Page 72 of Beg for You

She screamed again, coming hard underneath me, clinging to me. Her thighs tried to slam together against my sides as she shuddered through it. There was no way I could keep it together after watching her come apart for me like that.

A rough groan exploded from me as I poured myself into her, filling her with all of me, loving the way she jolted and whimpered as her clenching pussy milked my pulsing cock dry.

I dropped my forehead to hers, panting, our sweat-slicked bodies fused together. “I fucking love you, Cassy.” The words seemed small, nothing compared to the way I felt about her, but they were all I had to make her understand.

Her hands moved to either side of my neck, curling in. She licked her lips, her hot panted breaths brushing mine.

“I fucking love you, too,” she whispered with a bright smile on her face.

And I could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes, that she was right there with me, that nothing was more important than this, than us.

“Jesus, baby, I need to paint you just like this,” I said. “The way you look right now.”

Her smile brightened. “How do I look right now?”

“Like the Cassy you were always meant to be. My Cassy.”

She ran her thumb over my whiskered jaw, eyes glistening. “You set her free.”

I kissed her lips gently. “And I’m going to make sure my princess keeps on flying.”

Epilogue

Cal

Six months later

I strode across the field and walked into the barn.

Cassy had just removed Tierra’s saddle and looked up, a smile covering her precious face as soon as she saw me. She came straight for me.

“I didn’t expect you for another hour. Didn’t you have someone booked in this afternoon?” She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face against my chest then tilted her head back for a kiss.

I took her mouth hungrily. I was always hungry for her. “Bull offered to stay and do it for me.”

“I thought he had a band playing at the bar tonight?”

I tucked her hair behind her ear. “He does, but he could see I was going stir crazy.” I ran my thumb over her cheek, brushing away some dirt. “He says hi, by the way.”

She smiled. “I’ll have to bake him a cake as a thank you.”

“Christ, he might fall in love with you if you start cooking for him. I think that’s the only way to that man’s heart.”

Her smile softened. “I think there’s someone who already poses a pretty serious threat to it.”

I frowned. “Who?”

“Quinn.”

Huh. Bull definitely seemed preoccupied when Quinn was around, but I wasn’t sure his feelings for her were more than just him being protective over his best friend’s sister. But then who the fuck knew with Bull? The man was a closed book these days. “If that’s the case, he’s going about shit the wrong way…scowling and grunting at the girl all day. They’re complete opposites. Quinn’s good with people, knows how to have an actual conversation. Bull…doesn’t.”

Cassy chuckled. “You never know. Opposites sometimes work very well.”

I grinned down at her. “Yes, they do.”

One of her fingers drew circles on my chest, making it hard to think. “So this is it? You’ve brought the last of it?”

“Yep. Last load.” I’d officially moved out of the apartment above the shop today and into the ranch.