26. Harle
HARLE
“ I f you’d like juice with breakfast, there’s some in the door of the fridge.”
“Okay.”
Placing her mug on the counter, Cassidy moved to the fridge, opening the door to grab the juice carton. I leaned back against the counter, spatula in hand, and watched her. The negligee hugged her just right, the silky green fabric skimming the tops of her thighs, giving me the perfect view as she bent slightly to reach the carton on the bottom shelf.
Straightening up, the juice in her hand, she closed the fridge door with her hip. As she carried the juice to the table, I took in the way she moved, the her hair fell over her shoulders. All of her. She looked so damn good in my space that it made my heart stutter in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
When she turned around, catching my eye, she gave me a shy smile, blushing all the while. I smiled back. It was impossible not to appreciate how fucking hot she looked.
“You look good, darlin’.” I didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but damn, she needed to know. “Real good.”
Her blush deepened, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she said, “Thanks.” Her eyes flicked over me before meeting mine again. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
I chuckled, turning back to the stove to give the bacon another flip. My heart did a little jump at her words, at the way she was starting to relax around me, starting to let herself just be here, with me.
I plated up the bacon and eggs, adding a couple of pieces of toast before turning back to Cassidy. “Breakfast is ready,” I said, nodding towards the table.
She moved to sit down, and I followed, letting my eyes trail over her before setting the plates down in front of us. We settled in, and after a moment of quiet, I glanced up at her. “So, any plans for the day?”
She shrugged, her fingers tapping lightly against the rim of her juice glass. “Not sure yet. What about you? What will you be doing?”
“Got some yard work to take care of. And then, later on tonight, I’m heading out for a bit. You’re welcome to come along if you want. Or just hang here and watch a movie or something, until I get back.”
She looked at me curiously. “Where are you going?”
“Volunteering at a soup kitchen in Creswell.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head. “Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah, really. I try to go once a week. Could use an extra set of hands if you’re up for it.”
Cassidy smiled, her eyes softening. “I’m definitely up for that.”
“Great. Now eat your eggs.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmph. Don’t do that.”
She looked at me innocently. “Do what?”
Fuck. She wasn’t messing with me. Every muscle in my body tensed at that single word, heat rushing through me like wildfire. The innocent look on her face only made it worse. “You call me sir like that again, I’ll bend you over this table so fast your head will spin. Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”
“Oh, um. Okay. Sorry.”
“Eat your eggs, Cassidy.”
The sun was high in the sky by the time I had made some progress on the yard. I’d been trimming back the overgrowth along the fence line and working up a good sweat in the process. I paused for a moment, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, when I caught movement from the corner of my eye.
Cassidy stepped out onto the deck, a plate in each hand. Fuck me if she didn’t look hotter than ever, standing there in just the negligee.I could see her smile, the sunlight catching her hair and making it almost glow. My heart did that annoying little skip again.
She held up one of the plates. “Hey. Brought you a sandwich. Figured you could use a break.”
I dropped the hedge clippers and started towards her, my gaze fixed on the plate in her hands. It was either that or tear that negligee from her and take her on the spot. I climbed the few steps up to the deck. “You’re a lifesaver, darlin’.”
Cassidy handed me the plate, her smile soft. “Looked like hard work.”
I took the sandwich and sat back on the recliner. “You’re not wrong about that.” I took a bite, the taste of ham and cheese hitting the spot as I chewed. “I was hungry enough to eat a horse.”
“I hope it’s okay.” She sat down on the edge of the deck, watching me, her eyes lingering on the sweat glistening on my arms.
I took another bite. “It’s perfect.”
Cassidy’s smile widened a bit, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Glad to hear it.”
I let her eat her sandwich for a while, making sure she was well and truly relaxed, before I said, “Now, tell me something.”
“Mmm?”
“How is it that until this morning, you’ve never come during sex?”
I knew the blush was coming. Even braced myself for it. But still, it made my dick twitch and my heart squeeze all at the same time.
She wouldn’t look at me as she went back to eating her sandwich, just shrugged.
“Cassidy?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not used to... enjoying it like that. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing’s wrong with you.”
Another shrug.
“Do you come when you’re by yourself?”
More blushing. Fucking adorable.
“Cassidy?” I prompted again when she didn’t answer.
Clearly, she was having trouble getting her words out, but she nodded.
“Okay. Good. How about you come over here.”
