My eyes shot open. Cassie’s knees grazed the inside of my legs, and her heels met her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried in excitement at the sight of a very real Cassie kneeling between my legs and running her hand up my thigh until it met my balls.
Apparently, I hadn’t been dreaming at all.
Her mouth closed around me again, her eyes peeking up to meet mine, and I came right then.
Something about the mix of the surprise, her mouth, and the weight of her unabashed eyes on mine made it impossible to hold back. No doubt I sprayed the back of her throat with the strength of my orgasm, but she just swallowed, making her neck bob explicitly.
Phil snorted at the foot of the bed. Cassie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed down to the end to get him. All while I lay there trying to come back into my right mind. Good God, I was lost in her. In the way she surprised me constantly and never held back. She wasn’t embarrassed to be bold, and it made me want to foster it—to constantly create an environment where she never felt the need to be anything but herself.
As soon as Phil was up on the bed, he scrambled forward, and I threw the top sheet over my slowly softening dick. “I’m glad you didn’t see that, buddy.”
Cassie smirked, and I rubbed at Phil’s head, still a whole lot in shock.
“What’s going on?”
“I just dominated that blow job.”
“You did, honey,” I agreed on a grin. “But what did I do to earn it?”
“Nothing yet. It’s what you’re going to do.”
I shook my head and smiled. “And what would that be?”
“We’re going camping.”
The smile fell from my face just a tiny amount. I caught it before it went too far, but she noticed. “Oh, come on. I went skydiving with you.”
“I had to drag you into the plane,” I pointed out as I worked to close all of the thoughts of my past back in their pretty little box. Trust. Cassie didn’t know the details of Margo’s death, but right now, she didn’t need to. It would only make her feel bad about something she had absolutely no reason to blame herself for. The last thing I wanted was to hold her accountable for Margo’s actions. I couldn’t think of anything that would piss me off more if the roles were reversed.
I forced my mind back to her, that moment, and the words coming out of her mouth.
“Yeah, that was pretty fucked up now that I think about it.”
“You ended up enjoying yourself,” I pointed out, picking up her hand and twisting her engagement ring with my fingers. She looked down at the gesture and smiled.
“Exactly. And you’re going to have fun now. Everyone is coming. Kline, Georgia, Wes, Will. Even Frankie and Claire.”
I took a deep breath and smiled for her.
Her own happiness intensified. Phil snorted.
“Oh, and Phil. Sorry, Philmore. I didn’t forget you, I swear,” she amended.
“So when do we leave?”
“Right now. You have time for a shower.”
“Do I have time for a shower with you?”
“No.”
I ran my tongue along my top lip and then bit into the bottom.
“Okay,” she caved. “There’s definitely time for the special shower.”
The sun was at full strength, and the humidity was set to fucking mist when we pulled into the campsite that afternoon. It was a perfect recipe for severe storms, and by the way Kline jumped out of the car with Georgie like there was a fire under his ass, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.
I glanced back to Frankie in the back seat, and his green eyes said he knew what I was thinking. “We better bust a nut, dude.”
“Yep. I’m guessing we’ve got an hour, tops, before it pours.”
“What are you guys, meteorologists?” Cassie scoffed while Phil snorted his way around the floorboard at her feet.
“It’s a fucking sauna outside,” I explained. “It’s not like I had to calculate the atmospheric pressure and wind shear.”
“What?” Claire asked.
“Don’t ask, baby,” Frankie advised.
“What?” I laughed. “You don’t like my above-average interest in weather, Franklin?”
“Oh, my God,” Cassie cried. “You’re a weather geek.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“I’m engaged to a fucking nerd.”
Claire laughed, and Frankie gave me a pat on the shoulder. “It had to come out sometime, buddy.”
“Fuck you guys.”
“Aw, don’t be sad, Thatcher. Come on. Turn me on. What’s the force calculation for my pussy?”
The answer poured out without planning. “Your pussy is usually stationary, and since force is mass times acceleration, it’s really my cock that possesses the force in our equation.”
“Oh, my God,” she squealed. “It’s like I don’t even know you.”
A tiny twinge of something panicked at the thought that maybe she didn’t know me. What if she found out something that made her decide to move on? I didn’t know if I could take it.