Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
She looks tormented, broken, and something inside me cracks open. I can’t stand to see her this way. I don’t want to push her over the edge because she looks moments from truly unraveling.
I take a step forward and grab her hand in mine. “Feel like what, Cass?”
Her head lowers, and she whispers, “I’m not a good person.”
I place my finger under her chin and lift her head so that she’s looking into my eyes.
“That’s the biggest pile of bullshit I have ever heard.”
Her lips might be set into a thin line, but I don’t miss the way her chin trembles. “And true nonetheless.”
“Stop this. You’re the best person I have ever met.”
She laughs, but it lacks all humor. “Yet you barely know me.”
I drop my hand and take a step back, eyes never leaving her. “And whose fault is that?”
“Yours…you left.” Her voice holds no emotion. It’s like she’s forcing the words out. They’re weak and meaningless.
Why is she doing this?
“I said I’m sorry about that. But now we’re together, and you can talk to me, Cass. Tell me what’s going on in your head.”
“Maybe the time for the truth is too late.”
I grab my hair with both hands and pull, growing more agitated by the minute.
“Just talk to me,” I practically beg. I’m not sure where this is coming from. She obviously doesn’t know I went to Michigan, or she would have said something. So what the hell is going on?
I’m about to come clean, tell her I went snooping in her shit. Screw the consequences.
But I never get to because she throws herself at me. Kissing me fiercely.
Something is different about this kiss. It feels desperate.
It feels final.
But as her tongue swipes inside my mouth, all questions and rational thoughts are gone. My brain has left the building, and the only thing I can think about is being inside her.
With my free hand, I pull my zipper down and free my cock. I barely have time to kick off my pants before she’s practically crawling up my body, trying to get closer. Once I’m free of my pants, I grab her leggings, and pull them off her body, taking her thong with it, until she’s bare to me. I push her back onto the bed, her legs hanging off the side as I pull her thighs apart and step between them.
“Move back,” I command, and she obeys.
I crawl up to join her. She lifts her bottom, opening herself further.
I grab my dick and stroke myself from root to tip, lining myself up with her pussy. I grab her legs, and with one thrust, I sink inside.
God-fucking-damn.
Heaven.
She always feels like heaven wrapped around me. Her tight walls grip me so tight I can only groan out a sound as I fuck her with abandon.
I watch as I slam into her, loving the sight of us joining together.
Loving the view of my dick sliding inside her, disappearing in her heat.
But my favorite sight is when I pull myself out to the crown and her juices cling to my skin, dripping with her desire. There’s something so erotic…so intoxicating about that.
I pull out. “Turn around,” I demand. “On your knees.”
She moves quickly, getting into position.
I slam back in, hand on her ass as I move. She meets me thrust for thrust, my balls slapping against her skin. She moans my name, which only makes me more feral. I’m fucking her like my life depends on it. Chasing our orgasms.
My balls tighten with my impending release.
Reaching down, I place my thumb on her clit and rub her ferociously until her body quivers and quakes.
“I’m coming,” she moans, and at her words, electricity shoots down my spine as my own orgasm erupts.
My lids open, and for a moment, I’m confused.
I don’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing I remember is collapsing on top of Cassidy.
Lifting my hand up, I rub my eyes, and once I do, the world around me falls back into place.
Today, the team and I fly to New York. Game five is tomorrow.
Looking over at the clock, I notice that, yet again, I’ve not only overslept, but didn’t even set my alarm.
All things that never happened before Cassidy walked back into my life.
My lips part into a smile.
Having her around might not have fixed everything, but at least when she’s here, she calms me enough to make me believe with the right help, I can get things under control. I can learn how not to let my compulsions run the show anymore.
Speaking of Cass, I turn to where she typically sleeps beside me and notice the space is empty.
“Cass?” I holler loudly so she can hear me if she’s in the kitchen.
Silence.
Not a peep.
Throwing off the covers, I stand from the bed. Quickly, I head to the closet, and throw on a clean pair of gray sweats and head to look for her.