by Lexie Miers
“It’s nice, I suppose. I like it here, but sometimes I miss the wide open spaces, knowing everyone in town.” I sighed. “To be honest, I’m still not used to the city life. I’ve always been a small-town girl.”
Liam smiled as he thrust his hands into his trouser pockets. “That’s the best kind anyway. Women in the city are ferocious and pretty tenacious when it comes to getting what they want. Give me a small-town girl any day.”
His lips grimaced, as though he were saying that those women were unpleasant.
“I don’t believe they’re all that bad. You’ve been here long enough. You probably have women lining up to date you,” I chuckled.
Liam scoffed and shook his head, and it was clear something was weighing on his mind. “Yeah, women just love someone who has a pending lawsuit for sexual harassment.”
My chest tightened with worry. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
“God, no. I don’t want to disgust you,” he sighed. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
“Like what?”
“We were supposed to be celebrating your new job, but it’s being screwed-up by all the shit I’m going through at the moment.”
I could feel Liam’s frustration, and it was authentic. “This isn’t a screw-up. I’m still here, even though I’m not quite sure why.”
Liam glanced down at me and stared for a while as though considering my words. We walked along the path in silence for a few seconds, then his hand brushed against mine.
I was pretty sure it was by accident, but my body responded in a way that it hadn’t tp anyone in a very long time.
Liam’s presence, his voice, everything about him called out to me, so loudly I couldn't deny it. My head was screaming at me to ignore the silly feelings, but I it was hopeless.
My entire body was alive with him by my side.
His hand touched mine again and this time it wasn’t by accident. I turned to look at him and he gazed down at me, his eyes sparkling. Moments we’d spent together flashed through my mind and it made me even more confused.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and then lightning crashed across the sky, which made both of us jump.
Liam glanced up at the threatening sky. “We have to go.”
I jumped again, not hearing him properly. “What?”
“We have to go. There’s a storm coming,” he pointed to the sky.
“Okay.”
We took a few steps in the direction of the car and rain began pouring from the heavens. I let out a squeal as goosebumps rose all over my skin, and we made a run for it across the through the park.
My hair was slicked to my head and I was shivering cold.
“Quick, follow me.” Liam grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the closest place with shelter.
It was a small, boutique hotel, a few blocks from out car.
“Oh my God, that came on us quickly.”
I laughed as I stared down at my outfit.
We were soaked from head to toe and as I met Liam’s gaze, we began laughing like a couple of school kids. I glanced back at the park, which I could barely see through the sheets of water falling from the sky. The rain was coming down in bucket loads.
I turned to Liam. “It looks like we might be here a while.”
“You want to get a room?”
I froze. Was he serious?
The audacity he had to think that I would get a hotel room with him.
I couldn’t even believe he’d suggested it. It was absurd.
And yet here we stood.
Having been given a second chance.
How could I say no to this?
So despite my misgivings, I found myself nodding. “Sure.” What did I have to lose?
Chapter Six
Liam
It was a longshot, of course, and part of me was joking.
But when she actually agreed, it shocked me into another dimension. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood at the front desk, handing my credit card to the young man on duty..
The guy handed my card back to me and retrieved the key card behind him. He placed it on the counter and slid it towards me. “Room seven.”
“Thank you.” I pocketed the card and turned to Cass, who stood by the door, looking at the rain falling outside. “Cass?”
She glanced over her shoulder, then turned to me. She didn’t say anything, but the atmosphere around us was electric with expectation.
She followed me down the long corridor leading to the staircase and I heard her laughing. “Stairs, stairs, everywhere,” I joked, which made her laugh even more.
We found our room quickly and as we stepped inside, I was pleasantly surprised. The inside of the room was well lit, with a large window overlooking historic Broadway. The king bed was covered in an unusually luxurious comforter, and plush, puffy pillows were stacked against the headboard two deep.
There was a small seating area with a loveseat and coffee table and a television mounted against the wall. Understated elegance was the theme, apparently
“This is nice,” Cass whispered and turned to me. “Who would have known it?”
I dug my hands onto my pockets and glanced at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you remember the night we were caught in that snowstorm at Adam’s uncle’s cabin in the mountains?” I asked.
“Of course. We were there for almost four days. I thought we were going to die for sure,” she answered.
“That’s a little a dramatic,” I chuckled. “Besides, I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
She was walking around the room now, glancing at the features as though she was interested, but I could feel her attention pinpointed on me. “We got pretty close those four days, didn’t we?” she asked softly.
“We did.”
The room filled with silence as our emotions permeated the air around us. Neither of us had the words to break through the strained atmosphere.
It had to be me. I was the one in the wrong.
I took a deep breath and said, “I get that you’re mad at me for leaving all those years ago, Cass, and I wouldn’t blame you for that.”
“I’m not mad, okay. I’m hurt. There’s a difference.”
“That’s worse,” I muttered.
