Shaken, Not Stirred

I tighten the lead on the reins just a fraction and Whiskey immediately responds, slowing into a trot that almost has me coming immediately as Casey’s body starts slamming hard on my dick. My balls ache because every crash down on me also crushes my poor nuts against the saddle, but the feeling of her bouncing up and down on my cock feels way better than the pain of it.

Casey and I have absolutely no control over our bodies. This is all Whiskey’s choppy pace that has Casey fucking me harder than I’ve ever been ridden before, and when she starts grunting with every downward thrust, I feel my bruised balls start to tighten.

Pressing her face into my neck, I feel wetness there as Casey mutters against me, “So good. So good,” and then her fingers grab my hair and she jerks my head hard as she screams my name while she starts coming all around me.

My own explosion bursts forth, and I pull hard on the reins so Whiskey comes to an immediate halt. Casey sags as I straighten my legs in the stirrups and thrust up into her one more time while I start to unload, grunting out my pleasure like a fucking caveman. My entire body shudders, and I look up to the sky to see it looks impossibly bluer. The clouds miraculously fluffier.

My heart definitely feels infinitely fuller.

I grasp onto the back of Casey’s neck and pull her away from me. She looks at me with muddled eyes and cheeks flushed a lovely pink.

“You okay?” I pant hard, stroking my thumb up the side of her throat.

Her lips curl and then part, rewarding me with a beautiful smile. She nods and murmurs in a shaky voice, “I insist we have sex like that more often. It’s a damn good reason for me to move here to be with you.”

I laugh, pull her into me, and squeeze her tight, then just as quickly tug on her so I can see her face again. My lips find hers and I take her mouth sweetly, pouring every bit of my heart into it. She sighs in contentment and murmurs my name against my tongue.

Casey pulls back marginally and smiles… as bright as the Wyoming sky. “I love you, Te

My heart squeezes in pleasure and equal parts sadness. It’s because I love her and know now that she loves me that I need to do something that she might not quite understand.

“Casey… baby,” I say quietly, holding her neck firmly so she looks at me. “I love you too. But you can’t stay here with me.”

Chapter 27

Casey

“Are you still pissed at Te

I’ve been back from Wyoming for almost two weeks now and things aren’t going well. And even though my preference in times such as these are to hide away with my thumb stuck firmly in my sucking mouth, I’ve decided to come out of hiding and join the real world again. My first order of business was accepting Mom’s di

Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “I’m definitely fucking cranky with him.”

Brody laughs and nudges me with his shoulder. “Have you heard from him lately?”

“No,” I say sullenly and viciously scrub at the spatula. “It’s been three days.”

Three long miserable days without any word from Te

Now that we’re apart, he’s drifted away, and I’m so thoroughly confused and depressed, I’m doubting every single emotion the man had once made me feel.

Two weeks ago, he packed me onto a plane and told me that he needed time to figure out what to do with the mess that had been dealt to him. He told me that I couldn’t stay there with him because I would only be a distraction, but then he did say something unbearably sweet and which provided me with a small measure of hope.

“I need you back in North Carolina, Goldie, so I have something to work for. I need you there to make me bust my ass to get back to you.”

So, I accepted that and with my heart sad over leaving him but hopeful that we would be together again, I left.

And at first, it was fine. I missed him terribly both body and soul, but I was sustained with nightly phone calls. Random texts during the day fueled me on.

I love you.

I miss you.

Can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you again.

He was romantic and utterly filthy in turns, and that first week wasn’t so bad.

Te

At first, I was buoyed by the fact that Woolf seemed to have finally stepped up to the plate. He assured Te

But then the calls started slacking and logically, I knew this was because Te

If Woolf couldn’t manage it on his own, then would Te

And then the thing that weighed heaviest upon me was the fact that if Te

Four days ago, he called me really late at night and told me that he and Woolf were flying to Chicago to meet with some investment bankers at the urging of the attorneys. It was felt that perhaps the easiest thing would be to take the company public, which would alleviate some of the management responsibilities on the two brothers. I took this to mean that perhaps the attorneys weren’t confident in either Woolf or Te

But Te

He was suffering under the same confusion and muddled thinking that I was, and frankly… it just plain fucking sucked.

I got a text the following morning that he had landed in Chicago… and that was the last time I’d heard from him.

And because I’m not one to sit around and wonder what the hell was going on, I called Te

I was met by utter silence and every day that has passed since, my anger started building until I reached the point that no matter what he said when he called, I knew he’d be on the receiving end of my ire first.

“He’s got a lot going on,” Brody says guardedly. “He’ll call when he gets a moment.”

I snort and level him with a sarcastic glare. “I’m sure he has time to take a piss… probably get a bite to eat. Even a few hours’ sleep. He sure as hell could spare a few of those minutes to give me a fucking call.”