Page 114 of Fractured Rhythm

Chapter 25

Jamie:Education is important. Drumming is importanter. Just kidding. I’m so proud of you, Cas. You’re going to kick ass in your second year at culinary school.

Cassie:Thanks. I’m super nervous.

Jamie:You got this. And we’ll be in New York next month. I bet Jax would be a willing guinea pig for your recipe tests.

Cassie:Everything I make is delicious.

Jamie:I never doubted you. Miss you, Cas.

Cassie:Miss you, too.

CASSIE

Maybe I shouldn’thave jumped in his arms and demanded that we make up for lost time. Maybe we should’ve talked more, but what else could he say? I had to trust that we could get through this and be happy. I had to believe that he was getting the help he needed to not rely on whiskey to soothe his pain and frustration and anything else that bothered him.

I would get there. I wanted him. I wanted us. I would never not love him, and I had to hope that we would make it work. I loved him more than enough to put in the effort.

We fit together, and not just physically. Though I was impatient to feel him against me, his bare skin against mine.

“Why did you stop?” I sputtered when he pulled back.

“Because I want to make love to you in bed. I want to explore every inch of you with my fingers and my tongue, and I want to do that without the risk of rolling one of us off the couch.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” I said, sitting up. Then I gasped when he leaned down and scooped me up into his arms and carried me down the hall to his room.

He stood at the edge of the bed and released my legs so we were standing and facing each other. His hands slipped under my shirt, his fingers teasing along the edge of my waistband before pulling it over my head. I wanted to go slow, to savor the moment, but I couldn’t wait, and in a flurry of motion, we stripped each other bare and tumbled back on the bed.

He settled his weight on top of me, pressing his hard cock to where I ached for him, before he shifted, peppering kisses down my body, paying a quick homage to my breasts and leaving me breathless before he moved back up to seal his mouth to mine. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened beneath him as he deepened the kiss.

His hard cock pressed incessantly against my heat, and he rested his weight on one arm, his other hand whispering down my skin, his thumb brushing lightly against my clit.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned against his mouth when he circled his thumb, pressing harder on my clit. White-hot desire streaked through me, and I scissored my legs, chasing the friction I wanted desperately.

He continued his torment, and I writhed beneath him.

“Cassie, fuck. I need you,” he groaned as he circled my clit and rocked his hips against mine.

“What are you waiting for?” I panted.

I felt his smile against my lips before he kissed me again. Then he sank two fingers inside of me, and I gasped, my muscles clenching around him.

“Oh god, yes. Bash,” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me.

Before I could catch my breath, his fingers were gone and his cock was filling me, stretching me. He bottomed out and froze, while the aftershocks of my first orgasm clenched around his cock.

I sank my hands into his hair, scraping along his scalp, and loving the shudder that wracked him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to mine.

I rolled my hips, trying to get him to move before he finally started to thrust in and out of me at a painstakingly slow pace. I trailed one hand up and down his spine as he moved, plunging in and out of my body.

“Please, Bash. Faster. Please,” I rasped. I tugged on his hair, bringing his mouth to mine, and I kissed him with everything built up inside of me.

He groaned against my mouth and picked up the pace. I resisted the urge to shout, mostly because forming words, or thoughts, for that matter, had escaped me as I met him thrust for thrust, arching my body into his.

“Cassie. Cassie.”

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