22. Eric
Chapter 22
Eric
A fter getting caught in chatter with Ann and Patrice thirty minutes after our café closed, Cassidy had finally been able to drag herself away and I was able to not so subtly kick the two croons out.
“You can’t keep her all to yourself the whole time,” Ann had said with a mischievous grin. I imagined she was filling time until Coots returned home this weekend. He always worked in the neighboring town during the week and so without Patrice, Ann often found herself bored. Every year I came back not much had changed. Well, except this year of course.
I wanted to make sure we returned to the cabin before dusk, especially considering I’d promised Cassidy a personal lesson of wood chopping. I’d grumbled my complaint when she’d first asked me. And yet somehow she’d managed to twist my arm yet again.
We now stood around the thick tree trunk I used to cut the pieces of wood on top of. She looked out of place in her bright pink jacket, sizing up the smaller piece of wood I’d managed to find for her. Cassidy was staring at it with as much concentration as she did all the recipes Lori had given her recently. Shadow was laying on the porch, his head nestled on his paws as he napped.
“Okay so you swing over with all your might?” she asked enthusiastically.
I chuckled, imaging whatever that might’ve looked like to her. Cassidy had the height and build of a runway model and bulging muscles was not a part of her charm. She picked up the axe, and I took two steps forward. “Woah, there,” I chuckled. Where she lacked in strength, she made up with enthusiasm.
I wrapped my arms around her, assaulted by her sweet honeysuckle scent. My nose nuzzled into her cascading blonde curls, and I envisioned what it’d be like to wrap them around my knuckles and tug. My cock twitched. I cleared my throat and spaced my legs wider, shuffling her hands down the handle of the axe.
“Like this?” she asked breathlessly. I was curled around her tiny frame, neatly tucking her in my arms. If I curled in slightly more I’d be able to rest my chin on top of her head, almost tempted enough to do so. “This makes it harder.”
I found myself distracted by her smell, the blanket of cool air doing nothing to penetrate our collective heat. My cock twitched again, rubbing against her mid-back. Even holding her like this made my body react on its own. “What makes it harder?” I growled.
She licked her lips, looking up at me ever so slightly; her arms had gone limp around the handle; I was mostly holding the axe now. “You… holding me like this.” Those big blue eyes looked up at me through thick eyelashes. Fuck. My cock was throbbing as I stared at those plump lips, considering how they might feel around my swelling cock. “You make it hard to focus.”
Shamelessly, I wrapped my hand around her waist and pushed her back so she could feel the steel of my cock digging into her back. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes filling with immediate lust. “That makes two of us, snowflake,” I growled.
She completely let go of the axe as she stood up on tippy toes, her back brushing against my cock as she wrapped a loose hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in. She strained to angle around, that heated gaze reeling me in silently. I crashed my mouth onto hers, losing all resolve.
A little moan escaped her as she twisted around fully and threw her hands around my neck, trying to pull me down further. With one arm still hanging loose with the axe, I bent over and rounded my other arm under her ass and lifted her, so she could hitch her legs around my waist.
Her hand tangled through my hair as her hips ground ever so slightly against me, her body pleading for what my cock throbbed for. I walked us into the cabin, consciously aware of the weapon in my hand. I hadn’t yet made it to the door when I pressed her against the wall, my cock pushing hard against her jeans.
She moaned and I become entirely lost in her. She kissed along my jaw, her hands snaking under my long-sleeved shirt, those devilish little nails dragging down hungrily. Shadow moved out of the way as I carefully dropped the axe at the entrance and carried her through to the sofa.
“Eric,” she moaned my name, her hot breath filling me. Were we out of our fucking minds? Her legs folded around me as I sat on the sofa, my cock straining painfully beneath my jeans. Our hands were everywhere, her little hips rocking back and forth, the friction killing us both.
Her tongue was razor sharp against soft lips. Cassidy acted like a starving animal. We’d both been deprived and this tension had been rolling through us for weeks now. I wrapped my hand around her throat, pulling her back and staring into her lust-filled gaze. She couldn’t move due to the way I handled her, but in the way she stared back with hooded eyes, I knew she fucking loved it. Those hips continued to try and work me through the jeans.
But I realized with sudden clarity that Cassidy was someone who would want more than just this. Sex I could do, but her obvious heart that showed beautifully and transparently wasn’t something I could return in full. She deserved better than that.
“I don’t have a condom,” I growled. “And you’re practicing celibacy.”
“I was. I am,” she corrected quickly, arising a chuckle out of me.
“Snowflake, we shouldn’t act on impulse.”
Her little nails dug down to the waist of my jeans. “Don’t you want me?”
A low growl cleared my throat. “You know I do.”
“Fine, I’ll let you be chivalrous. We can buy condoms tomorrow. I’m not on any birth control anyway so I guess smarter is always best,” she said reasonably, although her gaze was still feral. Her neck twisted slightly in my palm, the bobble of her throat beating under my hand. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass and squeezed. A little pained whimper escaped her.
“I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle how I fuck, sweetheart.”
“Try me,” she growled with an intense fever.
Gently, I released my hand from around her throat. Fuck. “If we stay like this for any longer, my cock’s about to be ten inches deep inside of you.”
She kissed me again, feverishly at first, until it smoothed into a slow warmth rolling through her as she began to kiss me gently. Her hand smoothed over my beard on my jawline and she nipped and dragged out my bottom lip, then pouted. “I didn’t even cut any wood.”
But if my cock was any indication, she was certainly splitting something.
“Are you sure about this, Cassidy? I can’t offer you what you’re after,” I said carefully. She seemed like the type that believed in fairy-tale endings and love stories. And I didn’t do that shit.
“You can’t offer me a six foot six mountain god fucking my brains out?” she asked with a twisted smile.
I wrapped those blonde curls around my fist and yanked back. “You will be punished for that bratty attitude of yours.”
“I want you to punish me, Eric,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not asking for marriage here. I’m asking for something memorable. But do we really have to stop?”
I internally screamed “no.” But I wasn’t making any mistakes just because I was thinking with my cock. I’d done that once before and it burnt me so deeply it destroyed everything I thought love could be.
“Unless you’d like to take it up the ass?” I purred.
“Ew no. I’m not that type of girl,” she said shrewdly. I threw my head back and laughed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with those who do, but that hole is for well you know…”
“No tell me,” I purred, loosening my hold on her hair and trailing my hand down her back, ass, and thighs. Everything about her was tempting and beautiful, her pussy only inches away from my throbbing cock.
She flipped me off. I threw my head back and laughed again, the rumble surprising even me.
“Now, sweetheart, I’m going to have to peel you off me and take matters into my own hands in the shower.”
“Can I help?” she asked as I gently placed her on her feet.
“No, because I want to ram so fucking hard into you that I don’t trust myself.” I gently cradled her throat again. “You’re a fucking temptation and my walking disaster.”
Her throat bobbled. “And here I thought you were simply a part-time lumberjack. I didn’t realize you were a poet as well.”
I smiled ruthlessly as I bent over and kissed her again, longingly and passionately. Regretfully, I pulled away and toward the shower. What a fucking joke walking away from a bombshell who was temporary living with me and I was still about to fist my cock. Just like I had been every single night since she’d first arrived.