Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
I get up and go to the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and run it under warm water. When I get back to her, she has a satisfied smile on her face, and I push her legs apart. Her hands go to cover herself, and I laugh. “Cass, I’ve had my face and my cock buried in your pussy. I think we’re past the point of being shy don’t you think?”
She lifts her hands, and I clean her gently. When I’m done, I lean down and kiss her. “Get up and take care of business, then we’re going to shower.”
Her eyes go wide. “Together?”
I lean in, unable to keep my mouth and hands off her. I kiss her and tell her, “I have you here until tomorrow. We’re going to be doing everything together.”
She nods, and I help her out of the bed and watch her walk into the bathroom. My cock already reacts to seeing her. I’ve never had this kind of a reaction to a woman before. Cassie is special, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she knows it.
Tonight means more to me than she probably realizes. All I know is I’ve said it a few times, and now I mean it more than ever. She’s mine. And I’m not letting her go.
CHAPTER 15
CASSIE
Yesterday I went home sore and satisfied. I ended up spending the whole day with Baker, and I felt a little guilty lying to Mom and Ryan when I got home. I think Ryan knew something was up, but he’s too much of a gentleman to say anything. My mom doesn’t have a clue what I do; she never did.
I got to school early this morning, and I’m waiting for the kids to get here while I go back though my text messages from last night and this morning. They’re all from Baker, and I get butterflies in my stomach as I read them each again.
I read through our texts from last night first.
“When can I see you again?”
“We still haven’t talked about the carnival.”
He replied, “Tell me what kind of booth you want and I’ll have it ready. I want to spend our time together a different way if you know what I mean.”
I remember typing the next text without any hesitation. “I agree. I can think of better things we could be doing.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
That was probably the tenth time he asked me that yesterday, and I answered him with a smile. “I’m perfect.”
The bubbles had popped up immediately, letting me know he was writing something. “You are perfect.”
But it doesn’t stop there.
“All the way from that fiery red hair, to those sassy lips that I can’t stop from kissing, that big soft heart, down to your curvy body that dreams are made of. Every bit of you is perfect, Cass.”
I got a little choked up. The negative thoughts start to arise but I remind myself that Baker is not like any man I’ve ever known. He’s not playing me. I typed out a text and sent it to him. “Tomorrow after school. I can see you then… and it won’t be soon enough.”
As I reread the texts, I’m hoping that today doesn’t drag by.
Which of course it does. It’s the slowest Monday I’ve ever had, but I’ve forced myself to keep my phone in my purse in my drawer so I’m not tempted to check it every five minutes to see if there’s a new message from Baker.
Nothing exciting happened today, but at least all the kids were on their best behavior.
It’s the end of the day, and I’m walking back from the office from making copies when Charlotte comes up beside me. “Did you hear about Colby Turner?”
I slam to a stop. “What happened?”
She grips my arm. “He left at lunch time, and no one has seen him since.”
I think back to this morning when he was in my class. He was quiet, but he’s always quiet. I try to remember anything about this morning that would have stood out, but I can’t recall anything.
I talk to Charlotte for a few minutes and then I excuse myself to my room. I want to call Baker, that’s the first thing I want to do, but I don’t. All these feelings start to resurface, and I’m half afraid to call him. What if he’s like every other person in my life, excluding my sister and Haven, and doesn’t come when I need him? The fear of that happening is what stops me from calling him.
Plus, I’m sure Principal Daniels has notified the authorities, and he’s already out looking for him. But I know I can’t do anything.
I grab my purse and my tote bag of papers that need to be graded and walk to the front office. The secretary is still at her desk. “Have you heard anything about Colby?”