CHAPTER 60 Cassie Fields
Chicken Tenders and Sweet Potato Fries
It’s really all falling into place. I stare at the water spraying into the air at the fountains outside the Bellagio as I slide my hand into his, and it feels like a full-circle moment.
We weren’t meandering down the Strip that time like we are this time, but we ended up at the same hotel.
Last time, we took in the conservatory. This time, we’re taking in the fountains.
Even though we both want to get up to the room for what comes next, these little moments together where we’re just enjoying the scenery feel just as important as we create the kinds of memories that will only strengthen our bond.
He leans over and presses a soft kiss to my cheek, his familiar soft, woodsy scent overpowering my senses. I lean into him, not really sure how I got quite so lucky, but sure I want to cling onto this moment with him.
He tightens his arm around my shoulders, and I feel this sense that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be .
I didn’t know whether he’d forgive me for the things I said when I came out here, but the second I got the call from Miller, there was no other option but to show up.
And that’s what we’ll continue to do for each other moving forward. Show up.
Once the fountain show is over, we head into the hotel. We bypass the conservatory this time and head for the elevators. He pauses before he hits the button to head up to his room. “Do you need chicken tenders and sweet potato fries first?”
I chuckle as I slowly shake my head. “I just need you, Tanner.”
His eyes heat as they fall onto me, and he doesn’t stop looking at me even when he moves to press the button to take us up to his suite.
Our elevator is filled with other people, so we keep our composure. We head down the hall toward our room, and the very second the door clicks shut behind us, he’s on me. His lips are on my mouth, and his body is backing me up until I feel the wall behind me, and I’m consumed by him.
He drags his lips from mine down my neck and into my cleavage, and he breathes in as I hold his head near my heart for a beat.
“God, I missed you,” he says, his hands moving along my torso.
I duck my head to meet his eyes, and he straightens. “I missed you, too,” I say.
His eyes study mine for a few seconds before his mouth crashes back down to mine, and then all bets are off.
He’s a hungry animal, and I’m the desperate prey ready to let him take whatever he wants from me.
He doesn’t move us from the wall. Instead, he bucks his hips wildly against me, and I moan at the feel of his erection as it slams against me. The need to feel him inside me again pulses heavy as an ache throbs down low, but I barely have time to focus on it because his tongue is thrashing against mine as his hands move to clutch my breasts over the dress I’m wearing.
He reaches under the dress and slides my panties to the side before pushing a finger into me, and I ride his hand as I take in all the other sensations—his mouth on mine, one hand still massaging my breast, the other hand under my dress as he fingers me. It’s a lot of different things plowing into me at once, and he uses some combination of his hand and his mouth to move my breast over my dress. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to tweak it into a tight bud, and I cry out as heat starts to ripple through my core.
“Oh, God, yes, Tanner,” I moan, and my voice seems to spur him into action.
He pulls his hands from my body as he grapples with his belt, and then he reaches in and pulls out his cock. It’s hard and heavy in his hand. “Get naked,” he demands as his hand slides along his cock a few times.
He yanks at his shirt, and buttons go flying everywhere, but he’s not to be bothered as he continues to stroke his cock. He slips out of his shirt as I scramble out of my dress and underwear set.
I’m about to get down on my knees and suck him into my mouth when he reaches for my hand.
“I want to fuck you up against the wall, but I’m assuming it’s not recommended since I’m just under eight weeks post-surgery,” he says.
I try not to put on my medical hat even though I just accepted his job offer. “Best to keep weight off your knee,” I say lightly, and he nods as he moves toward the bed.
He sits. “Climb on,” he says, and I chuckle as he raises a challenging brow .
I do as I’m told, loving the way he commands me again in this moment, and I wrap my legs around his torso as he reaches under me to align his cock with my body. I’m slightly above him, completely naked, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he buries his face between my tits.
He grunts as he starts to move, sucking one of my tits into his mouth as I ride him. It’s intense as he moves to ignite every zone of my body.
He lets go of the hold he has on my nipple as he drags his lips to my neck, and he sucks on the skin there for a few hot beats as he continues pumping into me. “Fuck, Cass, this pussy was made for my cock. You’re so hot and wet for me, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “I feel you getting tighter and tighter. Come for me, Cass. Come all over me so I can fuck you until you come all over me again.”
“Oh God, Tanner, yes!” I cry as my body bends to his provocative request. The climax tears through me, and even though it hasn’t even been two weeks since the last time we were together, it feels like it’s been forever as we reconnect.
My orgasm is vicious as my pussy clenches onto him. The rest of my body does the same as my legs tighten around him and my nails dig into the skin on his back. He thrusts into me relentlessly, riding out wave after wave of intense, brutal pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s so tight. I love it when you come,” he murmurs, his lips returning to my neck as the waves start to slip into the warmth as it spreads through my body. I continue holding onto him since he’s still delivering thrust after glorious thrust.
He reaches between us to thumb my clit just as my body starts to come down from the high, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do to make my body do what it was created to do .
I cry out at the feel of another impending orgasm, and he grunts as he closes in on his, too. “Fuck,” he groans, drawing out the word. “Oh yes, I’m going to come so hard, baby. Take it all,” he says, and he stops thumbing my clit to slip a finger into my pussy along with his cock. It’s a stretch that hurts with a side of pleasure as he fingers me and fucks me at the same time, and when he pulls his finger out to finger my clit again, the relief of having his cock moving in me again without the finger is an intense sort of pleasure that propels me straight into my second orgasm.
I grip onto him tightly, my body hot for him everywhere as this climax is even more ferocious than the first. I can’t make sense of anything as a string of words grunt out of my body, I hear his words as he tells me that he’s coming, coming so hard, that only I can make him come like this.
I’m sure his words are gorgeous and beautiful, but my head rings as my body seems to grab onto the focal point of pleasure between our bodies, and I collapse into him as the climax wanes into a soft afterglow.
He holds me in his arms as he lays back onto the bed, cradling me even though he’s still inside me, and once he shifts so he falls out of me, I feel his come as the wet heat rushes out of me.
It’s intimate and sexy, and he leans over and presses his lips to mine. He pulls back to look me in the eyes, and as our eyes connect, I see the sort of future I never thought would be within my grasp—sexy nights like this, a true friendship, a partnership. Things I thought I had but never really did—not like this, anyway.
It’s another pure, intimate moment where my soul seems to connect a little more with his. I’m not sure I ever really believed in soul mates…but then I met mine.