Big Man’s Happily Ever After

by Wylder, Penny

  Fuck talking to Casey tomorrow. I need to see him tonight. When I turn, my dad is smiling so wide it looks like he’s going to split his face in half. “I knew you still had a crush on him.”

  I roll my eyes. “Happy?”

  “Very.”

  He hugs me as I pass. “She’ll be all right. Go see him.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  I go out the back door. The fields seem to disappear under my feet far faster than the last time that I made this trek. In no time the house comes into view, but Casey isn’t there. I know he’s not because I can hear the music coming from the barn. Loud, blaring, a beacon.

  He’s splitting wood, every strike downwards of the axe is brutal. Powerful. And he takes my breath away. I’m terrified that he’ll say no because I hesitated. But like hell am I going to let us miss out on one more day if he wants me.

  The music in the barn stops.

  Casey looks up and sees me, and my heart stops.

  17

  Casey

  The music in the barn stops, and I heave one more swing of the axe down, splitting the log in two. My body is starting to complain, but I don’t want to stop. Until I see Carley standing there staring at me.

  My heart is in my throat, nervous. Why is she here? Is she all right? I take out my ear plugs so that I can hear her.

  Her voice wavers when she speaks. “Do you—” she hesitates. “Do you really love me?”

  “More than anything.”

  I drop the axe and cross the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. This time I don’t plan on ever letting her go.

  The words are muffled but I still hear them. “I love you too.”

  I’m kissing her hair and drawing my hands down her spine. I’m telling her how much I fucking love her in words that I don’t even register because they’re just pouring out of me. Things I never thought I would have the chance to say. And Carley is clinging to me, holding on for dear life.

  “He’s gone,” she says, pulling back. “Tyler’s gone. He asked me to marry him again, and I said no. I told him I never wanted to see him again and my father threw him out of the house.”

  I try not to smile and fail completely. “Kind of wish I had accepted your dad’s invitation to dinner. I would have liked to see that.”

  “It was better you didn’t.” She leans her head on my chest. “It didn’t exactly go well. Mom was angry, but I put my foot down.”

  “I’m proud of you.” I am. I knew she could do it if she decided. And it had to be her decision. I would never force her to love me.

  “The thought of going back there with him…it made me sick. Like I was going to be more trapped than I would be here. He didn’t miss me, he missed what I was for him. And it’s not Elgin I hated, it’s people trying to control my life. But I’m not going to let them do that anymore.” She grins. “So if it’s okay with you, I’d love for you to be my date to the fireworks.”

  “Yes. Absolutely. Yes.”

  I kiss her, craving the taste after what feels like forever. How has it only been a day? A day is far too long for what I feel for her. I lift her into my arms, and this time she doesn’t protest that she’s too heavy. She just smiles and lets me carry her to the house—our house, if she wants it to be.

  There’s nothing to stop for. We go straight to the bedroom. I’m sure there’s more we have to talk about, but we’re going to do it in my bed, and naked. It’s when Carley can finally let go, and right now, she needs to let go more than ever.

  This time she doesn’t hesitate, shedding her clothes when I set her down. We’re both naked in seconds, falling onto the bed together. “I’m sorry,” she says.

  “For what?”

  “For leaving last night. I should have stayed.”

  I kiss her softly. “You needed to hear what he had to say.”

  “But I hurt you. I didn’t really mean it when I said it was just sex. I was just…scared of it.”

  Running my hands down the side of her body, I note how I love her curves. The softness of her hips and ass. That are now mine. “It’s okay to be scared. And I would never force you. I want you to know that.”

  “I do know. You’re not him. You’re…everything.”

  I need more of her sweetness. The taste of her skin. I run my lips across her collar bone, turning her over so I can lick my way down her spine. “I do have one question.”

  “I’ll try to answer, but you’re very distracting.”

  “Are you still planning on going back to Chicago?”

  Carley flips under me so she can meet my eyes. “No. I can’t imagine that now. I’ll have to go to get my things, but other than that…I want to be here.”

  “That’s a good answer.” I grin.

  She blushes pink, and I moan. “Fuck I love the way you blush. I want you this color all the time.”

  Carley’s eyes darken. “Really?”

  “Really. I could tell you every single thing I love about your body. But that would take some time. That doesn’t mean I can’t tell you a little bit along the way, though.”

  “Along the way to what?”

  I just smile and reach for her breasts. “I love the way these fit in my hands. They’re perfect to squeeze and let me tell you something, there’s nothing quite like that feeling.” Her nipples harden as I run my thumbs over them. “I love watching them do that.”

  Slowly I lower my mouth until my lips are barely brushing one nipple. “I love the way your breath changes when I do this.” I suck it into my mouth rolling her nipple between my teeth and swirling my tongue over it.

  Carley moans, reaching for me, but she can’t hold onto me for long. I tease her other nipple until she arches up, offering her breasts to me like a gift, and I consume them. One and then the other and back again, until there’s nothing but the sound of her enjoying herself.

  “I’d like to fuck these sometime.”

  Her eyes fly open. The words sink in and I see her process them. “Yes.”

