Page 73 of The Gamma's Second Chance

Her jaw drops, and her smile fades as she shakes her head, her hands falling limp at her sides. “I swear, I’m not—”

My face breaks into a grin, and I dart over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and squeezing. “I’m teasing you, Daisy,” I say, my lips brushing her ear.

“You said no kissing,” she reminds me as I nudge her cheek with my nose, trying to get to her lips. “‘We are enemies right now,’” she adds, lowering her voice to mimic mine.

One side of my mouth curls into a half smile. “Well then, just call me a traitor.”

I dip my mouth to hers, and she reaches up on her toes, her fingers curling into my shirt. But the thump of a tossed bag landing on the board shortens our kiss. I lean away and scowl at a smirking Sebastian.

Maddie shoves his shoulder and rolls her eyes. “You are such a fucking dickhead,” she mutters to Seb as she tosses her bag. “I don’t know how those three put up with you.”

Her bag lands in the hole, and Cassandra raises her arms in triumph, forcing me to switch my glare from Sebastian to her. I shake my head and give her a quick kiss before backing away from her. “I’m watching you,” I say, pointing two of my fingers at my eyes and then at her.

She blows me a kiss and gives me a wink before turning her focus back to Maddie and Seb as they finish taking their turns, but my attention stays on her. Her hair catches the sunlight, creating shimmering ribbons of gold among the brown that match the gold in her eyes. Her smile radiates from her soul.

She claims she paints her smiles on, but that is a lie. Her smiles are genuine, an outside representation of the joy she finds and creates for herself despite her pain. And that makes them even more beautiful, valuable, and special.

The game continues, and every round, all of Cassandra’s bags land right in the hole. Her excitement grows with each toss, and so do Sebastian’s suspicions. Her and Maddie win fast and handedly, and as we all meet in the middle of the court to shake hands at the end of the match, Seb says, “Are you sure that was your first time playing cornhole?”

“Pinky promise!” Cassandra says, lifting hers in the air towards him.

“I don’t know,” I say, rubbing my jaw. “I still think you hustled us.”

“And what if I did?” she asks as Maddie and Seb head off in opposite directions to enjoy the festival.

“I’m sure I could think of some acceptable form of punishment, if that was the case.” I glide my hands up her arms as I close the distance between us, leaving only an inch of space. “I think I’d punish this pretty little mouth for lying,” I say, tilting her chin up with my hand and padding my thumb over her bottom lip.

Her heart thuds in her chest, and she rubs her thighs together, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of my thumb. “Is it really a punishment if I enjoy it?” she asks, her lashes fluttering as her neck and back arch, pushing her breasts forward.

A laugh rumbles in my chest, and I shake my head at her, lowering my face so our noses touch and my breath teases her mouth. “It is when you have to wait all day to receive said punishment.”

I squeeze her neck as she leans forward, trying to kiss me, but my hold on her keeps her in place. “Nolan…” Her voice is low and needy, and she strains against my hold, but I’m unrelenting.

I stroke the front of her throat with my thumb and wrap my arm around her waist, bringing her body flush to mine while still keeping our lips from touching. “We should walk around,” I say, even as I press my palm against her lower back and thrust my hips forward subtly so my dick rubs against her body. “There is still so much for us to do out here before we can go home.”

The front door slamsshut behind us, and the second it’s closed, Cassandra is on me, her hands clutching at my shirt and her mouth slamming against mine in a fierce kiss. I match her intensity, lifting her into my arms, my hands cupping her ass as she wraps her infinitely long legs around my waist. There is none of the lingering sweetness or drawn out romance from the weekend. We find ourselves in pure, frenzied lust, driven by the anticipation and tension built up over the entire day.

The moonlight pouring through the windows bathes the house in shadows. But I navigate by memory, climbing the stairs and heading into the bedroom with her body in my arms, her lips attached to mine, and her moans and sighs playing in my ears.

The tips of my fingers graze her pussy through her tight shorts as I massage her ass, and her thighs tense and relax as she rolls her hips against me, searching for friction from my dick.

“Holy fucking Goddess,” I groan as her nails score across my back through my shirt, and her mouth moves to my jaw and down my neck.

My eyes roll from the feel of her lips so close to my marking spot. My dick twitches and my balls tighten, threatening an unexpected orgasm. I grab her ponytail and yank her head back and away from my neck. We pant, chests brushing each other with each inhale, and I hold her heated, darkened stare, freezing all my other movements.

I’m so close to coming, and she hasn’t even wrapped her lips around my cock yet.

I need her to. Now. Before I explode.

I lower her to her feet, keeping her body pressed to mine and her ponytail wrapped around my hand. I lift my free hand to her throat, extending a claw and dragging it gently down the length of her neck before I slice through her shirt and her sports bra. The fabric slides down her relaxed arms to the floor, leaving her topless before me. Her nipples tighten in the cool air, and I circle each with my still-extended claw, sending goose bumps skittering over her soft, ivory skin and a shiver down her spine. Her body trembles and her lips part, her chin tilting higher.

“So fucking beautiful,” I say, dipping my head to where her neck meets her shoulder. “How wet are you?” I ask, lowering my hand to her waistband.

Her breath hitches, and her heart skips a beat in her chest as I blow on her skin. “Soaked,” she murmurs, her hands curling into the hem of my shirt.

“Show me.” I back away from her. She blinks as I leave her quivering and alone, her top half exposed for my eyes to feast on. “Show me how wet you are, Cassandra.”

Her throat bobs, and she slides her shorts and underwear off in one go, her hands shaking and her breaths quickening. She backs up towards the bed, palms resting on the mattress, ready to scoot herself back, but I shake my head. “Turn around.”

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