8. Alexander
CHAPTER 8
ALEXANDER
Claiming Cassidy’s beautiful body exposed to me is better than anything I could have ever imagined. I lift her from my lap and carry her inside. From there I don’t hesitate. The front door barely closes before I press her back into the wall, and my body into hers.
I peel her clothing off one piece at a time. My hands roam—over her waist, her back, her thighs, her fucking glorious tits. I want to memorize every inch of her body. Because the truth is, with how hard I am for her, I don’t know how long I can make this last.
Cassidy is the embodiment of every reckless, wild fantasy I had in my youth. She’s the woman I used to dream about in the quiet hours when I was too young to understand what real longing felt like. But she’s also so much more than that.
She’s the person who steadies me, the one I want beside me when the world feels like too much. She’s the warmth I want to sink into at the end of every hard day and the softness I never let myself need until now. She’s not just desire—she’s home. And I want to hold her every night for the rest of my life.
When I have her naked, I take her by the hand and lead her into my bedroom. When my own clothes are reduced to a pile on the floor, I put a hand on her chest and gently push her backward onto the bed. She lets her legs fall open for me and run my tongue along her glistening slit. I take my time, lapping at her folds and watching her body come to life. Seeing her hips rise to meet my mouth, desperate for more friction as she nears the edge is enough to make me come undone.
“Alex, I want you inside of me.”
Her breathy plea sends heat vibrating through me. I line myself up with her opening and my tip pulsates with the need to be inside of her. I part her lips to find she’s already drenched and push inside in a single, earth-shattering thrust.
I steady her there with my hands on her hips as Cassidy’s walls stretch around my firm length and she takes a sharp inhale of breath.
“Are you okay?” My words are a breathless growl.
A slow-growing grin spreads across her face and her voice is a breathy whisper when she replies. “Yeah, I… I want you to fuck me.”
She makes me come undone and I give into the moment. Throwing my head back, I thrust into Cassidy. I slide her body up and down, bouncing her off my dick and back again. I watch the way her breasts bounce in time with my every movement and commit the sight to memory.
We move in time with each other as I worship her body. Cassidy is mine and as I claim her, she arches her back, reveling in the moment. The fiery tingles whip through every inch of me and the whole world fades away.
I blow out deep breaths desperate to hold on for as long as I can. But when she slips my finger into her mouth and sucks, I lose my composure and pound into her. Thank fucking god, Cassidy loses it too. Her body racks with tremors that have her clenching along my length as I drive her closer to the edge.
Her head falls backward and her chest swells in time with my thrusts until she lets out a guttural moan. The sound sends me exploding over the edge behind her. Every muscle clenches and everything goes blank. I thrust until hot streams of release shoot out of me. Cassidy milks me to the last drop.
Afterward, the only sound is our breathing, slow and uneven as we lay tangled in my bed. My fingers trace lazy circles along her bare spine, with my other arm tucked beneath her as she drifts off to sleep. I hold her close, the thought of ever letting go completely unbearable.
Cassidy stays for the next four days while Connor is with his father. From the moment she steps into my home, the air feels lighter like I can finally breathe again. We don’t waste a single minute of our time together. I shamelessly try to cram a lifetime of happiness into these fleeting hours.
While she’s here, Cassidy takes over the kitchen. She insists on cooking every meal. I linger nearby, watching her move like she’s always belonged here. When the dishes pile up, I take over. Life is less of a chore and more of a rhythm we’ve fallen into and it’s one that I never want to break.
By sundown, most of the prying eyes on this ranch have gone home for the day. So after dinner, we take to sitting on the porch together and looking up at the stars. No topics are off limits in the safety of this bubble we’ve created around ourselves. She tells me she’s worried about Randolph, and I promise her that he can’t reach her all the way out here. She tells me that she’s falling for me and I tell her I’m already there. I’ve loved her for as long as I can remember.
On top of everything else, we fall into a nighttime routine. It starts with Cassidy slipping into one of my old shirts. The fabric hangs loose on her curvy frame and teases me with glimpses of bare skin as she moves. Then she stretches out on my bed, her supple skin glowing and begging for my touch.
I take my time, learning her inch by inch. I start at her shoulders, kneading the tension from her muscles. My fingers trace the delicate lines of her spine and the round fullness of her curves. She melts under my touch, her breath hitching when I work over a tight spot, soft little sighs slipping past her lips.
Every sound she makes fuels me and urges me on. My dick swells and pulsates, desperate for more. I work my way down the curve of her back, across the swell of her hips, and down the length of her legs until she’s completely undone beneath me.
And then she turns the tables.
Cassidy moves with slow, deliberate intent, flipping me onto my back. She drops my shirt off her body and climbs up on me, straddling my waist. Her hands are magic, mapping the hard planes of my chest, pressing deep where she knows I need it most.
Then her hands drift lower. She lingers over my manhood. Cassidy presses her tits into my face as she reaches behind my head to massage the back of my neck. She whispers into my ear telling me exactly what she wants me to do to her.
Just when I think I’m going to crawl out of my skin, it happens like clockwork. Her touch turns to fire. Cassidy plants kisses against my jaw and then more at the hollow of my throat. I groan with delight, my grip tightening around her hips. From there, it’s game on until we’re both too exhausted to move.