Chapter Thirteen #2
Caysen’s lips curved into a knowing smirk, crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I was giving you time to cool down. I didn’t want to chance losing my balls if I came by.”
Sydney’s laughter filled the room, bright and genuine. “I wouldn’t have gone that far. I’m actually glad you didn’t. I loved seeing the look on your face when I said I didn’t want them to go to jail.”
“You shocked the hell out of me, but I’m glad you changed your mind.” He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “So, what are you going to do about Rachel?”
Sydney sighed. “I have an idea, but I need to get her to come here again. I have her number, and she has mine. I told her to call me when she wants to see the horse again. But, for some reason, I don’t think she’ll come back. It was so hard for her to leave. She was in tears.”
“I’m sure. I felt bad for her when I found out about her stepmother.
According to her father, Rachel was just devastated.
” Compassion softened his rugged features.
“She did everything for that horse and that... woman took it away from her. As far as I’m concerned, she deserved the horse biting her if she was hitting it. ”
“She told me about Ryder letting her make payments and I know she has no clue how expensive that horse would have been through other breeders.” Sydney’s voice grew quiet, her eyes distant with thought.
“No, I don’t think she does either.” He reached across the sofa, his thumb brushing her cheek with unexpected tenderness. “I’ve missed you.”
The touch sent warmth cascading through her body. “I missed you too. ”
He leaned forward, the sofa creaking beneath his weight, and pressed his lips to hers.
His strong arms encircled her waist as he pulled her across his lap.
The kiss deepened, his mouth tasting faintly of coffee and mint as he explored hers with deliberate slowness.
Heat pooled low in her belly, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She pulled back reluctantly, her breathing uneven.
“I want you, Caysen.” Her voice was husky with desire.
His pupils dilated, nearly eclipsing the amber. “I want you too, sweetheart.”
Sydney rose gracefully from his lap, and extended her hand in silent invitation. His warm fingers entwined with hers, and she led him down the hallway toward her bedroom.
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Once inside the room Case moved his hands all over her.
They undressed each other, then he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
After removing a condom from his wallet, he pawed at Sydney’s skin like a starving man at a buffet.
Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, begging for his mouth.
When he put his mouth over one of them and lightly sucked, she groaned as she thrust her fingers into his hair, pulling him tighter against her.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, making him roll onto his back.
She took the condom from his fingers, straddled his legs, then leaned down and took his hard cock into her mouth, sucking hard.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Sydney, you have to stop. I am way too close too soon, and I want to be inside you.”
She sat up, rolled the condom down over his hard cock, then lifted herself up, slid down over him, taking him inside as far as he could go. It was always like this with her. Fucking great.
Sydney’s thighs were trembling, her muscles coiled tight as she moved on his cock. She leaned back, her hands on his chest for balance, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Her hair stuck to her face, soaked with sweat, and her lips parted as she felt him hit that deep, aching spot inside her.
“Caysen,” she gasped, her voice ragged and raw. “You feel so damn good.”
Case’s hands shot to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her rhythm. He could feel her clenching around him. She was so fucking wet and that made him grit his teeth as he tried to keep from coming.
“Ride me harder, Sydney,” he growled, his voice dark and dripping with lust.
She obeyed, slamming herself down on his cock. Her moans were primal, a symphony of pleasure and pain as she rode him into oblivion. She rubbed against him with every thrust, and he could feel her tightening around him, and knew she was close.
Case was too. His balls were tight, his cock swelling as he teetered on the edge. He cupped her breasts in his hands, then he sat up and took her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He slid his lips across her cheek to her ear and whispered.
“Let it go, baby. Let me feel you come.”
Sydney’s breath came in short, desperate gasps.
“Caysen!” she screamed as the orgasm hit her hard, clamping down on him like a vice.
Case lost it as he flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and shoved his cock back inside her without a second thought.
Sydney moaned, her voice dripping with need. “Please, Caysen,” she begged. “Take me hard.”
