Page 52 of The Troublemaker
“Yes, Cason. All…the…right…words.”
I dip into her, changing the rhythm and pace, plunging deep and fast, and hard, circling the bundle of nerves inside as I take her clit into my mouth. Within seconds she’s bursting all over my tongue, and crying out my name. Her fingers go to my hair and she tugs as she rides out the waves. I lick her, eat her, bury my face deep as her liquid desire soaks me. I come up for air and her eyes are dark, intense, and locked on mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such need on her face. I’m not going to make her wait one more second. I’m going to fulfil that need, now.
“My cock. Inside you.” It’s all I can say. Creating full, coherent sentences is a thing of the past and I’m okay with it. I lay over her and she opens her legs, welcoming my unsheathed cock into her tight body. In one thrust I’m high inside, and her muscles squeeze me so tight, I’m pretty much a goner. How the fuck does sex with her get better and better every time?
Oh, probably because I like her in a way I’ve never liked another. She’s been hurt in the past, is relationship shy, so I need to tread carefully, keep my feelings to myself. Which is utterly fucking insane. I’m the guy who can never express his feelings properly and the one time I want to, the one time I want to jump up and scream to anyone who will listen that this woman is stealing my heart, I can’t.
How’s that for fucked up?
14
Kinsley
After waking up to soft kisses from Cason, I fell back to sleep as he joined the others for a friends and family fishing trip. I much prefer a comfy bed over bugs and worms. Now it is late morning and the sound of the water lapping against the shore and the birds chirping nearby, pull me wide awake. I stretch out, my body sore in the most glorious ways. Forcing my legs to move, I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower, not really wanting to sleep away any more moments of this trip.
I wash thoroughly, touching my body and reminiscing about all the ways Cason made love to me last night. Made love? I’m not sure I can call it that, but his touch, the way he talked to me, wrapped around my heart and hugged. Everything about last night was beautiful, and touching, and not something I’m ready to quit. I don’t even want to think about how many days we have left, and that’s just not good.
Once washed, I dry, tug on my bathing suit, and grab my cover-up. I wander slowly through the cottage. Has Cason ever brought any other women here? Has he made love to them in the very same bed I just crawled out of? Ribbons of unease curl around my stomach and twist. Honestly, it shouldn’t bother me if he has. I mean he is known for his reputation, and heck, what we have isn’t special. We can’t even find one thing to do that we haven’t already done with someone else. Is it stupid that I asked about that? Probably, and I hate that it bothers me so much. The truth is, every time he touches me, looks at me and worships my body, he makes me feel special. Deep down, though, I’m smart enough to know I’m not.
Then again, maybe I am.
My ex’s words hurt, left me insecure, and while I like to think I’m over it, a confident woman, maybe all that uncertainty is lingering just below the surface, holding me back from telling the man how I feel about him. I work to push my worry and uncertainty down as I glance at the photos on the wall. I can’t help but smile, and maybe fall for him just a little tiny bit more. Is that even possible? I touch the frame of one picture to straighten it. Cason doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to hang photos of his childhood or his nephews. I can only assume Nina was behind this, trying to make his house a home.
If I lived here—.
I quickly cut off those thoughts. I can’t go there. We’re just pretending right? Or are we? My God, I am just so confused about everything. If I wasn’t so darn worried about messing things up and scaring him off, I’d come right out and ask.
I tug on my bathing suit cover-up and make my way downstairs to find Nina and Katee knocking on the front door of the cottage. “Good morning,” I say and swing it open. Sunshine and a warm summer breeze wash over me and help lighten my insides. This weekend is about having fun, not worrying over my future, so I’m going to shut down all those worrisome thoughts and do just that.
“You just getting up?” Katee asks as she adjusts her daughter Khloe in her arms.
“Yeah, late night.” I widen the door even more and wave them in, hoping they can’t see the blush crawling up my neck as I think about the reason I was up until the crack of dawn. “I need coffee.”
“I could use a cup,” Nina says. Katee steps in, and Nina closes the door behind them. She spreads her arms and takes a deep breath. “I love my boys, but my God it’s nice to be child-free for a few hours.”
Katee and I laugh at that, and she bounces her daughter. “I’m hoping when little missus here gets older, she’ll enjoy tagging along with the others.”
Nina looks past my shoulders, her gaze landing on a picture of her, Cason, and Cole, probably taken around ten years ago. She smiles, and it’s easy to tell her thoughts are a million miles away. “Cason took me everywhere with him,” she says.
“Really. I didn’t know that.” I start down the hall, and the women follow.
“He was a great big brother. I always thought I was a nuisance, but he liked having me around, even though he never came right out and said it.” A pause and then she continues with, “Is he still saying all the right things to you, Kinsley?” I steal a glance at her over my shoulder and note her curious grin.
“Ah, yeah, kind of. Let’s get that coffee going.” We make our way into the kitchen and I go straight for the coffee pot, needing the caffeine to wake me up. “Did you decorate this place?” I ask.
“I had a little help from my friends.”
“I love all the pictures. It’s so homey.” I bite my lip, wanting to ask more, wanting to ask how many women he’s brought here, but I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.
“The place would be all bare wa
lls if he had it his way. It needed a woman’s touch, and since he’s never brought a woman here, I had no choice but to do it myself. I’m glad you like it.”
My heart leaps at that little tidbit of information. As Nina eyes me, I try not to show any outward reaction, but I don’t think I’m pulling off casual by any means. The small smile on her face as she takes me in speaks volumes. I’m transparent. I didn’t even have to ask the question for her to know it was lingering on my tongue, dancing in my eyes.
Making herself at home, and really, it’s more Nina’s home than mine, she pulls the milk from the fridge. She looks at all the food before closing the door. “How much food did you bring?” she asks.
I laugh and open the cupboards until I find the mugs. I set three on the counter. “I thought it would be fun if I cooked for everyone tonight.”