28. Harle
HARLE
I pulled the truck to a stop in front of my cabin and cut the engine.
Turning to Cassidy, I caught her profile in the soft light of the dashboard lights. Her honey-colored skin glowed, and a few strands of blonde hair had escaped her ponytail, framing her face. My chest tightened at the sight.
“Thanks for coming tonight.”
Cassidy’s green eyes met mine, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’m glad I did. It was... eye-opening.” She paused before continuing. “You were great with everyone. Especially that little boy. The way you made him laugh...”
I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable at her praise. It wasn’t that well deserved. “Kids are easy. They just want someone to see them, you know?” Clearing my throat, I unbuckled my seatbelt. “We should head inside. It’s getting chilly out here.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
We walked up to the cabin, our shoulders almost touching. The porch light flickered on as we approached, casting a warm glow over the weathered wood. I fumbled with the lock for a moment, hyper-aware of Cassidy’s presence beside me. The scent of her filled my head. The whole night at the kitchen had been torturous, with the knowledge that she was naked under her skirt burned into my brain.
Finally, the door swung open. I stepped back, gesturing for her to go ahead. “After you.”
Cassidy smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes as she passed me. I let my gaze trail over her body as she walked in. The curve of her hips, the elegant line of her back, the way her hair swayed with each step. Knowing she was naked under that short skirt. That her tits were begging for my touch. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to remind myself to keep it together.
I followed her inside, closing the door behind us. Something inside me snapped and suddenly, I had to have her.
“Cassidy.”
She turned around, a question in her eyes. Maybe something in my face gave me away, because her eyes darkened and her breath hitched.
That was all the invitation I needed. Closing the distance between us, I dragged her into my arms, crushing my lips to hers. She barely had time to let out a startled gasp, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back with just as much heat.
I couldn’t even wait to get to the bedroom. Without breaking the kiss, I shuffled her backwards until she hit the back of the sofa. I pulled back enough to press hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck, while I shoved the cardigan from her shoulders.
My hands roamed over her body, savoring every curve and dip. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, soft and inviting. I tugged at the hem of her shirt, desperate to feel more of her.
“Get this off.”
Cassidy lifted her arms. I pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. My mouth watered at the sight.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, cupping her face in my hands.
Her green eyes met mine, dark with desire. “Harle,” she whispered, her voice husky.
I dipped my head, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. My hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against me. I was rock hard. Desperate for her. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching into mine.
I trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. With my hands at her hips, I turned her away from me and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up, exposing her ass to me.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” She obeyed instantly, shuffling her feet apart, giving me access to her throbbing clit. I swiped my fingers through her pussy, almost groaning at how wet she was. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I grinned. It seemed she couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“Bend over.”
She did, leaning over the back of the sofa with her hands on the cushions and her ass in the air. I took a half step back, just so that I could look at her for a moment. Drink in how fucking perfect she was. Then I dropped to my knees behind her.
I leaned in, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as I ran my tongue along her slit. The sound she made went straight to my cock.
“Fuck, you taste divine.”
I savored her taste, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice. Her wetness coated my lips as I focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue. Cassidy’s breathing grew heavier, her fingers gripping the sofa cushions tightly.
“Harle,” she gasped, pushing back against my face.
I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot while my tongue continued its assault on her clit.
Even through the haze of pleasure, she was holding back, trying her best not to make a sound. Just the ragged breathing and the occasional whimper. That was not enough for me. Not even fucking close.
Pushing to my feet, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her upright, tilting her face with my other hand so I could kiss her.
“See how good you taste?” I murmured against her lips.
Another whimper was all I got in reply. Slipping my hand back between her legs, I strummed her clit, squeezing her breast with my other hand, rubbing at her nipple. When she was almost on the edge again, I slowed down
“Will you do something for me?”
“Anything,” she gasped.
“I want you to scream for me. I want you to let me know exactly how good it feels when I pound your pussy. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” I growled, nipping at her earlobe.
I spun Cassidy around, lifting her onto the back of the sofa. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I fumbled with my belt, desperate to free myself. The moment my cock sprang free, I lined up with her entrance and thrust home.
We both cried out at the sensation. Cassidy was tight, wet, and perfect around me. I gave her a moment to adjust before I started moving, setting a punishing pace.
“That’s it, darlin’,” I panted. “Let me hear you.”
Cassidy’s inhibitions seemed to melt away. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the cabin. Her nails dug into my shoulders, spurring me on.
“Harle!” she cried out. “Oh god, yes!”
I gripped her hips tighter, angling my thrusts to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me, Cassidy.” My words were a command, my voice rough with desire. “Let go.”
Her back arched, and she screamed my name as her orgasm slammed into her. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the feel of her pulsing around me, pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her, groaning as I found my release.
We stayed like that for a few long moments, both panting heavily. I rested my forehead against hers. The scent of her surrounded me, sweet and intoxicating. When I finally lifted my head to look at her, my heart squeezed. Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen from our kisses, and those green eyes were soft and hazy. Beautiful. Dangerous.
I eased out of her carefully, steadying her as her feet touched the ground. Her legs trembled slightly and she swayed into me. The urge to wrap her in my arms, to hold her close and breathe her in, was almost overwhelming. But she’d made it clear she didn’t want that, so I kept my hands light on her waist, giving her just enough support to find her balance.
“You okay?” My voice came out rougher than intended.
She nodded, a shy smile playing on those well-kissed lips. “Um, yeah. I’m great, actually.”
I couldn’t resist tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, letting my fingers trail along her cheek. Every touch felt like playing with fire, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” I gestured for her to go ahead of me, needing a moment to collect myself.
“You’re only doing that so you can check out my ass.” The playful note in her voice made me grin.
“Damn straight.”
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature while stealing glances at her. Even after everything we’d just done, uncertainty flickered across her face as she stepped under the spray. Something in my chest ached at that look. Fuck the guy who put that doubt in her.
I joined her under the warm water, cupping her face in my hands. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, I murmured against her skin, “You’re beautiful.”
She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed, and that ache in my chest spread. To distract myself from dangerous thoughts, I reached for her body wash. The familiar scent filled the air as I lathered it between my palms, then ran my hands over her skin. She sighed contentedly, relaxing under my touch.
As I washed her, I tried to ignore how right this felt. Having her here, in my home, in my shower. The way she fit against me. The soft sounds she made as my hands moved over her body.
How the fuck was I going to get through the rest of her time here without losing my mind?