Page 114 of Freeing the Wild
“Goddamn, girl.”
“You’re lucky I haven’t put my lipstick on yet.”
My cock twitches with my thoughts.“Put it on.So I can make a mess of it.”
I cover her mouth with mine and she laughs, before she pulls back and moves to the sofa to pick up my jacket.I’m wearing new jeans—Cassie approved—a white dress shirt and a vintage-looking belt and bolo tie, just like the rest of the boys.She holds my jacket out to me and angles her head toward the direction of the door.“What was that all about?”
I follow her gaze, then look back at her as she begins to pin my boutonnière to my lapel.“I can’t be certain but … I think a new beginning.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
Cassie
“That’s it, Princess.Christ, I’ll never get over the way your tight little cunt clenches my fingers …” Haden murmurs as I look out the window of his truck into the brush somewhere on one of the Ashbys’s maintenance roads.My eyes roll back as he strokes my G-spot the way only he can, and my legs start to shake as I clench my thighs together and moan his name.
“We’re gonna be late,” I whimper.
Of course we didn’t make it from the wedding ceremony to the reception without making a side-of-the-road pitstop.
“No we’re not, beautiful, because your legs are already shakin’,” Haden chuckles, pulling the top of my dress down, freeing my aching breasts and flicking his tongue over my nipple.“And I’m willing to bet I can make you soak my hand before even another minute passes.”
Goddammit, he’s right.Heat and pressure build in my core as I thank my lucky stars these truck windows are so deeply tinted.
“So cocky,” I murmur as I grind against his hand, while his thumb adds pressure to my clit and I buckle.
“For good reason.Now show me what I have to look forward to later.Come for me, baby.”
“Haden!Shit!”I cry out, slapping a hand to the glass as my orgasm takes hold and I ride his hand, coming all over him just like he said I would.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Fuck is right,” he says, kissing me on the lips.
“How’s my makeup?”I ask him, knowing it’s a mess.
He doesn’t hesitate.“Just how I like it, fucked right up from kissing me.”
I kiss him again and he pulls his fingers from me, sucking them clean.“That’ll get me through dinner,” he says as I try to catch my breath.Just as I fix my panties and my dress, headlights shine behind us.I sit up straight and realize it’s Dusty.
Haden starts to chuckle as Dusty and his date pass us, with Dusty shaking his head, a huge grin on his face as he waves at us.I’m pretty sure I’ve just turned the color of a ripe tomato.The foggy windows tell the story of what just happened here.There’s no denying it.I pull the mirror down and realize I need a bathroom stat, and to never see Dusty again.
“It’s just the truck, you know.It holds so many memories,” I say as I work on making my smudged mascara presentable.
“Uh-huh,” Haden agrees as he starts the truck.“Whatever gets you through the day, Princess.”
Fifteen minutes later, I enter the newly constructed all pine and ornate iron ladies’ room in the new Ashby barn, before we sit for dinner, to fix my lipstick and check on my hair after our truck tryst.Loud music plays through speakers but I instantlyrealize I’m not alone.I stop applying my lipstick when I hear what almost sounds like a whimper.I glance over my shoulder, and a few seconds later I think I hear a grunt.I have a moment of panic wondering if I’m in the men’s room by mistake.But I know I’m not, because there are baskets on the counter with women’s hairspray, deodorant, perfume, brand-new lip glosses, tampons and gum.Another second goes by as I replace the cap on my lipstick and I hear a deep voice whisper “fuck” from behind a stall door.My eyes grow wide as it dawns on me.People arefuckingin there.
I glance down to see a rather killer left high heel.It’s a hunter green velvet stiletto with a gold bottom.I smirk and gently use my toe to slide the shoe back under the stall door before heading back out into the hall and making my way back to my table for dinner.Who am I to ruin their fun?
I’ve been to some pretty weddings in my life, I’ve been to ultra-formal weddings and I’ve been to backyard farm weddings.I’veneverin my life been to a wedding where it’s just one big party from start to finish.Cole and Ginger have outdone themselves for their special day; the Ashby barn is lit up with thousands of twinkle lights and the wood beams on the ceiling are decorated with flowers and foliage.There are only about a hundred guests in the space that holds three hundred, and the back half of the barn houses a casino, complete with poker and blackjack tables, craps tables, roulette, and even a few slot machines where patrons can win gift certificates to local businesses if they spin just right.
Everyone is decked out in their best finery and our table—including Haden and me, Wade and Ivy, my mom and Jo, Nash and CeCe, and Olivia—has been dubbed the party table.Ginger, Cole and Mabel have their own table at the front of the room, and we’re sat just to their left.
Fifteen or so minutes after I return, Olivia and CeCeapproach.CeCe is looking mighty pregnant these days as she takes a seat beside Nash, and Olivia sits beside me.
When dinner is finished, and everyone is choking back tears as Cole tells the room about all the times he wishes he’d told Ginger he loved her so he could’ve started their life together earlier, I bend down to grab a tissue from my purse.As I do, I find myself staring at a really killer pair of hunter green heels with gold bottoms.On Olivia’s feet.I grab the tissue and sit up, meeting her gaze.She blushes pink when I look from her to Asher behind the bar in a full three-piece suit à la 1920s mobster.
“Asher cleans up nice,” I say.
