Page 53 of The Story We Wrote

“Christ,” He said, not moving from behind me. I felt his fingers run through the warmth and shove inside me. He was leaving his mark. I let myself take in the moment. Boone Cassidy knew what he was doing. He was placing his claim and I wasn’t mad one bit.

“Stay here. I’ll grab you a towel.” Boone got off the bed, and I watched him run naked to the bathroom to grab the same green towel I had used after my shower earlier; how ironic. This man was perfect. His toned back, messy hair, and still hard length made me want to go again.

He cleaned me up, wiping away everything left. Reaching down, I fumbled for my shorts and put them back on. My fingers ran through my hair, catching on knot after knot. I must’ve looked exactly how I felt, like I just had mind-blowing sex.

Boone returned from the bathroom again. He was back in his pajamas, and his hair was also a hot mess. On his way back to the bed, he was smiling at me. He sat on the edge and reached over, tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. He was so damnpretty, his blue eyes and tanned skin made me melt underneath his touch.

“Did you get a chance to eat yet?” he asked, not removing his hand from the side of my face. I leaned into it, shaking my head no.

“What can I make?” He sounded so sincere, soft, and gentle in the way he touched me. It was a completely different Boone than the one who just fucked my brains out.

“We can make some frozen pizzas, eat them in bed, and watch a movie?” I hoped, crossing my fingers behind my back, he would say yes.

Boone nodded and held out his hand for me to grab. “But, you have to keep that shirt off, Darling. I need to see those perfect tits for a little while longer.”

When he helped me off the bed, we went to the kitchen and made the frozen pizza. We waited for the oven to heat up, and Boone held me against his body, my back to his front. He placed his chin on the top of my head, remaining quiet until the timer went off, breaking the silence.

That night, we took our pizzas and crawled into my bed. I let Boone pick the movie, not shocked when he put onTalladega Nights. After pizza, we cuddled up together with my head resting on his chest. I could tell he fell asleep by the second movie. His breathing was deep, and he twitched slightly as his body drifted off. My eyes also grew heavy, and I fell fast asleep in Boone Cassidy’s arms.

Twenty Five

Aspen

Stretching out, I reached beside me to feel the bed was no longer warm. My hand brushed the pillow, hitting something foreign. Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I grabbed a piece of paper that was left where Boone’s head had been all night.

Coffee’s in the pot. Sorry I couldn’t be here when you woke up, work calls. I’ll see you later.

~Boone

Pulling the note to my chest, I couldn’t help the smile that bloomed. Boone Cassidy had wiggled his way into my heart; lately, it only called for him. Nothing could get my heart rate up like he could.

When he showed up last night acting completely out of pocket, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. Leaving my curtain open was a choice I made to lure him back over to my place. I needed him again and had been craving his touch since the night in his truck bed. Honestly, I didn’t think it would be that easy, but I’m grateful it was. Boone’s “punishment” mademe want to get in trouble all the time. I wanted to break the rules just to find out what the consequences would be. I was falling for this cowboy, my mind couldn’t think straight. I felt like I was skydiving without a parachute, plummeting into danger and I think I liked it.

Standing up from bed, my legs were weak and my vagina was sore. Boone held nothing back last night when he thrust into me from behind. I’d never felt pleasure quite like that; I think I found my new favorite position.

Today, I had work which meant kicking my ass into high gear to get there in time. I hadn’t realized how much I slept in until I checked my phone for the first time since Boone stormed in yesterday. Missed calls and new text messages flooded my screen. Scrolling through my notification, I saw my mom had called me. I wasn’t dealing with that right now, future Aspen would handle that. The texts were from Jill and Boone, I opened the latter first.

Boone: Call me before you leave.

Boone: Did you get my note?

Pouring coffee into my to-go mug, I walked to the bathroom and responded to Boone at the same time.

Aspen: I’ll call you in a bit! I guess I slept too well last night ?? running late! And yes, I’m drinking the coffee now. Just how I like it.

I put my phone down and fixed my hair the best I could. My go-to style when I was in a rush was half up, half down. No heat was needed, and I could make the perfect bun in a matter of seconds.

I threw on some concealer and brushed through my eyebrows. If I was thankful for anything, it was that my eyebrows were full which meant I never had to fill them in. Finishing up, Ipicked out my bright red dress, which fell right above my knees, and a pair of cowgirl boots. Being so close to work was a blessing, it meant I could leave my front door and be where I needed to be in under 4 minutes.

When I got to the stand, I saw the door was already propped open. Skeptically, I peered around the wall to see who was inside before me. I hoped and prayed that I wasn’t about to get robbed, or worse, murdered.

Luckily for me, it wasn’t a murderer waiting for me. Instead, it was Jill. She was filling the tables with products, which meant she must be helping out for the day.

It was the weekend, meaning I would have more traffic than during the week. I was always grateful for the help.

“Hi, Mrs. Cassidy!” I sang, walking into the farm stand.

Mrs. Cassidy stood up and smiled at me. “Good morning! I know I’m early. I thought I’d come down to help. Did you get my text?” Shit that must’ve been what she sent me this morning. I didn’t get a chance to read it, so I ignored that and made my way in.

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