Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“I bet you wouldn’t say whatever if someone thought you were a male,” I reply as I mount behind her and press her against me.
“Are you trying to say I’m manly?” Mikayla teases. “I think there’s something you should be telling me, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Yes, Mikayla. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m sure a lot of guys have perfect breasts and tight little pussies.”
“Jesus, Caine,” she says with a laugh as I nuzzle her neck and cup her breasts with my hands.
“Mm, perfect,” I murmur as I glide my thumbs over her nipples.
I blink when Mikayla grabs the reins, stops the horse, hands me the basket and jumps down.
“What are you…”
“I’m horny. Tie Wind-Song to the tree and fuck me, Caine.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever moved this fast, but I hand her the basket, dismount, tether the horse and grab the blanket in seconds flat before running into the forest to find a flat place to take her.
Mikayla has less patience than I do, grabbing my belt and unhooking it before pulling my pants down.
Fuck it! I throw the blanket to the earth and help Mikayla pull her leggings down as she toes off her shoes.
No foreplay, no kissing. She straddles my lap and sinks down on my hard cock.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” I moan. I grab her hips and slam her down.
“Yes!” she cries out. “Hard and fast, please!” she begs.
I thrust; she grinds against me. I thrust and slam her down on my cock. She screams. In moments, I feel her milking my dick, her entire body shaking.
I lay her on her back, grab her thigh and lift it up, before thrusting deep inside her, groaning my release. I revel in the feel of her, hot and wet and so tight as she squeezes me. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. I fucking…
Fuck! I… fuck! I can’t tell her, not now. She’d freak the fuck out.
I’m freaking the fuck out!
I kiss her, taking her mouth in a hard kiss to keep myself from spitting out the words.
I know she feels it; I know the potential for her to love me is there.
But I don’t know if she’s ready. And I know I’ve been fantasizing about her for months.
I have to remember what’s real and what’s in my head, but it’s so difficult when I’m feeling myself fall.
She kisses me back, wrapping her legs around me, holding me tightly, and I swear I feel it. I fucking feel it! She’s it for me. She’s my endgame, my purpose.
I pull back and look at her, and our eyes meet. I see shock and panic in her eyes.
“You’re safe, baby. I’m right here with you,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers.
“It’s not just me?”
I shake my head on hers. “I’ll say it when you’re ready to hear it.”
She shuts her eyes, and tears spill down her temples.
“Fuck, baby.” I pull back and lift her up onto my lap and hold her. “It’s been a rough day,” I murmur, combing my fingers through her hair.
“Emotional, a lot of different emotions,” she whispers gruffly. She squeezes me tightly, holding me close.
“When you’re ready… I’m not going anywhere,” I remind her.
My words seem to resonate because she squeezes me tighter, then breathes out.
For a few minutes we sit there, just holding each other. I don’t rush it, and fuck if I want to. This is what I want. To hold her. A day to just be with her.
Once we get back to the house, we shower, and I remind her to pack an overnight bag.
“Caine, I live in a suitcase.” She reminds me.
“Then put things in my bag.” I suggest, grabbing it and placing it on the bed in the spare room. “You should move your stuff into my room.”
“One thing at a time, mister.” Her voice is clipped in a teasing manner but she grabs clothes from her bag. “Will I have time to change before dinner?” she asks, looking up at me from the floor.
My chest tightens. I don’t know why. She’s fully covered. Her hair is wrapped in a towel, and she has another towel wrapped around her body. I have to force myself to not tell her I love her.
“No, we won’t. Straight to dinner, then the hotel. Bring a suit, the pool is still open.”
I walk back to my room and get dressed.
My head is swimming! Am I doing it again? Confusing lust with love? I look at myself in the mirror as I button my shirt. My heart is pounding, and I feel like a fucking kid again.
Clearly, I’m attracted to her. Obviously, I feel lust. But how do I know the difference?
“Hey!” Mikayla says with a smile as she rolls her suitcase into the room. My eyes fall on it.
Am I being an idiot again?
Mikayla halts and her smile falters. She takes a step back, then another.
“Mikayla!” I shout, walking after her.
“Nope!” she hollers back, raising her hand and waving it around. “I know second thoughts when I see them.”
I grab the bag and jerk it from her grasp. “I’m not having second thoughts,” I bark, taking her bag back to my room.
“Don’t lie to me, Franklin Caine Montgomery!” she yells, grabbing for it.
But I jerk it away and push it into my room.
“I’m not having second thoughts,” I tell her emphatically.
“You’re lying to me!” she shouts, pointing her finger at my chest, her eyes narrowed in anger.
“I’m having thoughts, but not about that,” I explain, raising my arm and pointing to my room.
“What thoughts are you having then?” She challenges, crossing her arms.
I blink and take her in. She’s in a simple sundress, spaghetti straps, light blue and white. She looks beautiful. She got color while we were outside, but I can tell she’s red from anger right now and not from the sun.
“I was wondering about the difference between two things,” I say without saying anything at all.
Mikayla scoffs, turns and walks away from me. She grabs her phone and starts tapping on it. So, I grab it and take it away.
The rideshare app is open!
“Are you gonna run every time we have a disagreement?” I yell.
I’m pissed. I swipe it closed.
“Are you going to lie when I ask you questions you’re afraid to answer?” she asks in response, challenging me.
“I didn’t lie,” I defend.
“Give me my phone back.” Mikayla quirks a brow and holds out her hand.
“No.” I place it over the doorway out of her reach.
“You’re being…” She begins then stomps her foot.
“I’m being what?” I ask, lifting my brow, challenging her to finish that sentence.
Instead of answering, she turns and slams the spare room door in my face. I hear the lock click into place.
Shit!
“Mikayla!” I yell, banging my fist against the door.
No response.
“Mikayla!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Still nothing.