Page 10 of Defending Casey

Yes, small town girl, Casey Jones, had just kissed Hale Foster and tasted his tongue like he did to her. She felt like a woman. She felt like she was the master of her own fate.

And she wanted that fate to be Hale.

He tookher to the bedroom, and she smiled when she saw the fresh flowers in a jar beside the bed. The candles he’d set up on the top of the dresser.

This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision for him. He’d planned this. For them.

While he lit the candles, he’d taken off his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

Her blouse was off in seconds. Hale was as eager as she was, but he set her blouse on the chair under the window, taking care with it.

Casey had second thoughts when it came to her bra. Without a mother to take her shopping for one, she’d made do with athletic bras known for coverage and not their appearance, she wanted to cover herself and ask him to snuff out the candles first, but Hale was undeterred.

The words he spoke to her, the intense look in his eyes, they had her mesmerized and suddenly her breasts were bare, and he was laying her back on the bed. His larger form leaning over her.

The way his tongue felt against her skin. The gentle tug of his teeth.

The memories came flooding back and Casey reached under her night shirt and fondled herself, chasing after those feelings.

Casey bit into her lip as she struggled to stir up the same intensity as that moment, but her hands were no substitute for Hale’s eager tongue, the tight, wet pull of his mouth on her flesh. And the memory of her first, and most certainly shocking orgasm only made her ache alone in her room.

Dropping her forearm over her eyes she groaned softly and sighed.

Hale was back in town.

He was angry with her.

He hadn’t known about Nora.

Shocking? In a way. His father had never wanted them together.

But she hadn’t expected him to keep the information from Hale.

Turning on her side in bed, Casey picked up the extra pillow and threw it against the wall.

She would have to deal without the satisfying crack of breaking something. Any sound would wake up Nora and Casey still had no idea exactly what she’d tell her daughter in the morning.

Nora was an inquisitive child and always had questions.

Casey had never pretended to have all the answers, but she had an idea of where to look for them.

Usually.

But not this time.

Not about Hale.

She didn’t even want to ask questions of herself, because she was afraid to find out if the anger and frustration that she’d gone through for nearly a decade was enough to keep her heart safe from him.

As she hugged her remaining pillow to her chest, Casey fought back the tears.

No, she didn’t have to ask the questions.

She knew the answers. Even with all the time apart, Casey had never stopped loving Hale Foster.

She was in deep trouble because she’d learned years ago that love wasn’t always enough.

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