Page 15 of Always Heated

“You’re such a fucking liar. But if you insist, there’s a first time for everything. Fuck your hand, so I can watch you fall apart while you scream my name.” She returns her fingers to her pussy, and while her hand is hidden by her pants, the movement is undeniable. My cock throbs, begging to be inside her. If I dare to kiss her, she’ll stop. I’d give anything to lick the sweet sweat from her neck. “Keep going, baby. Next time, your legs will be over my shoulders as I swirl my tongue around your swollen clit and drive my fingers deeper as you come.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, moving faster.

“You want me to grip your neck? Squeeze a little on the sides of your throat as you find your release? Show me you’re mine, Cass. Come for me and I’ll give you everything.”

Her back arches against the couch as she comes, but I don’t swallow her screams with my mouth, savoring every gasped breath that escapes her. I brush her bright blonde locks off her forehead, and she sighs into my touch. I’d love to read more into it, but she’s still coming down from the high of her orgasm; I doubt she’d know her own name if I asked.

Unable to help myself, I press a soft kiss to her cheek and whisper, “Time’s up, my little wildcat. You need to get back to your fiancé.”

“I know,” Cass sighs as she quickly stands, adjusting her pants, and I can’t help admiring her in my shirt. “But if you want me, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than an orgasm.”

“Or two?” I ask, biting my lip to hide my smile.

“Or two,” she confirms with determination, then looks down at her hand. “Shit! My ring.”

Cass rushes upstairs to retrieve it from the bedside table, then returns downstairs in record time wearing her sweatshirt, without her engagement ring on her hand.

Hope blooms in my chest that this feisty woman could still be mine. I’m not done fighting for her, and demand, “You can’t marry him.”

Closing the distance, Cass reaches to cup my cheek and my hand covers hers. “I know, but I’m not going to marry you, Travis. We made a stupid promise years ago. You can’t collect because you think I’m taken. I’ll break the engagement and tell Zack everything because it’s the right thing to do. He’s a good man. Even if I call off the engagement, it doesn’t mean he’s out of the picture. You enjoy the chase? It’s time to break out your running shoes.”

I pull her hand a few inches to my lips and kiss her palm. “You’re right, he is a good man but give me a chance to show you I’m a better one.”

“You only want what you can’t have.” She offers a soft smile, as if she didn’t gut me with her statement. “We’ll see if that changes when I’m no longer engaged.” Lifting onto her toes, her lips brush mine in a ghost of a kiss. “You deserve better than a marriage pact.”

Cass opens the door, and I don’t stop her as she walks out of it. She’s right; we both deserve more than an empty promise we made a decade ago. That changes now.

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My sweet fiancé is digging up my garden with Cay, my dad, and Travis’ dad, while I’ve spent the afternoon touching myself in front of a man I promised I’d marry ten years ago.

What. The fuck. Is happening?

I need to talk to Ingrid, and a therapist, and likely need some sort of exorcism. My panties are soaked; there’s no way I can go home like this. I’m thankful my pants are dark enough it doesn’t look like I peed them. With a quick trip to the store—new pants and panties later—I’m a new woman. If anyone asks what happened, I’ll claim I slipped and fell into a puddle. It rained two days ago, it’s believable.

It’s not. I’m in hell.

In the store parking lot, sitting in my dad’s old truck, I wish I had taken my car that has a USB option to plug my phone in. I call Ingrid, putting it on speaker. The moment she picks up, I don’t let her say hello before I launch in. “I have to break it off with Zack.”

“Good afternoon to you. too,” she answers with a chuckle.

“At the bar, Travis told me to come by his place while everyone was working on my backyard. But then, I got there, and we took a nap together.”

“Naked?”

“No.” I shake my head, even if she can’t see. “He gave me his shirt to wear.” I omit that I’m still wearing it under my sweatshirt.

“So, clothed napping. Got it.”

“Yes… No.” I groan. “I was horny, and couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs and my hand may have ended up in my pants.”

“Clothed napping turned masturbation. Still following.”

I take a deep breath. “He heard me, and then stood behind the couch, coaching me through a second orgasm.”

“Clothed napping turned masturbation with hot audio porn. Cass, I say this with love, but you need to own up to the fact that you like Travis.”

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