Page 77 of Hiding from Hope

I nod and pull him into a kiss as he shifts a pillow beneath my hips, spanking my ass and making good on his promise.

With one single hard thrust, he sinks inside me completely. Feeling myself adjust to him, I take a few breaths, if you can call them that. They feel like groans, as the desire takes over my mind, body, and soul. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in.

“Jesus fuck. Casey, you feel so fucking good,” he says into my ear, his warm breath has a moan escaping, and I wrap my legs around him, tightening and pulling him closer, needing more.

“More, Jessie. Fuck me!”

Any control he was trying to retain evaporates, and he sits up on his knees, taking my hips with him as he drives into me, his hips snapping at speed.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, sunshine,” he grinds out.

My cries of pleasure and his growl of need mix with the sounds of our bodies coming together. He leans forward to trail wet kisses down my neck, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he brings me closer to that third orgasm.

“You’re close. I can feel you.” His contented smile smacks me in the chest as he reaches a hand between us. “Let go for me, Ace. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.” He drives even harder. So deep, I feel him everywhere. Every nerve-ending on fire, and the black spots start to cover my vision. With a few firm circles of his thumb on my clit, I come for the third time. The waves drag on, and in a few more thrusts, he is right there with me, moaning my name into my neck.

“Beautiful. It’s insane how fucking beautiful you are. So perfect. And all mine,” he breathes before he steals my lips in a claiming kiss.

“I think you wrecked me,” I pant between a laugh and utter exhaustion.

“Good.” He’s smug as he rolls off me, ducking into his bathroom. Returning with a washcloth, but pausing as he stands at the end of the bed, staring into my center. A hungry look takes over his devastatingly handsome face, and he crawls toward me like a predator.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you’re dripping with my come.” He drags a lazy finger through my slit, poking him back inside me, and a stray cry leaves my throat.

“Jessie, please.” Please stop, please keep going. Fuck. I am utterly destroyed by this man.

He hums knowingly, and then his finger is gone. Feeling more empty than ever before, he wipes the warm cloth over me, cleaning me up before it’s discarded and I’m pulled between his arms.

“You need to rest,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead, gently pushing the hair from my face. “And you need to rest right now, because if we stay awake, we’re doing that again. And not only will you have no sleep before tomorrow, you also won’t be able to walk.” Chuckling, I run a hand over his warm chest.

“I love you,” I whisper into his skin. His lips press gently to my forehead as he says it back.

“I love you.” His voice sounds pained, and I hold him tighter. “Fuck. I just… I really love you, more than I ever thought was possible.” He hooks a finger under my chin and pulls my gaze to his. “You’re my best friend, Ace. I can’t wait for our forever.” A tear leaks down my cheek.

“We don’t have to wait anymore, Jess. Our forever has already started.” I kiss him deeply and he holds me tighter.

Sixteen-year-old Casey would positively die if she could see me now.

Casey

“What are you reading?” Jessie asks quizzically, looking down at me, my head resting on his lap as he reads the paperback in his hand.

“Just a book.” I can’t help the giggle. I know he is only asking because I’ve been gasping, chuckling, and cooing at this book for the last twenty minutes.

“One of your dirty books?” he pushes, humor lighting his tone as he discards the book he seems no longer interested in.

“How dare you!” I gasp, feigning offense, slapping the book to my chest and looking up at those gorgeous eyes. A hand combing smoothly through my unbound hair as he holds my gaze. He truly is so perfect, with his gentle smile and handsome features. This afternoon we have spent peacefully together, my heart has never felt so full.

“Read me something.”

“Oh, no. God no. Jess, this isn’t some heart-breaking classic piece. I don’t think you want to hear it.” I laugh at him, picking the book up to continue when he snatches it from my hands.

“Hey!” I squeal, and he holds it above his head, a hand wrapping around my hips to hold me down and stop me from stealing it back.

His deep chuckle vibrates my body, and like it always seems to do, heat and desire pool in my lower belly, making me ache between my legs. When I have stopped squirming, he looks to the open pages where he holds the book above us and reads aloud, “‘Well, it doesn’t matter if you see me or not. You’re going to feel every in—’ Jesus Christ, Ace, what are you reading?” His smile contradicts his scolding, and he starts to laugh as my cheeks heat and I raise my hands to cover my face, completely mortified, but still, he continues, “‘…inch of me. I’ll be so deep, you’ll be able to feel me in your fucking throat…’” When he pauses, I spread the fingers that cover my eyes to peek up at him and catch him still reading, his lips folded inside his mouth as he tries to smother a laugh, those stunning eyes sparkling with humor.

“Well, well, well. Casey Baker, you’re a dirty fucking girl.” He chuckles but continues to hold my book hostage. When I groan in protest and roll into his body, trying desperately to hide my mortification, I feel his arm drop the book and wrap around me, still trying his best not to laugh at my expense.

“Don’t go shy on me now, Ace. We’ve done things dirtier than these books.” He runs a finger across my cheek, and when I finally look back up at him, that devastating smile hits me in the chest again. Remembering said dirty things over the last week, spending that time practically hiding out at his apartment. I don’t want to hide what we are, but it all seems very new and I really love this new bubble of us.

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