Page 46 of Mixed Connection
“So where are we going?” I ask as he walks ahead of me. Hand in hand we make our way down the stairs.
“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He follows that comment up with a panty-dropping smile.
“Oh, confident, I like it.” Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth on a grin I can still taste the strawberry flavor of my chapstick he all but kissed off, and I smile back at him. I will be climbing up this man’s body tonight.
He takes the few back roads like a pro, turning the music on quietly to give us something to listen to. Within a few minutes he is slowing down near where the Night Market is held, pulling into a parking garage nearby. He’s at my door, unbuckling my seatbelt before I get the chance to even consider it.
“Oh my God! The Night Market.” My cheeks perk up, I love this place. They’ve always got something interesting going on and I never really know until I’m here or had the chance to scope out the scene on social media…but by then it’s packed.
He must have checked into this earlier and found something happening that I’d enjoy. Unless someone is familiar with Cypress Lake they wouldn’t know this is here. Jameson grabs my hands and pulls me towards the center of the market.
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*sends a selfie of Babygirl and me*
Pops
This is her? She’s beautiful, son.
Mama
You two look lovely together.
She’s the one for me.
Pops
You think so?
I know so.
Seeing the smile on her face only further validates this was a good choice. After some snooping, I found out the Night Markets is something Cypress Lake started organizing a few years ago. They’ve got everything from small pop-up eateries to painting activities, sometimes they even have dance classes.
Cassidy has been having nightmares and I thought getting her out of the house would be good for her. Plus, it gives me another reason to be with her, to touch her. Since the break-in, I’ve been staying with her the past few nights. I want to be sure she feels safe, and it doesn’t hurt that we can satisfy our craving for each other before we pass out, her wrapped in my arms.
Every morning I wake up to the taste of her strawberry chapstick on her lips and she moisturizes my beard, that’s before I get out of bed. Waking up between her thighs is all the breakfast I need. Interlocking our hands I pull her deeper into the market, my eyes focused on where we are headed.
“Stop it right now!” Her mock anger makes me laugh as she slaps my arm. They have a live band here tonight and dancing. Since the reunion, I couldn’t stop thinking about how free she was while she danced. And honestly, I can’t stop thinking about how free I felt with her, either. Everything is easy with her.
She pulls on my hand, the joy in her eyes shining bright. How could I not love her? My eyes go wide at my own realization. I don’t even want to fight against how soon it feels. She’s it for me. And the smile she has on her face right now makes it all the more real.
I let her curves lead the way as she sways her hips to the beat. We jump and dance, enjoying the band that has some amazing covers and original music. The music changes to something we can really dance to and I waste no time pulling her into me, my hands grabbing into the softness of her stomach before she rolls her ass against me. The feel of her ass pressing into me lights my body up, knowing I’m the one that gets to hold her, to call hermine. She grinds into me as I hold her, my dick doesn’t care that we are in a crowd. It responds instantly to her movements. An aching throb as we dance, not missing a beat she rolls her hips and smirks at me before she turns to face me. There’s no way she can’t feel the hard-on I’m sporting, she rubs herself against me and her devilish smirk tells me I’m not wrong.
“Can I touch you, Cassidy?” My voice is thick with need, but I want to be sure she’s okay with blatant PDA.
In response, she throws her arms around my neck, reaching on her toes to give me a deep and sensual kiss. Her warm tongue runs at the seam of my lips and I open for her, inviting her in for more. Our tongues dance as do our bodies, there is no competition and no need to rush. She leans back slowly, looking up at me with those dark-honey colored eyes, her lids are heavy and her mouth holds a satisfied grin, plump from the kiss we shared.
She turns back around, swaying her hips as we dance as if there isn’t anyone around—no band, no dancing couples—justus. I run my hands around her waist, right below her breasts. Gently, I squeeze the underside of one as I grip her wide hips with the other. Dropping her head back against my chest, I can see that she has her eyes closed, her mouth parted slightly as a soft murmur leaves her lips. She gives me her body fully, to touch and tease and worship.
Lifting her arms up toward the sky she wraps them around my neck as she softly runs her nails back and forth on the back of my head. I run my fingers along the underside of her breasts before teasing her peaked nipple through the material of her dress and the whimper she releases makes my knees buckle. My dick aches behind the zipper of my pants and I consider taking her from behind in the back of the truck. My hand strains as I dig my fingers into her hip a bit more, thinking about having her spread open for me, her moans would drown into the music.
Spinning her in my arms, her head stays back as she laughs and I quickly pull her body into mine. Knocking her off balance a bit, she falls into me and my eyes watch her pink tongue travel along the bottom of her lips.
She pulls out her phone, one that has a crack running right down the middle, I watch it slip through her fingers and I snatch it up. Not wanting it to hit the ground and incur more damage.
I swipe down her screen and click the camera button, angling it in front of us. I watch her smile reach her eyes as I say, “Take a picture with me, Babygirl.” I snap a couple pictures, one of us smiling and another with my tongue peeking out, pressing it against her cheek.
She snatches her phone back, giggling as I drop my head to her shoulder and nuzzle my face in her neck, taking in the heady vanilla scent of her and hear one more snap of her camera.
