Page 11 of Rope Me

He nods, and we take the path toward his house. The warm night air carries the scent of wheat, a reminder of the peace this place holds and how badly I’ve destroyed that tonight. When we reach his porch, Alex drags out two rocking chairs and places them side by side. Instead of taking the seat beside him, I crawl into his lap.

His strong arms wrap around me, and I lean back into the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling. His body is all strength, steady and grounding beneath me. We sit in silence, looking out over the rolling fields. The stars scatter across the sky like confetti, and for a moment, the world feels quiet again.

“You know,” I murmur, “your mom… she had her demons. It isn’t fair that you didn’t get the mom you deserved. But think ofhow much worse it is for her. She missed out onyou.You’re an incredible man.”

His arms tighten around me and his breath hitches, warm against my neck. “The last thing I remember is her crying,” he says, his voice raw. “Begging me to get Pa. They were both out of it—her and him. She couldn’t get up, and he wouldn’t wake up. I was completely powerless. So I don’t do well in situations like tonight. I can’t just stand by while Randolph or anyone else hurts you, Cassidy. I won’t do it.”

I shift in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek. “Alex, I’m not something else for you to take care of, I refuse to be. I don’t need someone to fight my battles. I want to be your partner. I want to be your… lover.”

The word hangs in the air between us, bold and vulnerable. His hand tightens on my waist, and for the first time all night, the tension in his shoulders softens.

I turn to face him, straddling his lap and it ignites him. Alex's gaze drops to my lips, his fingers tightening just slightly on my waist. The night air is warm, but a shiver dances up my spine as I feel him grow hard beneath me. My hands make their way to the back of his neck.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper.

I rock forward on his lap and his hips lift ever so slightly in response. I put my lips so close to his ear that I nearly touch him and whisper.“I want to be your lover.”

A low sound escapes him, something like a growl of desperation, and in the next breath, his lips claim mine. The kiss is slow at first like he’s memorizing me. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling the sizzle in every inch of my body.

Then his tongue parts my lips slipping inside of my mouth and taking my breath away. His hands slide up my back, fingertips tracing the shape of my spine and outlining every curve as I move on top of him. Pressing closer, I bury my fingersinto his thick hair and tug just enough to make him groan against my mouth.

I have never felt more beautiful than I do when I see myself reflected in Alex’s eyes. My heart thuds in my chest and warmth pools low in me. His lips part, and the kiss deepens, hungry now. His hands land on my mounds and he plants desperate kisses across my cleavage before he slips them out of the top of my shirt.

My nipples constrict into tight eraser buds when the cool night air hits them until Alex’s mouth lands on top of them. He suckles at me until I’m drenched and the bulge between his legs is pulsating with anticipation. My walls tremble, I’m ready to give myself to him and overwhelmed with the need to be filled by Alex.

"Inside," he mutters between kisses, his hands flexing at my hips. "Now."

CHAPTER 8

ALEXANDER

ClaimingCassidy’s beautiful body exposed to me is better than anything I could have ever imagined. I lift her from my lap and carry her inside. From there I don’t hesitate. The front door barely closes before I press her back into the wall, and my body into hers.

I peel her clothing off one piece at a time. My hands roam—over her waist, her back, her thighs, her fucking glorious tits. I want to memorize every inch of her body. Because the truth is, with how hard I am for her, I don’t know how long I can make this last.

Cassidy is the embodiment of every reckless, wild fantasy I had in my youth. She’s the woman I used to dream about in the quiet hours when I was too young to understand what real longing felt like. But she’s also so much more than that.

She’s the person who steadies me, the one I want beside me when the world feels like too much. She’s the warmth I want to sink into at the end of every hard day and the softness I never let myself need until now. She’s not just desire—she’s home. And I want to hold her every night for the rest of my life.

When I have her naked, I take her by the hand and lead her into my bedroom. When my own clothes are reduced to a pileon the floor, I put a hand on her chest and gently push her backward onto the bed. She lets her legs fall open for me and run my tongue along her glistening slit. I take my time, lapping at her folds and watching her body come to life. Seeing her hips rise to meet my mouth, desperate for more friction as she nears the edge is enough to make me come undone.

“Alex, I want you inside of me.”

Her breathy plea sends heat vibrating through me. I line myself up with her opening and my tip pulsates with the need to be inside of her. I part her lips to find she’s already drenched and push inside in a single, earth-shattering thrust.

I steady her there with my hands on her hips as Cassidy’s walls stretch around my firm length and she takes a sharp inhale of breath.

“Are you okay?” My words are a breathless growl.

A slow-growing grin spreads across her face and her voice is a breathy whisper when she replies. “Yeah, I… I want you to fuck me.”

She makes me come undone and I give into the moment. Throwing my head back, I thrust into Cassidy. I slide her body up and down, bouncing her off my dick and back again. I watch the way her breasts bounce in time with my every movement and commit the sight to memory.

We move in time with each other as I worship her body. Cassidy is mine and as I claim her, she arches her back, reveling in the moment. The fiery tingles whip through every inch of me and the whole world fades away.

I blow out deep breaths desperate to hold on for as long as I can. But when she slips my finger into her mouth and sucks, I lose my composure and pound into her. Thank fucking god, Cassidy loses it too. Her body racks with tremors that have her clenching along my length as I drive her closer to the edge.

Her head falls backward and her chest swells in time with my thrusts until she lets out a guttural moan. The sound sends me exploding over the edge behind her. Every muscle clenches and everything goes blank. I thrust until hot streams of release shoot out of me. Cassidy milks me to the last drop.

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