It was like saying she was disappointed. There was so much more pain in the words.
“I was hurt when you left without even telling me why, or saying goodbye,” she said. “I’m still hurt.”
And I hated that. How did I make her understand? “I never wanted to hurt you, or cause you pain, or make you cry. At the time I thought it was the best thing to do for us both.”
She turned to glare at me. “That’s a lie, and we both know it. Something happened that made you leave and you were too afraid to tell me. You still are.”
Cass knew me too well. “You’re right. I was scared. I was a coward Cass, I...”
She held up her hand, “Just stop, okay.”
“No, it’s true. I loved you and I left you.”
Why couldn’t she believe the truth?
She turned on me with her eyes flaring wildly. “That’s bullshit. You wouldn’t have left if you really loved me!”
“I didn’t have a choice, Cass!”
“You always have a choice. You chose to leave,” she snarled. “And don’t call me that! You have no right, after everything you put me through!”
I wasn’t sure whether it was rage, passion, or a mix of both that caused me to storm forward, grab Cass’s waist and pull her close to me.
I had to make her understand.
She angrily grabbed onto my shoulders as though she was going to shake me. I froze as her fingers dug into my flesh, thinking she was going to push me away, but she didn’t.
Instead, her hands wrapped around my arms and she kissed me back, igniting my entire body.
Her lips were sweet, the warmth of her body making me ache for all the time we spent apart. Our kiss turned savage, all the an
ger and frustration from the last ten years had taken us over and turned into unbridled passion.
My body temperature soared as my lips traveled down her neck, her ragged breathing caressing my ear and her fingers raking through my hair.
I pressed her up against the wall, hearing something crash down onto the ground, but I didn’t care what it was.
Cass’s warm hands dropped away as my hands slid underneath her soft shirt and up to cup her full breasts. She moaned softly in my ear, which only made me want her more.
In one move, I slipped her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were even more amazing than I remembered.
I loosened her light pink lace bra with a flick of my wrist and the material fell away to expose her perfect flesh. I ran my lips along the outside of her breast then covered the nipple with my mouth and licked it slowly.
“Oh my God,” she moaned in my ear as her back arched against the wall, shoving her hips against my pelvis. My erection was hot and throbbing, waiting to be released.
Not yet.
I kissed her now erect nipple, removing my mouth from it, and reached for her pants. I slid them down her legs, as well as her panties, and watched as she bit her bottom lip.
I wasn't going to fuck her. Not yet, anyway.
First, I wanted to explore her slowly, in a way I’d never gotten the chance to do when we were young, foolhardy teenagers.
But Cass obviously hadn’t gotten the memo, because she began to undress me. She undid the buttons on my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.
I didn’t want to interrupt so I stood perfectly still for her as she ran her fingers along the skin of my torso, her blue eyes sparkling with intrigue and desire.
When her fingers paused at the waistband of my pants, I decided I needed to take control and scooped her up in my arms, then lay her down on the soft bedding.
I crouched down at the end of the bed and opened her legs, resting my hands on her thighs. Her breathing was ragged, as was mine, and as I kneeled on the ground between her thighs and looked up, our gazes caught.
“God, you’re beautiful, Cass.”
A smile trembled on her sweet lips, but she didn’t say anything as I lowered my mouth to her pussy, tasting her for the first time.
I groaned as her flavor exploded across my tongue, then I heard her let out a soft and satisfied sigh.
I’d been waiting forever to taste her and I was not disappointed. My tongue declared an invisible vow of love to her wet pussy while she squirmed and panted towards the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands grabbing at the sheets on the bed beside her.
I moved my lips away for a second so that I could slide a finger into her tight pussy and feel her grip me.
Damn, she felt incredible.
I slid my finger in and out of her slick channel, my mouth finding her swollen clit and gently sucking until she begged me.
“Liam... please... stop.”
But I didn’t.
I wanted her to come for me, over me.
I kept sucking and her hips raised again. I forced them down again, quickening the pace of my finger inside her before swirling it around in a circular motion. I found her g-spot quickly and concentrated on that area until her pussy tightened around my finger.
“Oh heavens,” she panted.
Her orgasm hit quickly. She arched up further, went breathless for a moment, then her pussy began to ripple and squeeze me while her belly shuddered.
I enjoyed her uncontrollable moans and gasps a moment longer before I slid my finger out and looked up at her flushed face.
I wanted to give her a second to catch her breath, but waiting was torture. My balls were aching, my cock was rock-hard, and all I wanted to do was bury myself in the welcoming wetness of Cass’s body.
Cass looked down at me and met my gaze with her own. “Please, Liam, fuck me.”
I’d never even imagined I’d hear those words from Cass’s mouth, but they turned me on too much. I stood up and watched as she clutched the sheets in her hands, her knuckles white.
I stepped away from the bed and quickly took off my pants.
