Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Hunter
Y ou’re a fucking idiot.
I’ve been home for hours and I haven’t even gone back inside. I’ve just been sitting on the top step of my damn porch looking around and thinking about what I’ve done.
Cassidy was even more perfect than I had imagined and trust me I had imagined her plenty. She’s even more complex than I thought, and that only adds to her appeal. She doesn’t have nasty baggage, she’s not as heartless as she thinks, and she’s damn near perfect.
Her only issue is that she doesn’t believe in herself. She only wants to do what she knows she can excel at. She knows she is great at her job, so she doesn’t push for a higher position. She doesn’t try to seriously date men because she doesn’t want a repeat of college or any drama. That just means she will continue to sell herself short. No risk, no disappointment.
I look over to the green meadows where Cassidy and I stood the night before. I’ve made out with girls on this property plenty of times. Skinny-dipped in the pond and snuck girls into the barn or bunkhouse. Every single one of those moments was so… forgettable. I’ll remember them because I did them, but the girls and the feelings weren’t anything special.
Last night when Cassidy stood on the rail of my fence yelling about seeing the fireflies, it felt as though everything was different. I was frozen in time, feeling every muscle in my heart contract with each beat. I couldn’t move from where I stood; I was stunned by her. She let her walls down for just a second and her excitement was simple and genuine.
I stereotyped her in the back of my mind. Since she was from the city, I thought it would take so much more to excite her. Throughout the night she blew me away, from scarfing down the entire slice of deep-fried apple pie to outshooting me and hopping a fence on my property.
She lit up out here, and I watched her do it. Would she like waking up at the ass crack of dawn every day? I am almost positive that is a hard no. Would I let her sleep in and make sure the coffee warmer stayed on? Absolutely.
I don’t know what it is about that girl that makes me think like that. I have never imagined a woman in bed in the morning. I’ve never thought about walking in from a hard day’s work to a woman on my porch waving me in. I’ve never imagined someone joining me on the porch swing at night. Until Cassidy. Two weeks of this girl and my brain is rewired.
Two weeks ago, I’d be doing my usual Sunday shit. I’d finish some odd jobs, do laundry, and make sure my pantry and fridge were stocked. This week I’m knocked on my ass over a girl.
I wish I could either erase the past two weeks or get more time with her. Even saying that makes me feel like Harrison times twenty. Has he ever even felt like this before? He’s always talking about finding the right girl and settling down. I don’t remember him ever being inside out over a girl, just in love one minute and disappointed the next.
Shaking my head, I run my hands through my hair and give the ends a little tug. Better get up and get shit done. Pushing up on my legs, I get up and look over to the meadow one more time before heading inside.
I’ve made my rounds through the entire house, making sure it’s clean, and shit is where it needs to be. My fridge is pretty well-stocked, as is my pantry. I went over my list of priorities this week and added a few last-minute things. Last on my list is laundry. I usually start a load before doing anything else so I can get things done while it runs, but I’ve been avoiding my room.
Foolish? I know.
I walk into my room and my vision tilts. My bed is a hot mess. Being a man of routine, I never leave my bed unmade. Today my white linens are tossed messily about. The pillows are left askew but two are closer together on the side where I slept.
Cassidy likes being the big spoon. I would like a chance to get to hold her, but her reaching out for me in her sleep was satisfying. She’s so powerful yet timid. I like that she is the kind of woman who says what’s on her mind and goes for what she wants, but she does it conservatively. It’s an intoxicating mixture. A strong woman who knows when to push and pull on her strengths.
My back heats remembering Cassidy’s lips pressing between my shoulder blades when she thought I was asleep. It sends a shiver down my spine. My cock swells thinking back on taking her in the bed in front of me. Her flushed, creamy skin turning that rosy pink against my white sheets. Her brown hair tossed messily around as her moans cut through the air.
I undo my pants and begin to tug at the swollen flesh.
