CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cassie
The only hint of light out of my dark window is the soft glow from Haden’s cabin. I assume it’s coming from his bedroom window since I know his cabin is virtually a mirror image of mine.
I pull my hair out of my clip and toss a tank and panties on as I climb into bed.
I stare up at the ceiling and remember what it felt like to have Haden’s strong arms around me.
I think of the machine he is for this ranch and Penny Lane.
The easy, gentle way he is with the horses, and the hungry look he gave me last night as he knelt in front of me at the edge of my bed.
I was drunk, but I can’t forget that look.
I remember the way he licked his lips when I gripped his hair the night we spent in the truck.
The way his eyes traveled over my body as we explored one another.
Heat travels through me as I touch my lips, remembering the brush of his against mine.
My fingers slide under my tank to pinch my pebbled nipple as my eyes flutter closed.
I let my mind wander as I roll it between my thumb and finger.
A small moan escapes my lips as I think of the way it felt to have his mouth there all those months ago, the way my naked skin felt pressed against his.
I can almost taste him—like sweet bourbon mixed with mint—and remember the way he smells like cedar and leather.
I picture his strong hands and the veins that ripple when he holds the reins during our morning rides.
I slide my hand downward under the lace of my panties.
In my mind it’s Haden’s hand. I’m in his bed and he’s hovering over me.
“Fucking Christ you have the prettiest pussy,” he would say, his eyes full of lust as he pushed two fingers into me.
I moan again, letting him consume me. My small case that houses my vibrator is just under my bed but I don’t even bother reaching for it.
I don’t need it. All I want is the vision of him in my mind while my first two fingers find my aching clit.
The sound of my arousal fills the quiet room as I imagine Haden’s face between my thighs.
I remember the way his strong arms wrapped around my legs and pulled my pussy to his face as he made a meal of me.
The tickle of his soft, wavy hair against my skin and the rough scrape of his beard and mustache.
I remember his groans when he tasted me, the warmth of his mouth against the flesh of my thighs as he sunk his teeth into them, then licked over the pain.
And the way he sucked my clit firmly into his mouth then flicked it perfectly with his tongue as he worked his magic. Pure magic.
My breath increases as the tight coil of heat begins to grow stronger in my core.
I moan and whisper his name as I go between filling my pussy with my fingers and making quick sweeps over my clit. I turn onto my side and face his window as I feel my orgasm closing in.
“Fuck, the sight of your soaking cunt taking all of me, so beautiful,” I hear him say in my mind as I whimper. I let my eyes flutter closed and feel his hands gripping my hips. “Ride me, Princess, drip down my cock.”
“Haden … fuck,” I call out as my orgasm crashes into me. I come so hard, static lines my vision and the only thing I see as my eyes screw shut is him.