Chapter 27 On the Edge
ON THE EDGE
CASSIDY
Hours later, we’re in the back of the car on our way home. Ren is seated next to me, staring at the passing lights out the window, his hand on my leg, thumb stroking lazily.
Being grateful is easy. Letting others know you’re grateful, not so much. Admitting to someone that you care about them is deeply terrifying.
Clearing my throat, I open my mouth to voice the sentiment, but nothing comes out. So I clear my throat again, fidgeting anxiously when once again I find I’m incapable of speaking.
Ren turns to look at me, his expression amused as he asks, “Are you alright?”
I nod with far more vigor than is necessary still feeling ridiculously tongue-tied, and dreadfully foolish for it.
His lips curve up slightly. “Did you need something, Cassidy?”
“I’d like some gummy worms,” I answer in a rush, barely managing to keep myself from slapping my palm over my face at my dumb ass response. “The sour kind.”
He raises his brows. Sighs deeply. But then he taps the driver on the shoulder and says, “You heard the woman. We need to stop for gummy worms. The sour kind.”
Warmth rushes over me, likely fueled by pregnancy hormones, but for once I don’t try to hide my affection for him. Or for sour gummy worms.
A few minutes later, the driver pulls up in front of a convenience store parks the car at the curb. Ren pats me on my leg then opens the door and exits as I slide into his spot, my hand stopping the door from closing completely.
I don’t know what it about this man’s retreating back that turns me into a crazy person, but the next thing I know I’m half hanging out the car door, shouting, “Ren.”
He stops in his tracks, slowly pivots, his expression complete exasperation as he asks, “Yes?”
I laugh, loudly, and then the words tumble out of my lips as if they’d been right there all along. “I love you.”
He does a double take, eyes wide, complete shock on his face. Then he sighs visibly, looks up to the sky and mutters to himself before looking back at me and shaking his head.
He walks back to the car far more slowly than is necessary and I’m shocked that it doesn’t throw me into a tailspin of fear and worry. He stops directly in front of me, so I have to sit back a bit and crane my head to look up at his face.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” His warm tone matches the warmth in his eyes, and again I laugh, not giving one single fuck that he most likely thinks I’ve gone and lost my damn mind.
He squats down between the car and the open door, his palms cupping my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine.
I blink at my own reflection in his eyes; joy no longer haunted by darkness.
He pulls me close; my eyes fluttering closed as his lips ghost along one cheek and then move to do the same on the other side.
“I,” he murmurs against one eyelid, “love,” he whispers against my other eyelid, “you,” he finishes the sentence against my lips. Then he kisses me fully, his lips pressing against mine, his tongue flicking out, seeking permission which I give without hesitation.
He kisses me thoroughly then pulls back slowly, his gaze locking with mine as he teases, “But you’re definitely a pain in my ass.” With a final peck on my lips he stands, turns back toward the store like he thinks he can just leave now.
I make a grab for his hand, stopping him. “Where are you going?”
He gives me a look then nods his head toward the store behind him. “I thought you wanted gummy worms? The sour kind.”
Shaking my head, I yank on his hand and after a moment’s hesitation, he climbs back in the car with me. His door no sooner closes than I slide close, hooking a leg over his, my hands stroking his neck.
He grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away as he mutters, “This isn’t a limo, Cass. Keep it PG.”
I shake my head, attempting to climb him again. “I don’t care. I need it.”
Suddenly the music turns on, louder than one would normally have it. Glancing at the front, the drive flips the rearview mirror upward, then his side mirrors tip out slightly.
I turn back to Ren, feeling triumphant. “See. No problem.”
He gives me a disapproving look, so I palm the front of his pants, my triumph increasing as I rub his hard cock, giving it a good squeeze that has him squirming. He leans forward, twisting around until he manages to remove his long coat, twirling it around and draping it over my front.
“I hope you followed the rules tonight,” he drawls, his eyes suddenly alight with mischief. He turns so he’s partially blocking me from view of the front seat, his hand disappearing beneath his coat and pushing between my legs.
Lifting one leg, I hook it over his lap, sliding my other foot over, so I’m spread open for him. He doesn’t bother with teasing; his fingers probing my throbbing cunt with great intent, his deep chuckle sending a pang of arousal between my legs.
Twisting his torso, he manages to support my shoulders on one arm, so he’s cradling my upper body while he finger fucks me. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling my fingers deep inside you.”
I gasp then moan, trying desperately to keep my reactions as muted a possible, but the ever-increasing pace of his fingers stroking inside me is making it difficult.
Choking on a curse, I cover my mouth with my hand, only to have Ren kissing the backs of my fingers as he attempts to get to my lips. “You worried the driver is going to hear you? I bet you like that though, another man hearing you as I make you come.”
My body jerks, my thighs burning from the awkward position. His hand twists, his two fingers pressing firmly upward, and I sob, shaking my head as I choke out, “No. Please.”
He pauses, eyes moving to mine. “No what?”
I try to answer, but his fingers are moving inside me again, pushing me closer to the edge. Frantic, I grab onto his wrist, attempt to pull him away as I whimper, “Please. Don’t make me squirt here.”
“I’ll do whatever I fucking want,” he grits out, the inward drive of his fingers taking on a new urgency. I moan loudly, unable to quiet myself as the pressure builds and builds until I feel I’m going to burst.
But then, he stops.
“What the fuck,” I gasp, a sob of frustration echoing through the car. “Goddamn it, Ren.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, though from the gleam in his eye I can tell he’s not sorry at all. “We’re almost home.”
Resting my head back I squeeze my eyes shut and then close my legs, making sure my skirt is beneath me as I slowly sit up. Ren assists me, then removes his coat, resting it on his lap.
The driver pulls into the driveway then circles out back where this particular car is parked.
I used to use a car service, but Ren insisted on having our own car and then hiring a trusted driver, something about secret recordings and whatnot.
Personally, I think he’s been spending too much time swapping conspiracy theories with Declan, but who am I to tell him how to spend his money.
Ren helps me from the car, leads me to the door, opening it for me and then motioning for me to go inside. “I’ll be right there.”
He moves to close the door, but I stop just in the way, so I’m out of sight but blocking it from shutting completely. He pauses, releases his hold on the door handle. “What are you doing?”
Reaching down, I grasp the edges of my dress in both hands, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. Then I stand there, completely bare ass, smirking as I taunt, “Hurry back.”
Then I shut the door in his face.