I wrapped my hand around her hair, pulling gently. Tucking my face into her neck, I sucked gently, pulling the skin between my teeth. It took every ounce of my control not to bend Cassie over this bed and thrust into her with everything I had.
She wanted gentle, so I had to be gentle, even if it was going to kill me.
After a few more soft thrusts, Cassie’s walls tightened around me, tugging my cock harder as I pulled in and out. She was close––so was I.
With a few more thrusts, my hot seed spilled deep inside Cassie for the fifth time in a matter of hours. She moaned my name in pleasure, scraping her nails down my back and making it even harder for me to maintain what little control I had left. Her eyes glazed over in lust as she tried to control her breathing.
I pulled out gently as she laid there, cheeks red. “Now go take a hot bubble bath while I start breakfast. Everything you need is already in there. Towels are under the sink,” I said, planting a final kiss on her forehead.
As Cassie made her way into the bathroom, I went into the kitchen and pulled the pans I needed off the hooks, scanning my cabinets for the ingredients. My French toast wasn’t as good as Cassie’s, but I could make a mean waffle, so that would have to do.
As I stood in the kitchen, stirring the bowl of ingredients, I stared out at the fireplace in the living room directly across from me. Usually by now I would have started a fire, but I learned my lesson last night. Cassie wasn’t ready yet, so the thermostat would have to do.
I poured the batter into the waffle maker, pressing it closed as the timer ticked down. Everything about this moment felt surreal. Yesterday, I’d only hoped Cassie would show up to Thanksgiving dinner, but somehow, things had gone so much further between us—beyond my wildest dreams.
The timer dinged, signaling the waffle was ready. As I continued cooking, my phone buzzed against the countertop—Colt.
“Hello?”
“You good over there?” he asked in a worried tone. “We’re pretty much snowed in over here. It’s at least a foot tall,” he said.
“Yeah, same here. Cassie and I are good. She’s taking a hot bath to warm up, and I’m cooking breakfast,” I said, letting him know just a small piece of what was actually happening here.
“Did you sleep good?”
His questioned immediately caught me off guard, because Colt never asked me how well I slept. I could tell he was fishing for details. Probably instructed to do so by Ellie.
“Just fine. In my bed—alone,” I said.
“That’s so weird. Because Ellie just got off the phone with Cassie, and she said you two slept together—but just because you lit a fire and she got scared. So which is it Jace?” he teased, as Ellie snickered in the background.
“Fuck off, I gotta go.” I shook my head at the fact that Cassie and I hadn’t been smart enough to get our story straight before anyone asked about last night.
“I bet you do,” Colt said, laughing along with Ellie now. I ended the call, putting my phone down on the counter.
“Assholes,” I muttered, laughing as I placed the final waffle on the plate.
A loud screech from down the hall abruptly pulled my attention from breakfast to Cassie.
I dashed to the bathroom, plowing past the door, quickly assessing the scene. Cassie was standing in front of the mirror. No blood, no obvious broken bones.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, still searching for what made her scream.
“You gave me a hickey!” she yelled, pointing at the round bruise on her neck where I’d kissed her this morning.
I couldn’t help laughing, even though it would send her into even more of a spiral. She punched me in the shoulder, clearly annoyed by my antics.
“At least you’re snowed in here for the day,” I said, trying to get her to look on the bright side.
“You can always cover it with makeup, right? I’m pretty sure that’s what Molly used to do. Besides, who gives a fuck who sees it anyways? Let them know what’s mine.” I smirked, pulling her body into mine.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said, trying to push me away, but I held on too tight for her to break free.
“I made waffles for breakfast, by the way. They’re ready for you in the kitchen,” I said, not wanting to let her go. “After breakfast, I was thinking about riding out to the pastures and checking on the cattle. Wanna come with?” I hoped she’d say yes despite the bitter cold outside.
“Can I borrow one of your jackets? All I have is my sweater. I didn’t realize it was going to snow this much,” she said, looking out the window at the snow that went on for miles. The creek in front of my cabin had completely frozen over.
“Cass, whatever’s in this cabin is yours to use. Yours to keep. And if you need me to get anything, just let me know, and I’ll make sure you have it for next time,” I said, aware that my words made it very clear to Cassie what my intentions were.
