Then his thumb is on the other side of my entrance, pushing my wetness up between my cheeks until he’s pressing against my rear entrance.
He rubs his thumb in a little circle. “Wish there was some lube in this first aid kit.” He applies more pressure. “When you’re feeling better, I’m going to claim this ass.” I moan louder than before. And I hear Hans unbuckling his belt. “When I do, you’ll take all of me.” I arch my back and push against him. “You’ll take every inch of my cock in this ass, and you’ll like it.”
I remember how good it felt the first time we were together. How good it felt to have his finger there.
“Take a deep breath for me.”
I do.
And as I’m inhaling, more liquid is splashed over my feet. It stings so badly tears form in the corners of my closed eyes, and I want to whimper. But then he pushes his thumb into me and jiggles his fingers inside me, and I can no longer feel the pain, only the pleasure.
“Such a good girl.” I feel his knees on the outside of my own as he gets closer. “My perfect Butterfly.”
The fingers inside my pussy spread, stretching me, and then something else, something bigger and blunter, pushes between them.
Hans pulls his fingers free from my channel as he pushes his hips forward, inch by inch, until his entire cock is inside me.
He groans, low and deep, and my pussy starts to throb.
“Fuck.” He slides out, his thumb mimicking his motion.
He slides back in.
“Hans.” I can’t stop myself from crying his name.
He brings his free hand around the front of my body until his fingers brush against my clit.
“We’re gonna practice for that baby now, okay, Cassandra?”
“Yes. Please,” I whisper into the floor.
“Your pussy is gonna suck the cum right out of me.”
Another slow pull out, but when he presses back in, he thrusts his hips hard.
My body bounces with the motion, but the arm hooked around my hips, the one with the fingers rubbing against my clit, holds me in place.
“You’re gonna sit on my lap, leaking my release out of your pretty little slit the whole plane ride home.” The finger in my ass pushes deeper, and I know he can feel his dick through the thin barrier as he thrusts in again. “And when we get home, I’m going to learn how to take that birth control out of your arm myself.”
He increases the pressure on my clit, and I start to tremble.
“And I’m going to remove it while I’m buried inside you.” His voice is so rough I know he’s just as close as I am. “We’re not going to waste another drop.”
His words are so filthy.
And I’m so close.
“Tell me you understand.”
I nod again, but I can’t form words anymore. All that comes out is a cry.
“Come for me, Butterfly. Flutter that pussy around my cock and pull me with you.”
He rolls my clit between his fingers, and I drag him over the edge with me, just like he told me to.
CHAPTER 128
Hans
Wrung dry and feeling happier than I can ever remember feeling, I tighten my arms around Cassandra, my Butterfly, my pretty little neighbor, and board the plane for home.
She tries to take her own seat, but I pull her into my lap, and by the time the aircraft leaves the ground, she’s fast asleep, her head lolling against my shoulder.
I watch the darkness grow outside the window and stroke my hand up and down Cassandra’s thigh.
I need to find the realtor who sold Cassandra 1304 Holly Court and give her a million dollars. Maybe four.
Nero and King are in the two seats across from me, so I kick my foot out toward the aisle, getting Nero’s attention.
He slowly turns to face me. “Yes?”
I nod past him to King, knowing he’s the digital guy. “Can you find someone for me and set up an anonymous transfer?”
King lifts a brow. “Can you not?”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t exactly have a computer these days.” Then I think about it. “I’ll need to scope out another hotel.”
Nero waves me off. “We already talked about it, you’re staying at my place tonight.”
“Savannah’s still there too,” King adds. “So we’ll crash in our usual room.”
Nero shrugs. “Whatever. Just don’t wake me up at five a.m.”
“That happened once. Get over it.” King shakes his head, then looks at me. “Who do you need me to find?”
“The realtor that sold Cassandra her old house. Kinda feel like I owe her.”
“Because you blew it up?” Nero jokes.
I give him the middle finger but admit, “I will need to find a realtor, but yeah, don’t really want to try and explain the circumstances to anyone who already knows Cassandra.”
Nero tips his head. “What sort of place are you looking for?”
I hug Cassandra to me as I answer. “Something big, lots of space for kids. And a big yard. Obviously fenced in and rigged for security.” I think about it. “Pool would be nice. I grew up with one and I miss it.”
Nero nods slowly. “Sounds like my neighbor’s place.”
“They selling?” I joke.
“I’m sure I can convince them to.”
“What? No. Nero, that’s—” I was going to say crazy, but crazy is kind of his brand.
He leans back against the seat and closes his eyes. “Tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 129
Hans
THREE DAYS LATER
“Baby, you need to calm down.” Cassandra pats my chest, and I trap her hand against my body. “They’re going to love this place.”
I blow out a breath and look around the grand entryway with the double staircase and multicolored blown glass chandelier.
“I don’t doubt that they’ll think it’s fine—”
“Fine?” Cassandra scoffs. “This is a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion with a pool, a seven-burner stove, and a greenhouse. It’s more than fine. We’re gonna have to kick them out when we want them to leave.”
I tug her against my body with my free hand. “Yeah, but the reason you don’t have your old house anymore is probably going to bother them.”
My girl knows her touch helps my nerves, so she slides her hand up the front of my T-shirt, resting her palm against my skin and giving me her warmth.
True to his word, the day after we landed, Nero walked over to his neighbor’s house—neighbor being a relative term since the lots are several acres—and told them I’d pay double the market value for them to leave the furniture—minus any heirlooms or things of sentimental value—and be out in twenty-four hours.
They did. I paid. And now this home belongs to us. Which is great. But her parents are on their way over for dinner, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Cassandra’s phone rings.
She pulls it out of her pocket and puts it on speaker, her mom’s name on the screen.
“You lost?” Cassandra asks.
“I think we must be.” She says something to Mr. Cantrell. “That address you sent, was it correct?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“This is Hans’s new house?” Mrs. Cantrell’s tone is understandably skeptical.
“Just tell Dad to pull up to the gate. They’ll let you in.”