She was so eager to get fucked. I could have let her meet my strokes, but my dominance turned her on. Every time I pushed her further into the bed, or restricted her movements more, she would tighten that vise around me. I think about how tight her little body was as I tighten my grip, but it doesn’t compare. I knew when I slipped my fingers inside her that I was going to be a tight fit. The thought of her cumming on my mouth in the library is my undoing, so I quickly grab my shirt from the floor and empty myself on it.
Good thing I’m doing laundry.
As I pass the hamper, I toss my shirt in before going to the bathroom to clean myself up. I could go for a shower, but I should make my bed and get on that laundry.
Once I have those tasks over and done with, I take a much-needed shower, then grab some grub and a beer. Eating on the porch seems like the best option to clear my head.
I kick the front screen door open and plop myself down on the front steps. My parents took the small patio set with them in their RV to set up wherever they go, and I’ve been putting off getting one. I’ll get around to it.
Setting my food down, I pull my phone out to play some music while I eat. When I look at the screen, I realize I must be one lucky bastard because what I find is a fuckin’ gift.
Cassidy: Hi.
I thought I was never going to hear from this girl again. I can’t deny that all day I wanted to call or reach out to her, but I thought it was best to give her space for a day or two. My palms sweat.
Me: Hey.
I see the dots immediately appear for her reply.
Cassidy: I’m back in the city all unpacked and ready for the week. How was your Sunday?
Me: The usual. Prep for the week. I’m on the porch eatin now.
Cassidy: On that magnificent porch swing?
Me: Nah, just on the stairs today. Was just thinkin about gettin a table and chairs for the porch since my parents took the old set.
Cassidy: A table and chairs out there would be nice.
I don’t know what to say. I want to talk more than just small talk, but I don’t want to spook her. I attempt to scramble words together, but nothing seems quite right. Thankfully Cassidy sends another message.
Cassidy: Busy week ahead of you?
Me: Nothin out of the ordinary. Fieldwork and paperwork durin the week, market on Saturday. You?
Cassidy: My week is super boring. We’re closing things out with an account, and I’ve done my part with the numbers I assessed. So, I’m just doing petty work until the next larger account comes through.
Me: Sounds lame.
Cassidy: Yeah.
Beggars can’t be choosers, and Cassidy is still talking to me after sleeping with me. That’s already more ground than I thought I had. I want to talk more and then the perfect conversation hits me.
Me: What are you reading?
Cassidy: Little Women
Me: A classic.
Cassidy: Yes.
Me: What did you think of the library?
This is a strategic move on my part—not only does Cassidy love books, but Cassidy also had an amazing orgasm in my library. I’m hoping this conversation moves me into a positive position in Cassidy’s head. I see the dots appear and disappear multiple times. I set my phone down and chow on my grub while I wait.
When the phone buzzes I will myself to count to five slowly before picking it up.
Cassidy: Loved it. I wish I would have had time this morning to really get a good look at it.
Me: It’s an amazing space. We spent a good amount of time in there last night.
Cassidy: We did. This morning I noticed a little more detail in the split second I was in there. Were those built-ins custom?
Any chance of getting Cassidy’s mind in the gutter is gone. She’s in full-on book mode. That’s okay with me, as long as we’re making good conversation. Talking about books with her is like talking about life.
Me: Yeah, my pop had them made for my ma.
Cassidy: Talk about a grand gesture.
Me: My pop is the kind of guy who always keeps my ma smilin, even if she is pissed, she has a smirk on her face.
Cassidy: Sounds like the real deal.
Me: They are.
Cassidy: Well, I’ll let you finish your meal on your perfect porch, on your perfect land, listening to the perfect sounds of crickets.
Me: After talking with the perfect girl, I’d say this Sunday is the best I’ve had in a long time.
Cassidy: Franny on her way over to join you?
Me: Oh. Hi Sassidy. I was kindly referring to your alter ego Cassidy, let her know.
