Page 56 of Catching Mr. Right

He pushes me forward, bends around me. Thrusts into me. Deep. My breath speeds up, my legs are slick with wetness. His harsh grunts and groans are pressed to my ear. I’m so tight around him. So fucking full of him as he pounds into me until I’m shattering in his arms. Rubbing my clit, he pushes me higher, makes my climax go on and on and on while I squeeze his cock dry. I scream. My pieces fragment, coming apart in a dizzying kaleidoscope and falling into darkness as I slump forward, and he pulls me back into his arms. Is he ruining me for anyone else?

Shadows flicker across my closed eyelids as I draw that thought in. Is Cas making it hard for me to remember what I want? When I finally land Sam will I be able to forget these moments with Cas? Something tugs at my scalp, and I open my eyes to find Soldier mouthing my hair. It startles me and I jump.

Cas chuckles, his arms wrapped around my ribcage under my breasts. He tightens his hold on me. “Easy. He’s not going to bite you.”

“I’m not worried about him biting me.” Okay, I am. I’m naked after all. That’s a lot of soft, easily accessible flesh for him to nip at. And he has big, horsey teeth. “I’m not used to being watched by a horse while having sex. Although I’m not used to being watched during sex at all, or you know, having sex either so I guess that isn’t saying much.”

“He’s curious.” Cas snorts. I can feel his grin against my neck. “That’s all.” He pulls out of me carefully. Even after, he’s still so thick and hard for a while. “Let’s get dressed so we can get down from here before the sun sets.”

“We should do that,” I agree, hurrying to pick up my clothes and wriggle into them as he does the same with his jeans.

Then he picks up the bridle and approaches Soldier, murmuring to him the entire time. I can’t hear what he says to his horse. Not a word. But if the serious look on his face is anything to go by, I’m not sure knowing wouldn’t make me want to cry.

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I drag myself up off the pillow and glance about for Cas. It’s still early, but the sun’s up. The ceiling fan whirs overhead, and my phone serves up a ruckus of noise that’s worse than nails on a chalkboard. I’m alone in his bedroom. In his bed. The bathroom door is open, revealing he’s not in there either. I draw my finger across the screen of my phone and send the alarm to snooze before I toss it onto the crumpled sheets. It should be good for another five minutes. Me, on the other hand?

I’m not entirely sure.

I’m always sure. Mandy Pearce is the girl with the plan. She accomplishes her goals. She gets her man. She never lets anything get in her way for long. So why does this fake relationship leave me with doubts?

And not straight forward doubts either. I still know Sam Sweets could be my Mister Right if he’d let himself be. I know I can be happy with him and have the relationship I always envisioned. It’s not like anything has changed. It hasn’t.

Cas and I aren’t really together. It’s fake. For him. And for me. Because we both know it’s going to end. Why is that so hard to remember when he’s covering my body in kisses? When his hands are stroking my skin, and he’s thrusting deep inside me?

Even when we got back to the ranch last night and had to pull together dinner for the masses in quick order and he kept touching me and talking to me in between commands, I had to remind myself this is all for Sam’s benefit. Then there was that dirty joke he told me afterward, while I sat on the counter and he fed me chocolate ice cream. The joke heated my cheeks while the ice cream cooled me off and the moment was utterly perfect.

My alarm goes off again, and I yelp. Tossing off the sheet, I scamper toward the shower. I’m a hot mess of post-sex hair and sweat. Crap, I hope I can wrangle all this into something presentable. I’ve only got twenty minutes until I’m supposed to report to breakfast duty.

“Where’s Cas?” I ask Claire when I enter the kitchen to find her in charge. Fixing a cup of coffee, I try to recall him having the day off, but he didn’t mention it, and for one heart stopping second, I wait for her to tell me he’s left. Without even a goodbye. But Cas wouldn’t do that, would he?

“I’m not sure,” she says. “He didn’t mention anything to you before he left?”

“No.”

“Well I’m sure he’ll be back shortly.” She glances up from the bowl of eggs that she’s whisking. “Are you working today? Can you give me a hand?”

“Absolutely.” I drain my coffee cup and put it in the sink before starting on the pile of bagels that need to be toasted. “He didn’t say where he was going?”

“He said he was taking his horse somewhere else for a few days.”

“Oh. Okay. Wasn’t Razer saying some guy kept asking if he was for sale?” That’s probably it. He’s making sure Soldier’s safe, though why he’d take him from the ranch where he’s constantly under watch I’m not certain.

“Possibly.” Claire agrees and then she stops what she’s doing. “Oh.”

“Oh what?” I glance up from slicing bagels to find her staring at the hand she’s holding low on her belly.

“That’s weird.” She smiles.

“What’s weird?”

“It’s the first time I’ve felt him move.”

“Him? Wait.” I put down the knife and walk around the counter. “Are you pregnant?”

“Yes.” Her violet eyes sparkle as she breaks out in a smile that leaves her practically glowing.

“Does Razer know?” I can barely keep from squealing.

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