He did. When he moved his hand around to her clitoris, just one touch sent her spiraling again and she cried out his name. Case didn’t let up and continued to fuck her until his own orgasm hit him. So hard, he swore he blacked out.
Her legs gave out and she fell onto her stomach. Case moved to lay beside her as they both tried to catch their breath.
Sydney’s fingers grazed his chest, and he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. “You can’t stay tonight, can you?” she murmured.
“No, but you could come home with me.”
A grin spread across her face. “I’d love that. I’m going to take a shower, then we can leave.”
“Alright. I’ll be right here,” he promised, his voice steady and sure. He watched as she gathered her clothes, retreated to the bathroom, and clicked the door shut behind her.
Case stretched out for a few more moments, his body sated and lazy, before he stood and dressed. He sauntered to the hallway bathroom, disposing of the condom and washing his hands under a stream of warm water. He headed for the living room, his footsteps echoing through the quiet house.
Later, under the cover of a starlit sky, they climbed into his truck, the engine roaring to life like a beast awakening.
He drove them to his place, the headlights cutting through the inky night.
He parked at the back door, the gravel crunching under the tires, and walked around to her side, but she had already slipped out, her feet crunching on the stones.
He reached into the back, grabbed her small overnight case, and nodded for her to lead the way.
They ascended the steps, and pushed open the door to the kitchen. Laughter bubbled from Sydney as his dogs came barreling in, their tails practically going in circles. Case watched, as she knelt to greet them, her hands gently ruffling their fur.
“Why didn’t you have to go back to work?” she asked, glancing at the clock, its steady ticking filling the silence.
“We usually don’t if the meeting is late in the day,” he replied, leaning against the counter. “If a trial or meeting with the judge is first thing in the morning, we usually go back to work afterwards, but late in the day, we can head home.”
“What are we eating? I’m hungry,” she declared, her stomach rumbling in agreement.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see what I have,” he said, opening the fridge, the cool light spilling out.
“We could get a pizza delivered,” she suggested, her eyes hopeful.
“That sounds good.” He grabbed her bag and gestured toward the bedroom. “I’ll take your bag to the bedroom and change clothes. I want to relax for the rest of the evening.”
“I think I’ll put my lounge pants on, then.”
Case nodded, his hand wrapped around the strap of her overnight bag then set it on the bed when they reached the bedroom.
As he unzipped his jeans, his gaze drifted to her standing there, her curves illuminated by the soft bedroom light as she lifted her shirt off.
Just like that, he was ready for her again.
He walked toward her, his rough hands roamed over her body, sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He unsnapped and unzipped them gently, pushing them down, leaving her in just her lacy black panties and matching bra, which made his dick feel even harder.
His cock throbbed in anticipation as his eyes roamed over her body.
He kicked off his boots, his muscles flexing with every step as he moved toward the bed, his shirt discarded on the floor.
He stood next to her, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his fingers tracing her jawline before dipping down to unhook her bra and pull it off.
Her breasts fell free, and he groaned in appreciation, the sound primal and raw.
Case leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as he inhaled deeply, their breaths mingling like a secret.
“Damn,” he muttered against her skin. “You are so sexy.”
Sydney gasped as Case grabbed the edge of her panties, the lace rough against his hands, and pulled them from her body in one swift move.
He could feel her shudder with excitement, her body bare and open to him.
He picked her up, her body light and yielding, and placed her on the bed.
He quickly rolled on a condom, then positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet slit, teasing her before he pushed inside in one hard thrust.
She cried out, the sound sharp and sudden, making him stop and look into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
“No. No, please,” she said, her voice breathless. “I need you so much.”
Case took his time with her, his body moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Every time she’d pull at him with her legs, he’d grin.
“Damn, you are one impatient woman,” he teased, his voice a low growl.
“Just remember, payback’s a bitch,” she shot back, her eyes gleaming with challenge.
“Oh, hell. Then tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and urgent.
“You. I want you to take me hard. Make me scream, Caysen.”
“My pleasure.”