"Cassia," I groan as thick ropes of cum shoot from the end of my cock.They land against the floor of the shower before the water washes them down the drain.I grit my teeth, working myself through it.My heart pounds, my mind full of visions of the sassy little author.She's on her knees in front of me, head tipped back, tits out, teeth sunk into her plump bottom lip….
If I get sent to hell for jerking off to fantasies of her, I'll go with a jig in my step and a smile on my face.She's the only thing that's gotten my dick hard in years.I'm not saying I'm a choir boy, because I'm not.But I haven't been with a woman since my parents died.Didn't think Ma would appreciate me bringing a string of women around my little sister.I didn't want her growing up thinking that shit was normal, either.Our parents were madly in love.I wanted that to be her model of a healthy relationship, not what passes for one in the bunkhouse.
I never spent much time thinking about love and marriage for myself until six weeks ago.Between running this place, worrying about Cam, and raising Cleary, I didn't have time for a woman.Now, I can't seem to get one particular woman off my fucking mind.It doesn't make a damn bit of sense either.I've never even been in the same room as Cassia Murphy, yet I'm already half convinced she's the woman for me.Problematic since she lives in Seattle and my life is on a ranch in Lake Tahoe.Last I heard, kidnapping was still illegal in all fifty states.
Ask me if that's stopped me from thinking about showing up on her doorstep, tossing her over my shoulder, and carrying her off to breed her like some caveman.Spoiler alert: it hasn't.
I groan and release my cock, breathing hard.I stand beneath the spray of the shower for a long moment, trying to get my head on straight.It's no use.My thoughts bounce around like ping pong balls, every damn one shooting off on some new tangent involving Cassia.Eventually, I give up and scrub up before turning the shower off and climbing out.
Midway through drying off, my cell rings.
"Baby sister," I say, putting it on speaker.
"So…I may need bail money tonight," Cleary says by way of greeting.
"For what?"I growl, my brow furrowing.She works for the damn Sheriff.Brock better not arrest her, or he'll be removing my size sixteen from his ass.Cam's too.
"Remember that author you've been reading because you're being weird and having a midlife crisis or something?Her and some of my other favorite authors are in town, so I'm going to gatecrash their getaway tonight to say hi," Cleary says, talking ninety to nothing.
"I'm forty-one," I mutter, and then the rest of what she said sinks in.I toss my towel toward the hamper and snatch my phone from the counter."Cassia Murphy is here?In Lake Tahoe?"
"Forty-one is old enough for a midlife crisis," my sister says, a smile in her voice.
"I'm not old," I growl, though let's be honest.After sorting and loading cattle all day, I feel every one of those forty-one years."Answer my question."
"You're beginning to sound like Cam," she complains."Maybe you both need to get out more.You're both turning into grumps."
"Cleary."
"What?"she cries.
"What author is here, baby sister?"
"Oh, a bunch of them.Zoey Hart, Mina Chance, Clover Thompson, Paige Turner, Cassia Murphy, and Emerald Lee," she says, rattling them off."They're staying at Big Bear for the week.Isn't it exciting?"
Cassia is here.Why didn't she say anything?I want to hope she's here because of my emails, but I'm guessing the fact that she didn't clue me that she's in town isn't good news for me.She didn't want me to know.
Too bad for her.One way or another, she will be meeting me.I intend to see to it.
"Big Bear," I mutter, already making plans to make it happen."Is that the place up near the main road?"
"Yep," Cleary says."I'm going to see if they'll autograph my books tonight."
"How long are they staying?"
"A week, I think.Why?"My sister grows suspicious.
"Just trying to figure out how long I have to worry about you landing in jail," I lie, striding bare-assed naked into my bedroom.
"Only tonight," she says, sweet as pie."I promise to go back to being boring again tomorrow.But I'm not passing up this chance to get their autographs.No one I like ever comes here."
"Behave," I warn her."If Cam has to come down off the mountain to visit you in jail, he'll be pissed about it."
Cleary giggles."Maybe I should get arrested.At least it'll get him off the mountain."
"Behave," I snort, yanking on a pair of boxers.
"Fine, but only because I planned to do that anyway," she says."Love you, big brother."
