Page 84 of Playing it Country

“So do something about it.” His eyes lock on me as he pulls me to the edge of the bench, moves my panties to the side, and slams into me. I arch into him and brace one hand behind me as his hips piston in and out of my pussy.

My other hand grips the back of his neck for support. At this angle and with his ferocity, there’s nothing I can do but hold on as he brings us closer and closer to the edge.

I know without question that there will be no gentle ascent to the pleasure building in my core. The way Case’s body moves with mine has my orgasm barreling toward the side of the cliff with no safety net, and it’s a risk I’m more than willing to take.

“Oh my God, yes!” I throw my head back and scream as my vision blurs as my walls clench around him, and by the way he groans and curses—I know he feels it too.

I shatter in a million pieces of light and sound. Sweat coats my skin, but I couldn’t care less as Case wraps his body around mine the way he always does after he’s found his release.

We stay like that for a long while, his breathing finally returning to something close to normal before he stands. There’s something different between us—an intensity that can’t be ignored. We’re at an impasse, and that felt a whole lot like goodbye.

Goodbye to his past, mine, or our future I’m not sure.

It’s too dangerous to base hopes and dreams on one moment in time. Case helps me off the bench after he disposes of the condom and rights his clothes.

Trying to lighten the mood, I bump his shoulder with mine as he takes my hand.

“Is that part of the greenhouse tour?”

“Only for you, Hannah, only you.”

I swallow hard as I squeeze his hand just the littlest bit—to makes sure he knows I heard him. I don’t trust my voice to speak and he doesn’t press, but I know he feels it too.

We walk back to the truck in silence, but one thing is perfectly clear. Case won’t be the only one picking up the pieces when our time is up.

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HANNAH

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: No Boys Allowed!

Hannah Banana,

Areyou old enough to live with a boy? I don’t know how I feel about that but I swear if he hurts you I’ll be on the next plane to kick his ass. Seriously though, he’s treating you like you deserve? You’ve never talked like that about anyone before…are you in love with him?

Honestly, I hope you are. You deserve happiness and I get what you mean when you say you’re tired. We never had anywhere to call home—that’s why I’ll be 90 years old using your CB radio call sign like the long haul truckers we saw on every road trip.

Remember when we used to make up stories about what they called themselves and if they had stolen goods? No one understands how it was—being so excited to explore the world and also feeling like we never truly had a place to come home to.

I’m safe but I have to go. I’ll email as soon as I can.

Love you,

Calico

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: No Boys Allowed!

Calico,

I gotthe job but I haven’t accepted it yet. I wish you could talk this through with me. Like you said—we’re the only ones who get it. I remember those nights and playing detective with all the trucks at the rest stops.

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