  I can’t hold back my smirk. “You’re far naughtier than anyone realized, Carley Farrell.”

  “I’m far naughtier than I realized. I had no idea I’d like it when you hold me down.”

  Pressing my lips into the valley between her breasts, I laugh against her skin. “I have plans for that.” She gasps when I bite her gently.

  “Care to tell me what they are?”

  “Nope.”

  I move my mouth, following the line of her body to the side where her waist flares to her hips. “I love this part of you. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  Carley’s hands sink into my hair, gripping by the roots. No words, just silent yearning and asking.

  “I love your skin,” I tell her, drifting down across her stomach until I reach her hips. And further, pushing her legs apart. “And I love your pussy.”

  She flushes pink again. A shade that matches exactly what I’m looking at. She’s already shining with wetness, that delicate female scent nearly driving me crazy. I could spend a lifetime between this woman’s legs and die happy. My cock is already hard just thinking about the fact that I get more time with her—hopefully every day.

  The first taste of her makes me groan, and her gasp is music to my ears. “I love the way you taste.”

  Those are the only words that I pull back to say before I thoroughly consume her. Starting slow, I just barely touch her, savoring the way her muscles jump under my hands in anticipation. Kisses to the insides of her thighs followed by bites that make her startle.

  Closer and closer, until I kiss the very edge of her pussy and Carley is desperately trying to keep still while her hips want to move and ask for more.

  I kiss her clit, rolling my lips over it and sucking it deeper, focusing all my attention on that little bundle of nerves that can make her scream.

  And I want her to scream.

  Gentle suction gives me a low moan. The sound is pure lust in my ears. I’m so hard diamonds could shatter on my dick. God, I love tha
t sound.

  More. I lick around her and down to where I can taste her rich flavor, sweet and deep. Exactly the way I like it. She shudders when I push my tongue inside her. She seemed to like this last time. And slowly, I fuck her with it. She looks down at me, and I look up her body to fuck her with my eyes too.

  “Oh God.” Her head falls back on the pillows.

  I make a sound and yank myself away from her pussy. “Watch me.”

  Her eyes slip back to mine.

  “Watch me taste you, and how much I love it.”

  Carley’s eyes are glazed over with arousal, but she looks at me, sitting up on her elbows to follow my instruction.

  Pushing her legs as wide as they can possibly go, I fuck her with my tongue again. I lick her pussy from bottom to top in strokes that cover all of her. I suck her swollen clit before biting down on it. Every movement I make brings her closer, breaths shallow.

  “Should we count your orgasms?” I ask softly.

  “I don’t know. Why?”

  “Because I plan on you having at least five.”

  Carley laughs. “That’s…impossible.”

  I smirk at her. “Challenge accepted.”

  Sealing my mouth over her, I work her clit in fast strokes, watching her, feeling when she jumps until her eyes are rolling back, unable to watch me anymore. “Fuck.”

  I don’t stop, driving her higher and higher until she goes taut, shivering and shuddering as her first orgasm rolls in. Carley fists her hands in the comforter, holding on as the pleasure rocks her, and I keep licking her clit until she sags down on the bed. “One.”

  “And that’s enough,” she says, laughing.

  “I disagree.”

  She’s so wet it’s easy to slip a finger inside her, and then two, curling them up and stroking along until I find the rough spot that I’m looking for. Carley’s eyes shoot open, suddenly wide. “What the fuck is that?”

  I laugh, and don’t answer. That’s what I thought. A bastard as selfish as Tyler would have never tried to find her G-spot. I’m going to enjoy watching her experience this.

  Stroking along that sensitive flesh, I line my fingers up and thrust them directly into that spot. Over and over again. The reaction is instantaneous. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

  Carley is squirming on my hand, moving around like it’s too much. I place a hand low on her belly and fuck her faster, ready to send her into utter bliss.

  A scream rips out of her, pussy clamping down on my hand as she comes a second time. It’s hard and fast, but she’s still writhing. So I don’t stop, changing the rhythm and angle until I feel her go over a third time, cries echoing the walls of my bedroom.

  Of our fucking bedroom.

  “Casey.” my name on her lips is the best thing in the world. I ease her down from the orgasm, slowing and gently pulling back from her. “That was three.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Maybe I am. But I’m in love with you, and this is just one of the many, many ways that I’m going to show you how.”

  “What about you?” She’s looking at my erect cock. It’s straining toward her like it knows that’s where it can find release.

  But it doesn’t matter. “I don’t care. I could spend all night making you come and be fine. Hell, that might be the best option.”

  Mischief shines in her eyes. “I disagree.” She sits up, kissing me deeply and running her tongue along mine. Fuck it’s hot. How did I get this lucky? That Carley would come back into my life and be this perfect. This beautiful and brave? I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking the universe that it happened.

  She pulls me to the edge of the bed and sits me down. “Last time, you stopped me before I could finish,” she says, kneeling between my legs. “Don’t do that this time.”

  “No promises,” I say. “I like being inside you.”

  One eyebrow raises. “You like the way I taste. Give me a chance to find out what you taste like.”

