Page 94 of Growing Into Love

“Oh god,” Cass moans. “Yes, Jaz, that feels so good…”

Each thrust brings me closer to the brink. I feel myself coming to a head, feel my balls start to tighten. Cass’s muscles ripple over my shaft, her pleas for more making me harder.

“Fuck me, Jaz,” she begs.

I flip her onto her stomach so that I can plunge even deeper, grabbing her ass in my hands as her hair spills across her alabaster back. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and as I fuck her, she turns and shoots me that cheeky grin again.

“You devil,” I growl.

“I fucking love this,” she growls back.

I need to see her though, need to face her. I pull out only for a moment before flipping her onto her back. She gives a little squeal that turns into a gasp as I plunge into her again, her warm wetness making me know I’m exactly where I belong. I bury my face in her tits as I sink deep inside her—her fingers knot in my hair, her breath coming in heavy pants.

“Harder,” she commands and I increase my pitch, chasing that sweet release. I lift one gorgeous slender leg up to hook her heel around my shoulder, angling so that I’m even deeper, watching her eyes grow wide at the feel of me.

“Like this, baby?” I ask, and she moans and nods. She’s getting tighter and it only spurs me on, pumping harder than before and I reach down to stroke her clit again, to feel that delicious seam where she opens up. Her body shudders and the fissure breaks—I feel her come against my cock and my fingers at once, and then I explode too, my orgasm ripping through me, sparks flaring in my vision as Cass wails, one long sustained note of pleasure. The sweet release is like a thousand needles prickling over my scalp as my cock throbs with heady pleasure.

I collapse onto her chest and lie there, panting. We’re both sticky with sweat and her heart pounds against my cheek. Her fingers wind through my hair, brushing my curls out of my eyes. I feel her lips press against my forehead.

“Jaz,” she whispers. “I love you.”

I smile into her sternum. “I love you too.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

CASS

The next morning,we leave bright and early for JFK.

Jim is waiting to take our luggage and we say goodbye to Isla and Grace, promising to come visit again.

“We really should come back someday,” I say, snuggling into Jaz’s side for the drive. “Maybe next year. You know, for our anniversary.”

He smiles down at me. “I’d like that.”

The flight back to England is nothing like the trip here. Instead of tension and nerves, there are smiles and kisses. Instead of arguments, there are plans. We look at possible blueprints for the barn and talk about the horses I could save.

“The only trouble is,” I say, frowning, “I’ve got enough to cover the cost of the horses and construction of the barn but I’ll need to build a fence around the property, so the horses don’t wander off. I want to make sure they have their own space and don’t infringe on the Oak Hill pastures. I could put the fence together myself—that cuts out the labor cost. But the supplies…I just can’t afford them.”

“You know,” Jaz says, twining his fingers through mine. “I’ve got a little money saved up. I could help with the fence.”

“Oh, Jaz, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You aren’t asking,” Jaz says. “I’m offering. I can’t think of a better way to spend that money than by supporting you and helping some horses who need saving.”

My eyes prick with tears. “Have I told you, you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

“You have not,” he says.

“Well, you are.”

He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. I breathe him in, pine and leaf and Jaz.

“What do you think is going to happen when we tell everyone today?” I say quietly. Jaz’s arms stiffen around me. He knows who I mean byeveryone.

“Declan will be a problem,” he says.

“Yeah,” I agree. Declan would prefer that I never date anyone at all, much less his best mate. He’d rather I end up an old maid, tied to Oak Hill for the rest of my life. I’m worried this news will make him so grouchy, the whole mood in farmhouse will be affected. Not my ideal homecoming scenario.

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