Tenn’s mouth comes down onto mine, and he kisses me slowly. He kisses me deeply, all tongue and soft lips, his goatee scratching at my face. I raise my legs, bend my knees, and tilt my hips to take him in deeper.
He moves in and out of me slowly… hips rolling at a deliberately slow pace… kissing me the entire time. He kisses me so thoroughly that I’m not sure where his tongue ends and mine starts. Between the movement of his cock tunneling in and out of me and his mouth possessing mine, I start to get overwhelmed with sensations.
I take stock of the way our breaths come out in long, harsh pants, listening intently to the grumbling inside his chest that every stroke produces. I feel my pulse pounding frantically within my veins. All while he moves with measured, slow strokes that seem to cause every nerve within me to burst in pleasure.
I realize all of a sudden… Tenn is making love to me.
A brief moment of panic inundates me, robbing me of my breath, but I refuse to succumb to it. I push it away and forbid it from coming back.
I’m changing, damn it, and I like these feelings far more than I’m afraid of them.
I listen.
I feel.
I reciprocate.
Tenn pushes in and out of me for what seems like hours and builds me up to a slow orgasm. When I start to come, I wrap my arms around his neck tight and cry out his name.
Then Tenn follows me over the edge with one hard push deep inside, and he starts pulsing jets of his pleasure into me. His face buries into my neck, his fingers grip my hair, he collapses on top of me and groans, “Casey… fuck… I’ll never get enough of you.”
And I realize that this is okay with me.
I’m completely fine with a man proclaiming some type of dependence upon me.
I’m absolutely and utterly at peace with the fact that I don’t want to run and hide from these emotions.
So very fucking weird, but there you have it. This amazing man fucking broke my boundaries… and now I have to figure out what to do with all the pieces.
Tenn rolls to the side while wrapping his arms around me. Rolling with him, I keep one leg wrapped tightly around his hip so that he doesn’t slip free of me. I like the feel of him inside of me bare. I want to prolong that feeling.
Palming the back of my head, Tenn pushes my face into his neck where I can feel the pounding of his heartbeat through his jugular right at my cheekbone. With every beat, it starts to slow and become more relaxed.
“Let’s cuddle just a moment,” he says sleepily. “And if we happen to fall back asleep, that would be cool too.”
“Cuddle?” I ask with mock confusion. “I’ve heard of that concept but not sure I really understand what it means.”
I can feel the rumble of laughter in his chest, and Tenn embraces me affectionately. “Oh, Goldie… I have so much to teach you.”
Smiling, I burrow in deeper to him… press a kiss to his neck… wrap my leg tighter around his hip. This isn’t so bad. This isn’t nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be.
Am I at risk now to get hurt?
No, not really.
Because as much as I enjoy Tenn and his affections, as much as I have come to crave him physically, I’m not ever going to let my heart get tied up in this. I’m going to keep it removed… locked deep in an area that I keep reserved only for my family and close friends. Tenn may have busted my boundaries but there’s no way I’m ever going to let him bust the walls I’ve put up around my heart. It’s just too precious to me to trust it to him or any other man.
“You’re not relaxing, Casey,” Tenn mumbles. “I can feel your body stiffening, and I’m sorry… but cuddling requires absolute relaxation.”
I force my muscles to unclench… I melt in a little closer to him.
“That’s better,” he praises me, and then starts stroking my lower back with his hand. And wow… this cuddling sure feels good. “What do you want to do today?” he asks.
I give a little shrug. “I have to go in to work at noon, and then I’m off at six.”
“Then how about this?” Tenn says in a soothing voice. “As soon as I regain feeling in my legs, because damn, woman… that was the fucking bomb coming inside you like that, we go take a shower together. And in that shower, I’m feeling so generous that I’m going to eat you out until you come on my face. Then you may or may not choose to suck my dick, but I’ll leave that up to you, because I’m not one that necessarily believes in quid pro quo. Then we’ll go out to breakfast, my treat, and yes… that would be considered a date so suck it up and get over it. Then you go to work and when you get off, I’ll take you to dinner, and yes… that also would be a date. If you’re good, and you don’t complain, we’ll come back here and I swear I’ll give you at least four orgasms before we go to bed. Five if you’re a really good girl and beg for it. Sound good?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I will not let my heart get tied up with this man. I will not let my heart get tied up with this man. I will not let my—
Crap. I’m doomed.
Chapter 14
Tenn
I fucking love the feel of Casey on my bike behind me. Her body pressed in tight, her arms securely around my waist, and sometimes, she lays her cheek on my back… yeah, that’s the shit.
We’re heading to The Last Call for Andrea’s “surprise” birthday party that ended up not being a surprise at all because she stopped by for a visit to Gabby and Hunter’s house and saw her cake on the table. And because it’s not a surprise anymore, I don’t feel guilty in the slightest that Casey and I are going to be a little late since I had the overwhelming urge to play around with her while we took a shower together.
It’s not my fault really. I would have left her alone except while I was rooting around underneath her sink for some shaving cream since I’d run out, I found her handy-dandy waterproof vibrator, and there was absolutely no way I was going to pass up the wet opportunity to use it on her. So instead of shaving, I crawled into the shower behind her and put it to good use on Casey. And what do you know? She wasn’t upset in the slightest that we were going to be running late.
Even though it’s nearing seven PM, it’s still plenty light out with the high summer sun. It’s really warm… unbearably hot actually because of the humidity, so the wind blowing over us is welcome on the ride. I’m finding I really like this area of North Carolina and the small community of Nags Head in particular. While the differences between coastal North Carolina and the Teton Mountain range where I’m from are like night and day, there are a lot of similarities between small town life, no matter where you’re located.
On the left up ahead, I see a large, white sign with big, block, red letters that says “Commercial Property - For Sale”. I’ve been down this road several times since The Last Call sits on it, but I hadn’t noticed that sign before. It draws my attention now and as we pass by, I see a huge, abandoned garage with four bays.
I immediately slow my bike, feeling Casey’s body press in closer to me with the loss of momentum. A quick check of my rearview mirror and I make a controlled U-turn.
When I pull into the parking lot of the garage, I can immediately see the metal building is fairly new. To the right of the garage bays sits a windowed office. I pull my bike up close to the office portion, turn it off, and place the kickstand. Reaching a hand back over my shoulder, Casey automatically grabs it. I help her swing a leg over to dismount, and then I do the same.
“Why did you stop here?” she asks as I start walking up to the office. I put my face to the glass, cup my hands around my eyes, and peer in.
“Just thought I’d check it out,” I say distractedly. The interior is furnished with a built in u-shaped reception desk, shelving, and seating for about five people.