  I’ve never finished in her mouth and thinking about it makes me even harder. “Okay. You win.”

  “You should get used to that,” she says with a grin. “I plan to win a lot.”

  “As much as you want,” I grit out. Her fingers are already on my skin and I’m not going to last long if she keeps touching me like that. “I already won. I got you.”

  18

  Carley

  Adrenaline sings in my veins and my heart pounds in my chest. Casey looking down at me like that is going to make me spontaneously combust, and he’s already made me come three times. I honestly didn’t think that was possible. I can’t remember ever coming that many times in a row. But the pleasure crashed down on me like a tsunami, and I couldn’t hold it back.

  I want to return that pleasure back to him.

  Casey’s cock is hot and heavy in my hands. And so hard, I can’t believe it. The fact that this man wants me so much…it takes my breath away. And he didn’t even question the fact that I left him last night like that. Just pulled me into his arms and kissed me in a way that could set the world on fire.

  Stroking my hand up and down his shaft, I watch the way his eyes close and the muscles in his stomach tighten. Casey’s hands grip the edge of the bed furiously. I can’t stop the smile on my face. He’s already in the midst of pleasure and I haven’t even started.

  All the comparisons in my mind are gone. Casey is so far and above anyone else, I don’t care. Those thoughts aren’t welcome anymore, and I’m fucking happy that they’re gone.

  I press a kiss to the head of his cock. It’s hot, ready, and Casey sucks in a breath when I take it into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his head where I know there’s a sensitive place, and he swears under his breath.

  Yes. That’s what I want.

  Releasing him, I do exactly what he did with me: I take my time. Slowly moving downward, I taste his skin, moving around until there isn’t an inch of him that I haven’t licked. Long strokes from base to tip, like he’s a lollipop. An ice cream cone.

  I do like the way he tastes, rich and deep and entirely male.

  Remembering last time, I sink lower and touch his balls. The second my lips are on his skin, Casey’s hands sink into my hair. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Fuck, no.” His voice is ragged. I laugh, then gently suck on his balls. One and then the other, back and forth, looking up and watching Casey’s breath go short. His fingers jerk in my hair like he wants to pull me closer and pull me back at the same time. God, the look on his face is beautiful.

  I like watching him come undone.

  Moving back to his cock, I take him into my mouth. He’s big—thick—and I can’t take all of him but I’m going to try to take as much as I can. It’s a challenge, and I would love to see Casey’s eyes pop out of his head if I take all of him.

  I make a note for later. Something to work toward.

  Right now I dive down onto his shaft before dragging my lips back to the tip. And again. And again. I set up a rhythm, dropping down and pulling back savoring the groan that’s pulled from Casey with every flick of my tongue.

  His hands tighten in my hair, and he moves with me, guiding my mouth to the place that makes him feel good. I surrender to that control, letting him help me. I want to know what makes him come.

  Deeper and faster I dive down onto him, taking more of him than I thought I could until my mouth is full, lips stretched. Casey curses again, hips jerking up. He’s fucking my mouth, taking what he needs, and I love it.

  I’m wet for him, can’t wait for him to be inside me again. But I need this too.

  Casey yells his release, heat splashing across my tongue. He tastes deep and sweet with just a hint of salt. I swallow him down, drinking him in. A promise that I’ll always do this for him.

  He looks down at me in awe, completely overwhelmed. When he speaks his voice is rough. “You’re very good at that.”

  I smirk. “And I haven’t had that much practice. I’ll only get better.”<
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  He pulls me onto the bed with him. “He’ll never understand what he lost when he decided that you weren’t worth it.”

  “Because I give good blowjobs?”

  “Because you’re fucking amazing. And I want you to do whatever the hell you want. If you want to stick roses in vases, that’s what you do. If you decide you want something completely different, we’ll find a way to make it happen.”

  I smile down at him, unable to keep it off my face. There’s so much happiness inside me that I think it’s about to burst out of me like a thousand fireflies, glowing and gorgeous. I’m lit up from the inside all because of him.

  “I love you.”

  Casey runs a hand through my hair.

  “Really, I know I only said it muffled in your shirt, but I want you to know now. I love you. Completely. Entirely. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

  He smiles, pulling me down and switching our positions so he’s over me, legs straddling my hips. “I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time,” he says softly. “If I’d been less embarrassed, maybe this would have been us for years and not days.”

  “We can’t change what’s already happened. Do I wish that I’d spent the last ten years with you?” My breath catches. “Of course I do. But maybe something would have happened, and we wouldn’t be where we are now. Maybe this was the way that it had to happen. I’m just glad that I found you. Thank fuck for the “1812 Overture.”

  He laughs before his face changes. Suddenly serious. “You are so beautiful.”

  I blush, and then blush harder knowing that he likes it when I do. “You should look in a mirror.”

  Casey lifts my legs, pressing them upward so that I’m nearly bent in half and wholly exposed for him. He presses into me, the position making him feel so, so much bigger. And he’s already huge. He sinks into my pussy until he’s buried, hips pressing up against my ass and his face now close to mine. “One day, I’m going to give you a compliment, and you’re going to say thank you instead of deflecting it.”