That got me a look. I returned it, my gaze steady on hers, letting her know that it wasn’t really a request. She placed the plate carefully on the deck and pushed to her feet, closing the distance between us.
Cassidy stood before me, her eyes darting between mine and the ground. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgeted with the hem of her negligee. My heart ached for her, but I knew what she needed.
Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I dragged her into my lap. Before she could overthink it, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her tight against me, crushing my lips to hers in a searing kiss. She gasped, opening her lips for me. I took full advantage, swirling my tongue into her mouth. I kissed her until she was melting against me, her fingers in my hair and her breath ragged.
“Now…” I shifted her so she was facing away from me, her back to my chest. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”
“What? Here?”
“Yes, darlin’. right here. Show me what feels good for you.”
She was rigid with tension. “I... I can’t.”
“You can.” I kept my voice steady, though seeing her this vulnerable made my chest ache. “I’m right here.”
“Harle...” Her voice trembled, and she tried to pull away. I could practically feel the war going on inside her, the desire to flee warring with something else.
I brushed my lips against her ear. “Do you trust me, darlin’?”
She nodded, but her body was still stiff against mine.
“Then let me see you. Let me learn what makes you feel good.”
She shook her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her negligee. Christ, she was adorable when she was nervous. But I needed her to understand there was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Look at me, Cassidy.”
When she finally met my eyes, the mix of desire and fear I saw there made me want to gather her close and never let go. But that wasn’t what she needed right now. I could feel her pulse racing, her breath coming in short, nervous bursts.
I slid one hand up to cup her breast through the negligee, my thumb brushing over her nipple. Her sharp intake of breath made my dick twitch. With my other hand, I tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, searching kiss. She melted against me with a whimper that nearly broke my control.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”
She dragged in a shaky breath, then slowly, hesitantly, her hand drifted down her body. I watched, transfixed, as her fingers slipped beneath the hem of the negligee. Her breath hitched as she touched herself, and I felt a shudder run through her body.
“That’s it. Show me what feels good.”
Cassidy’s movements were tentative at first, but as she relaxed into it, they became more confident. I could feel the subtle shifts of her body, the way her hips rocked ever so slightly against her hand. I knew she was well on her way when her legs fell open, giving her better access. I was so turned on it was painful, but I ignored it. This was about her.
“Fuck, darlin’, you are such a turn on.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Keep going.”
Her breath came faster now, little gasps and moans escaping her lips. I held her tighter, one hand splayed across her stomach, the other gently cupping her breast through the thin fabric of the negligee.
“H-Harle,” she whimpered, her head falling back against my shoulder as she pushed a finger inside herself, rubbing her palm against her clit at the same time.
“I’m right here, darlin’. Let go. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
Her movements became more frantic and I could feel the tremors running through her, the way her breath caught in her throat.
“That’s it, darlin’,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re so close. Let me see you fall apart.”
She moaned, her hips rocking more insistently against her hand. I tightened my grip on her, offering silent support and encouragement. The sight of her like this, lost in pleasure, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Suddenly, Cassidy’s body went rigid, her back arching as the orgasm hit her. I held her through it, whispering words of praise and adoration as she shuddered and gasped in my arms.
As the aftershocks subsided, Cassidy slumped against me, her chest heaving. Before she could move her hand away, I caught her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth. The taste of her on my tongue nearly made me lose what was left of my control. Christ, she was sweet.
She gasped, watching me with those big green eyes as I sucked each finger clean. When I was done, I pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I could reach.
“You’re amazing. Absolutely fucking amazing.”
With eyes still hazy from pleasure, she whispered, “Thank you,”
“Darlin’, you don’t need to thank me. That was all you.”
Cassidy shifted in my lap, turning to face me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
“How do you feel?” I ran my fingers through her tousled hair, loving how silky it felt.
She bit her lip, considering. “Good. Really good, actually.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
She shifted again, and I had to stifle a groan. My dick was rock hard.
“What about you?” Her hand trailed down my chest, definitely heading south.
I caught her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips. “This was about you, darlin’. Don’t worry about me.”
She frowned, a stubborn set to her jaw that I hadn’t seen before. “But that’s not fair.”
“Believe me, I’m perfectly happy. And I’ve got more work to do. But you can kiss me before I get back to it.”
Cassidy leaned in and kissed me. It was soft at first, almost tentative, but quickly grew heated. I pushed her off my lap, steadying her as I got to my feet.
“Heeeey!”
“I know what you’re doing,” I chuckled. “Save it for later on tonight.”