on her wrists and pin them to the bed as I move. Slowly. Firmly. Long, even strokes that make her shudder. Carley’s fingers flare outwards, grasping at nothing. Her ass is pushing back up into my hips, begging me for more even as I give it to her.

  I keep myself as close to her as possible, lips at the nape of her neck. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  Carley makes a noise in response, but it’s not words. Not real ones.

  “I’m so fucking happy that you’re here in my bed. I’m so fucking happy that you heard me sing that song. This is everything I ever imagined.”

  The words are flowing from me so smoothly, so quickly, I’m hardly even aware that I’m saying them. But I need to get them out and she needs to hear me say them. I’m still fucking her, almost brutally.

  “Nothing he ever said to make you feel like you were less is true. Because you’re perfect for just being who you are.”

  She shudders again, writhing underneath me, and I ride her harder. We’re fucking into each other, each movement bringing more and brighter pleasure to each of us. Carley is moaning with every thrust of my cock and lightning is growing at the base of my spine.

  I move my hands so our fingers are tangled together, my lips against her ear. “Come with me.”

  She does. Her cries are muffled into the pillow, but she comes, pussy locking down on me, shaking with her climax, and I let myself go.

  The lightning races down my spine, and I come harder than I have in my fucking life, face buried in Carley’s hair. I can smell her, apples and warm sugar. Perfection.

  This is the bes
t I’ve ever felt. In my life. I can’t think of a time when I’ve been happier or more content. I slide off her, pulling her with me so she’s still close. We’re both boneless and spent, breathing deeply.

  “I could do that for the rest of my life,” I say, already fading into sleep, wanting to chase this feeling forever.

  9

  Carley

  Casey is asleep behind me. I feel him fade, his body relaxing around me. Easing. I love the feeling of lying against him, that heat pouring into me like melted butter over my skin.

  This is so good. I’ve missed feeling like this. It’s been a long time since Tyler held me at night, usually kissing my forehead and rolling away. I crave this closeness and the way his arm is casually thrown over my hip, making sure that I don’t move away.

  But even though the orgasms and sex leave me wanting to fall asleep in his arms, I can’t get his sleepy words out of my head. “I could do that for the rest of my life.”

  I hate the panic that claws at my throat at the thought. Those old fears about being stuck here in Elgin with nowhere else to go. Trapped here.

  It makes me feel like I can’t breathe. I have to go.

  There’s nothing I want more than to stay next to this man who makes me feel like I am actually worth something. But I can’t stay. The only thing I’ll do is panic, and I don’t want that.

  And more than that, the clock tells me that it’s almost four AM. My father will be up soon. And I don’t want him to see me coming back from Casey’s and have to explain why I’m outside so early. Though my father probably wouldn’t care and wouldn’t pry, that’s not exactly a conversation that I want to have with him.

  Casey doesn’t even stir when I gently ease out from under his arm. He breathes slow and deep and even, utterly exhausted. That makes me smile. I wore him out.

  I find my clothes and put them on. The only thing missing are my boots, which are still downstairs where I kicked them off.