Cassidy: Funny.
Me: Hilarious.
Cassidy: Goodnight, Country Charm.
Me: Goodnight, Cassidy.
I tuck my phone away and drink down my beer. Looking around and thinking about Cassidy’s words, my land really is a slice of paradise. I’m glad she thinks so too.
Three days have gone by, and my life is going about the way it usually does. Only thing new is that I’m glued to my phone. Cassidy and I are talking more than before. Before last weekend she would sparsely text me throughout the day and we would mostly text at night. Now we talk all damn day. Part of me is concerned I’ve moved even deeper into the friend zone. She’s telling me everything, not just small talk stuff. The woman is telling me about her meals, snacks, moods, activities, and conversations.
I love hearing from her, but I want more than her friendship. There’s not much I can do physically because I’m far away. Knowing how compatible we are, I decide tonight I’m going to try and change our dialogue.
I’m lying in the library flipping through some poems when my phone goes off.
Cassidy: Howdy partner. Just finished my workout with Georgie. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me. Time to shower and read. WYD ?
Holy shit. This might be easier than I thought. I walk down the stairs and seat myself atop the covers of my bed.
Me: I was in the library thinkin about you. Now I’m movin to the bedroom to think about you in the shower.
Please Lord, cut this man some slack and give me another inch with this woman.
Cassidy: Oh yeah? Sweaty girls are a thing for you?
Me: I sure as hell didn’t mind when you were sweaty and under me.
Cassidy: I’m really sweaty right now.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me a mile.
Me: Wish I was there.
Cassidy: What would you do if you were?
Me: I’d strip those clothes off your sticky skin, bend you over your bathroom vanity, lick and bite at your salty flesh.
Cassidy: More.
Hell, I’m going to die. I’ve never texted anyone like this before, but I’ve also never wanted someone as bad as I want Cass. A few lessons from some of my romance novels would come in handy.
Me: I’d press myself against you, reach around and rub circles around your needy clit, dip my fingers into that sweet pussy. All while sucking and biting on your neck.
Cassidy: Would you make me come?
Me: No.
Cassidy: No?
Me: I’d push your hips into the counter and slip the tip of my dick into you. Then I’d go back to your clit with my fingers and make you come all over the head of my fat cock.
Incoming Call: Cassidy
I look down at my phone and raise a quizzical brow. Phone sex? I am not going to turn down the opportunity to jack myself off listening to Cass’s voice. It would be a helluva lot better than what I’ve been doing since she left.
When I answer the phone all I hear is rustling. I press my ear firmer to the phone and I hear a faint whirring noise. The next noise pulls a growl from my chest. Cassidy is moaning.
“Oh fuck,” she says.
“Cass?” I ask, not wanting her to stop, but making sure she meant to call me. She doesn’t respond. I hear her breathing pick up as she pants into the open air of her apartment. Is she in bed? On the couch we made out on?
“More, Hunt.” I lose all self-control and pull myself out of my pants. I start jerking myself off, making my pace with her uneven shallow breaths. She begins moaning louder and I can tell she’s getting close.
“Please give me more,” she begs. I can imagine it. She’s bent over a vanity and she’s begging for more of my cock as I drill her clit with my fingers, her wanting cunt trying to suck me in with tiny pulses.
I growl into the empty room, listening to my girl on the phone. I feel myself growing harder in my hand and I know I’m going to want to get off soon. I reach over to the bedside table and grab some lotion. Spreading it over my thick shaft I imagine it’s her sweet pussy juice dripping down me.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” Cassidy is yelling. A loud moan that turns into a squeal cuts through the phone and I am done for. I come all over my hand and the shirt over my stomach. Like a goddamn teenager.
I haven’t even had a chance to clean up when I hear a gasp and some rustling.
“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Cass. I was doin’ the exact same thing,” I bark at her, my tone firm. Silence hangs in the air and I know she’s still contemplating hitting that red button to end the call.