She glanced up at me and I paused, staring down at her, beautiful face. She pushed herself up on her elbows and cocked her head. “What?”
“Say it again,” I murmured, and when she frowned at me in confusion, I grinned. “You know exactly what I want to hear.”
Cass pushed herself up so she was sitting on the bed, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and onto her breasts.
She pouted her lips. “Would you please fuck me, Liam?”
I couldn’t make either of us wait any longer.
I crawled onto the mattress and joined her on the bed. She pulled me down on top of her and pressed her naked body against mine.
Her fingertips skimmed over my skin, burning a trail of desire in their path. She brought her leg up, resting her calf on my hip, opening her wet pussy for me.
I wasn’t denying that invitation.
I leaned forward, lined the head up with the wet entrance to Cass’s body and slid my cock inside her.
A soft gasp escaped her mouth when I moved over her. I was directly on top of her now, looking down into her eyes, her ankle now resting on my shoulder.
She was wet and hot and so perfect.
I couldn’t hold back any more.
I thrust my cock deep inside her and Cass moaned loudly, again grabbing onto my shoulders and arching closer.
I leaned forward, pressing my hand against the headboard of the bed, burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Her breathing became ragged and she grabbed my shoulders tighter, forcing me down onto her.
I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she rolled us both over and climbed on top of me.
“God, you’re so hot, Cass.”
She smiled as lowered herself down on my cock once again and moved her hips, sending my already heightened nerves into overdrive.
I grabbed her hips and held them while she continued to ride me.
The more she moved, the closer she pushed me to the edge of exploding, but I held on for dear life. I didn’t want this to end—ever.
I tightened my grip on her and once again her pussy clenched around my cock. She was close, I could tell. Her face was turning a deeper shade of pink, her gasps were growing louder and her pussy rippled around me.
I pulled her torso down against mine and took control.
I planted my feet on the bed and thrust my hips upwards, fucking her from below as fast and hard as I could.
Her fingers dug into my skin as she groaned in my ear, “Oh, yes.”
She began to shake and squeeze me as another orgasm flowed inside her, but I didn’t stop fucking her. I couldn’t.
I was too close to stop now.
“Oh... fuck!” I couldn’t hold it.
I thrust up into her still pulsating pussy and exploded inside her. A groan was ripped from my throat as heat coursed along my cock.
She cried out above me in surprise as her body milked me, squeezing every drop of cum from my body.
My shaking muscles were giving up on me, so I relaxed and lowered my hips down onto the bed. My arms fell to my side, replete and exhausted.
Cass lay on top of me, panting for breath.
My cock was still nestled inside her and I didn’t want her to move.
Then I heard her break the moment, our tenuous connection disappearing with her sigh as she pushed herself upright.
I stared up at her, drinking in her beauty.
Her hands rested on my chest and a thin sheen of perspiration covered her skin. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked dazed from her orgasm.
My heart nearly burst. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t hide from the truth anymore.
I was still in love with her.
Not even ten years without her could change it. Truth be told, Cass had always
been with me, in my heart.
She caught my gaze and cocked her head. “Everything okay?”
I nodded. “Everything’s perfect.”
A slow smile formed on her lips as she quietly nodded in agreement, and slid off me to roll onto her back beside me, grabbing the sheet and covering herself.
“Oh, now you’re shy,” I joked.
My stomach tightened when she gave me a half-hearted smile.
I wanted to ask what was wrong, what was going on in her mind, but I didn’t. Mostly because I didn’t want to know the answer.
So instead, I relished the silence—albeit awkward—by just being with her.
I lay still and the moments ticked on, the atmosphere getting colder and more stale.
Not even our first time in the back of my dad’s truck had been this awkward afterward. It had been awkward, don’t get me wrong. Most first times are, but this was different. It was as if the post-orgasmic high had ended too soon and now we were faced with the reality of the situation.
“The rain stopped,” she pointed out quietly.
I nodded. That was one way to break the silence, I supposed.
“I should probably take you home.” I sat upright and slid off the bed.
“Yeah.”
We got dressed in silence, somehow avoiding eye contact with one another altogether, which made me uneasy. Was she ashamed?
The ride home was just as bad. We didn’t speak at all, and she spent most of the drive staring out the window.
I was worried. Mostly about what she was thinking.
Cass had always been ruled by her head. It made her intelligent, but it also meant that she liked to be in control of every situation.
She wasn’t one to take a risk, and what we had done was definitely not calculated, or planned in any way.
The radio played softly in the background, and as fate would have it, or whatever twisted force ruled the world, our favorite song when we were together started to play on the radio.
I noticed her shoulders relax, but as I opened my mouth to say something, she immediately tensed again.
It’d be better if I didn’t say anything, I knew. If I did say something, I would fuck everything up completely, and perhaps, for good.
Plus, it appeared she was close to tears.
I may not have been a part of her life for ten years, but I still knew all her facial expressions, including the one where she was about to cry.
