Page 90 of Freeing the Wild
I watch as a blonde gives him the once-over as she bends down to take her shot in pool.He doesn’t even give her a second glance, and I can’t help but wonder what his type is.I realize in the two years I’ve known him I’ve never seen him with a woman.
Nash starts to laugh and shakes his head.“I’m just gonna keep my mouth shut here.”
“Yeah, you are,” Wade and Cole say at almost the exact same time.
“Cole would know.Rumor on the ranch is that he and Ginger are already hitched,” I say, trying to stop imagining Cassie sending me half-naked photos and wondering what it would be like to have a woman to go home to at the end of every night.And not just any woman.
“Come on.As if Ginger and I would get married and keep it a secret from everyone we know,” Cole says with a wink.Nash gives his shoulder a push and I take another sip of my beer.I’ve barely made it through one tonight, since I’m the designateddriver.I listen to the guys razz each other through another round of axe-throwing, a few more pitchers of beer and four really drunken games of bowling.
“And do you know how good my girl is?”Nash asks me after too many beers.“She’s already got the place sold out to see Evan Woods.She can do anything.And I mean anything.”
“Alright!”Cole chimes in, and I chuckle at the oddity of being the only one who isn’t wasted.Which also means that when Wade and Cole decide to show the crew they can do the latest social media dance in the middle of Woody’s, I’m the one filming it.
I send the video to Cassie, and am waiting on my turn to outdo Nash’s score at the driving range simulator when my phone buzzes.
PRINCESS
Do they have caramel corn there at least?
No, just a bunch of drunken fools.
PRINCESS
Well this place is 2 star.No caramel corn here either.
A photo comes through on my phone.It’s of Cassie, sitting on a sofa in the big house.She’s wearing shorts and a tank top pajama set; it’s white and covered in tiny pink bows.Her hair is piled up on her head and she’s holding a bowl of ice cream.Plain ice cream.I chuckle and almost feel the need to adjust myself.Never thought pink bows would do it for me.But here I am.
The drunker the boys get and the closer it gets to the end of the night, the clearer my plan becomes.But first I have to get these drunken chuckleheads home.Which is a mission because,halfway back to Wade and Ivy’s new minivan, Cole decides now is the time to pick a snowball fight from what small amounts are left in the grass.But the joke’s on him.
“You have some sort of laser aim or something?Fuck,” Cole asks, rubbing his shoulder after I hammer him repeatedly.He shakes out his shirt and some bits of snow fall out from under it.
I clap him on the back.“Nah man, just a lack-of-alcohol kind of aim,” I chuckle.
“Fucking alcohol,” Nash grumbles, swiping the snow off his own jacket.Maybe now I can get these teenagers home to their mamas.
I stretch out stark naked on my bed—having indulged in a long, hot shower—and pick up my phone.It’s after one a.m and I just finished dropping off all the guys.Now, I’m ready to see my girl.
I suffered through drunken descriptions of Ginger’s hairstyle for the wedding, watched Wade FaceTime Ivy and try to sound sober while they talked about Billi giving up her bedtime feed, and listened to Nash sing Garth Brooks to CeCe in a slur of the wrong words while I waited for them all to wind down.I deserve Cassie after that.And, the bottom line is, Ineedher.I decided sometime on the drive home that I don’t give a fuck if that makes me a lost pup or a lovesick fool—whatever Cole and the guys want to call me.I’ll take it if the end result is those warm, plush pink lips on mine.
You still awake?
PRINCESS
Yes.
I have something for you, but you have to go to the back door in the kitchen and prepare to hunt for it.
I lean back and picture her slipping on her boots and her spring jacket, opening up the door and looking around.I picture her ready to turn back and head inside until a sprinkle of caramel corn on the deck catches her eye.
Because my girl loves a challenge, I know she’ll keep looking, until she spots the next one, and the one after that.She’ll keep following that caramel corn trail as it leads her all the way to my back door from the big house.Thankfully my cabin is the closest and I didn’t even use a full bag to leave my path for her.I’m just starting to picture the way she looked in those little pajamas when the back door to my cabin opens and I hear her step inside.
The trail continues all through my cabin until, within seconds, she’s rounding the corner of my bedroom door.To find me smack in the middle of my bed—the only thing covering my rock-hard cock a half-empty bag of caramel corn settled nicely between my thighs.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Haden
Cassie’s eyes practically bug out of her head when she takes in the sight of me.Until she gathers her thoughts, then they fill with desire—and that is the reward I fucking seek daily.
