Thank God he leaves little time for my brain to spiral itself off the deep end. Red sinks his cock back into me with a strangled moan, and his thumb draws circles on my clit until I’m right there again. This time he’s right there with me.
“You like fucking me, don’t you? You like feeling me deep in your tight cunt.”
“Not… at… all.” I struggle to get the words out between whimpers.
“Liar. Gonna come again for me, Cass?”
“You wish,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Mmm, I think you are. I think you’re gonna drench my cock like you did my face.”
“Make me.” I stare into his eyes, feeling a rush as he presses harder against my clit.Please, make me.
My nails drag across the hood, scratching the paint, as I desperately search for something to hold on to. Anything to keep me from floating above my body. My orgasm surges around his cock at the same time he drops his head with a final grunt. His face is flush and his body shudders in one smooth wave.
“Fuck,” we whisper in unison, seemingly both unsure whether we meanfuck, that was amazingorfuck, what did we just do?
3
Red
Denny has to shut one eye to drunkenly focus on what I’m saying. I don’t understand my best friend’s method, but he swears it helps him hear better. Though I’ve told him about having sex with Cass three times on the walk back to the truck, and he’s still struggling to make sense of it. I’m not convinced the fourth time’s the charm.
“You. As in…you”—his index finger draws a sloppy circle around my face—“hooked up with Cassidy Bowman? Nah, I don’t buy it. I’ve never heard of her sleeping withanybody. She’s definitely too much of a good girl to hook up with you.”
He climbs into the box of my pickup, and I hand him our sleeping bags. The biggest downside to living out at the ranch is that somebody either needs to buck up and be the designated driver, or we sleep in the truck bed. Tonight, it’s the latter. No fancy driving apps available in a tiny town like Wells Canyon. There’s technically one taxi, but the driver is drunk off his ass anytime after seven p.m. and too hungover to drive before ten a.m. Not to mention, I’d hate to see what he’d charge to take us that far—too rich for my blood.
“Give me one reason why I would lie about this shit.” I smack him with my sleeping bag before unrolling it. As soon as my boots are off, Islip into the extremely uncomfortable makeshift bed. This was tolerable a decade ago… Now I’m fully aware my thirty-three-year-old ass is going to wake up with a stiff neck and pounding headache.
“Okayyyy. How the hell did this happen then?” Denny wiggles down into his sleeping bag, sending a tremor through the entire truck box. “Whydid it happen? You know if Dave finds out, we’ll be fucked. We’ll be banned from the bar and be forced to drive to Sheridan to drink. I love you, but I’ll be real pissed if that happens.”
“Why would he find out?”
“Dunno. He and Cass are pretty close, though.”
“You think she’s tellingher dadabout every guy she fucks? Who does that? I swear, man, some of the things you say—were you dropped as a baby? Drop-kicked, maybe?”
“I’ve fallen off my fair share of unbroken animals. Hit my head a few times—is what it is. Anyway,whyandhowdid you and her become a thing?”
I drag a palm down my face, stopping briefly on my chin to stroke the coarse stubble, which was soaked with her cum a few hours ago. “She wanted to get back at her shitty ex-boyfriend for cheating on her, so I fucked her on the hood of his car. She scratched the shit out of it with her boots, too.”
He shoots up, suddenly invested in the story. There’s a slight wobble as he sits there, although it could be me who’s wobbling. The world does seem to be spinning faster than usual.
“No shit. Did you stick around to see his reaction?” Denny asks.
“Fuck no. Shit got awkward immediately after, and she went home. I had some more drinks, played a round of lawn darts, and now I’m here.”
“Cool, cool, cool. We’re totally not allowed back at The Horseshoe. You had to be an awkward motherfucker, and now Cass is gonna barricade the door.”
I let out a long exhale, knowing he could very well be right. At the same moment my brain was exploding with thoughts of fucking Cass over and over again, she was obviously having an entirely different post-orgasm experience. She was right—I’m a douchebag. After a lifetime of daydreams about her, I was too lost in reliving the way her pussy fit me, the way her body reacted to my touch, and the feel of her hands on my skin to notice her leaving until it was too late to stop her.
A week later, it’s the moment of truth. I haven’t talked to Cass since the rodeo because that was the deal. We’re never going to talk about what happened between us again. If only I could find a way to quitthinkingabout it.
Denny flings open the double doors with a dramatic display. “Guess you didn’t fuck it up too bad.”
I knew she wouldn’tactuallylock us out. Doing that would mean admitting something happened between us.
No, instead she’s perfectly normal. As if I haven’t been balls deep inside her or watched her eyes roll back as she came on my cock. I know I was drunk that night, but I was coherent enough to know we had amazing sex. It wasn’t all in my head. I would die of alcohol poisoning before being too intoxicated to remember how it felt to have her. Her smell, her taste, her sounds. No amount of drinking could make me forget her coming on my face like a goddamn porn star. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
