Chapter 5 Cassie
Cassie
Waiting to see if Tomas comes back or not is killing me. I hadn’t expected him to leave after seeing me on the porch, and when he did, my stomach flipped inside out, thinking he didn’t want to read my letter. But when I caught his gaze in the truck before he left, I relaxed a bit.
It’s been over an hour now. I cancelled my procedure appointment because I wholeheartedly believe Tommy, my sweet, loving Tommy, won’t turn me down. I’m ready for a baby now, and I suspect he’s ready to give me anything I want.
While I wait, I decide to throw together taco soup and get it ready for the crock pot. If nothing else, I’ll need something to wallow with if he doesn’t show up, and something with cheese sounds good.
As I’m frying the ground beef and turkey, the sound of the doorbell chiming makes me pause as I hold my breath. Some part of me didn’t believe he would show up. Shutting off the burners and wiping my hands on my apron, my feet carry me forward before I consciously make the decision.
After closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I reach for the door, turn the knob, and pull it open. Tommy stands there in a crisp, clean shirt and worn jeans, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and containers of sushi from my favorite place in his other.
“I read that once you’re pregnant, you can’t eat raw fish. Figured you might enjoy this now.” He tries to hand both things over to me, but I can’t take my eyes off his to take them. He used to have the liveliest eyes; they’re haunted now.
“I just want you, Tommy.” Emotion swells in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
Stepping inside, he places the items on the small rolling desk I keep in the hallway before drawing me into his arms. Gasping as his hands slide up the back of my shirt, forcing me to my toes, he leans down, and I accept his kiss happily.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I hold him tight, never wanting to let go because I finally have him. Our tongues dart into each other’s mouths as we explore and taste. Tommy takes over quickly, picking me up and carrying me farther into the house.
“I’ve dreamed of you for years, Cassie-bell, always knowing this was going to happen.” He pulls back as he places me on the counter to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry I went dark for all these months.” It’s clear he truly means that.
“What happened?”
He freezes, taking his time before answering. “I don’t want to go into details right now, but I was injured. Wasn’t sure if I could be the man you deserve anymore.”
The shame in his tone makes my heart cry out for him. “Tommy, my sweet Tommy, you will always be exactly who I need, who I want, more than anything in this world.”
Brushing his lips against mine, the tenderness is lost in his words. “Good, because I was an idiot. I never should have tried to stay away, and I’m damn sorry that I hurt you. It’s the last thing I ever want to do.”
“Yeah?” Elation feels like I’m a thousand miles in the sky, floating on cloud nine. “Because I’m ovulating and very fertile right now, and well, uhm…oh!”
Tommy tosses me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs. After opening and closing two doors, he finds my room, where I’m dropped on the bed, and he quickly removes his clothes.
“Strip, woman,” he growls, and my nipples tighten and peak while my sex floods with excitement.
Untying my apron, my shirt and shorts go next, and we’re in the nude at the same time. His body is a map of scars that springs tears to my eyes.
“Later, Cassie-bell, you can explore later. Right now, we have a baby to make.”
Nodding, I blink away the tears but don’t stop thinking about the agony he must have endured to get those kinds of scars.
“I’ve never–”
“Me either.” I’m less nervous with his confession as I lie back on the mattress, and he crawls up from the foot of the bed, hands gripping my knees and spreading me apart.
“God, you’re so damn gorgeous.” Leaning forward, he inhales deeply.
“Like ripe peaches.” I jump when his tongue sifts through my folds, unable to curb the pleasure-filled moan as he laps at my center like a creamy treat he can’t resist. “Delicious,” he groans, and I shudder as his breath washes over me.
My teeth sink into my lip, and I try not to lose control yet.
“Tommy, more.” Gripping the comforter so tightly my fingers hurt, the tension I’ve been holding onto releases as he takes lick after lick, followed by guttural moans that make me question my sanity because, dear god, is it supposed to feel so good?
He buries his face between my thighs, wrapping his arms around my legs to hold me in place as he feasts at my core, making all kinds of erotic, animalistic sounds that only make me hotter.
It doesn’t take long until my body tingles, racing towards a peak that will shatter me, and I’m helpless to slow down the momentum as it crashes through. Blinded by the euphoria, it’s not until Tommy settles himself over my body and kisses along the side of my throat that I realize he’s even moved.
“You come apart like a dream come true.” His praise is what gives me the confidence to ask for more.
“I want to watch you now.” He smirks as I feel his hard length gliding through my folds and finding my channel, right where I want him. “You’re large.” My murmured words feel like secrets being revealed as he pushes the head into my tight hole.
“Shit, you’re going to make me explode before I’ve gotten all the way in.” His groan sounds pained.
Forcing myself to relax, it seems to work as he slides in a few more inches, causing us both to moan together.
Pushing up to his elbows, our eyes meet, and his liquid stare is like being wrapped up in the toastiest blanket in the middle of winter.
Nothing but comfort and warmth as he sinks the rest of the way in.
“Oh!” I cry out, having never felt so full. The sensation is incredible.
“Tight, so damn tight, Cassie-bell. Relax for me.”
Focusing on my breathing, I try to do as asked, and when he lets out a long groan followed by heat flooding my insides, I know he’s just climaxed.
“Jesus, woman, that’s what I get for staying a virgin for you.”
Giggling at his grouchy tone, I expect to feel him shrink, but I think he gets harder. “Tommy?” I ask, but he grunts. “Is that normal?”
“Which part? Me coming before I can move or the fact I’m still hard as a rock?” He seems more amused now.
“Both?” Kissing his cheek while my hands rub up and down his back, he shakes his head, dappling kisses anywhere he can.
“Yeah, I think it is.” He hikes my legs up his side, my body opens wider for him, and we share a shocked gasp as he sinks deeper. “You want more?” I nod eagerly as I feel his first release slide out and downwards, realizing that I really like sex and briefly wondering why I waited.
Staring into the stormy eyes of the man on top of me, I understand exactly why. I never wanted to experience it with anyone else. Only with Tomas Drapper. He’s my beginning and end. My own happily ever after wrapped up in a man who is as obsessed with me as I am with him.