Page 30 of Montana's Bravest

I take a moment to mull over my own statement. What does opening up to her really mean?

“Do you regret it?” she turns the question to me.

Apart from my dad and Mark, no one else knew about my ongoing quest to find Jack. Now Cassidy knows, and she knows me too well that she didn’t give me hope nor doubt. That’s honesty and genuine understanding that I haven’t come across in a long time.

“Not one bit,” I rasp. Letting out a deep breath, I tell her with my eyes that it’s a point of no return for me too. And without hesitation, I land a kiss on her neck.

“Samuel Kelleher…” She sucks in air as she grabs my shoulder with grit. As if her clutch isn’t secure enough, she then digs her fingers into me.

“Cassidy Winter…” I respond to her possessive move by nibbling on her firm flesh, suctioning her soft skin into my mouth. She moans erotically, and when a mark starts to form on her neck, I end the kiss with a bite.

“God…” she sighs. She then rolls up my t-shirt, hissing at the sight of my bare abs.

“Liking what you see?”

“Samuel,” she repeats my name, this time sounding like a tiger who’s about to rip me to pieces.

Before she does so, I remind her that I come in peace. I stroke her back while rubbing my torso against her bulging breasts. A tickling sensation makes my abs contract. No pushups or weights are able to make my six-pack hard enough to ignore hernipples. And never mind her top and her bra—those buds poke out, like ripe berries calling for harvest.

My erection nags me to be let out. I don’t want to go there just yet, but Cass seems to have another idea. She sinks into my pressing belly—and further—murmuring, “I have great control when it comes to mugs and glasses. But you…”

On her knees, she undoes my jean’s button and zipper, then shoves all my bottoms down, putting my cock out of its misery. But it’s my exposed ass that she attacks first, kneading and pinching it like it was made for her.

I indulge in her aggression while using the time to reset my impatient cock. But before long, she takes my shaft in between her lips, clamping the tip, and sending me to groan. Her hands are still on my butt cheeks, for a reason—to aid her in sucking my cock deeper.

“Jesus… Cass…” I throw my head back. Sheisripping me to pieces and I won’t last long.

Feeling my resistance, she pulls back little by little, then lets my cock go altogether. For a woman on fire, she has patience.

Slowly she crawls back up, while our eyes never stop connecting as if there were a magnetic field between us. This feeling of wanting a woman because of her strength and vulnerability is new to me, and it eclipses all of the romance I’ve experienced.

How did I fall in love before?

I take a moment to answer my own question. Cass is back in my arms, resting her head on my chest.

I fell in love because of a need that no love could ever satisfy.

It was based on an ideal that love would give meaning to my life.

I pinned everything on hope, only to be disappointed.

This time it’s different.

I’m falling for Cass simply because I let myself fall—willingly, trustingly, surely. Love will not fill the void and restore my belief in happiness and joy, but Cass will be the one who pulls me back up every time I falter. I know she will. Whether there’s love between us remains to be seen. But like she said, a seed of forgiveness is in all of us. I can say that a seed of love is in all of us, too. No more hope, no more ideals. With Cass, I simply want to give the seed a chance to grow.

A squeeze on my ass routes my thought back to where we were at. Her gaze is still fixed on me—hungry, wanting.

Her hand is now on my crotch, pumping my cock. She slinks herself down just a bit while sending a seductive gaze my way.

I haul her back up to where she was, face to face with me. “I want to come while I’m inside you,” I murmur, anticipating that she’s going to go down on me again.

She halts her breathing, and then lets me go.

I palm her cheek. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She’s still burning, but something in her is tugging her away from me. Slowly she explains, “It’s been a long time for me, Sam. Maybe not for you…”

“Sshh…” I put a finger on her lips.

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