Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,39

make her look at me. Carley is so open when she’s like this. There won’t be any lying to me. Not when I can see her face to face like this. “Tell me the truth,” I say. “Do you want this?”

“Please,” Carley moans. “Yes. I want it. I want all of it.”

“Do you want me?” I ask.

She’ll think I’m talking about this moment right now, and I am. But just once I want her to say that she wants me and imagine that she means forever.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

I take her again, and her voice is a strangled cry. “I need you Casey,” she says. “Please give me more. Give me everything. Make me come. Please. Again.”

When she asks like that, I can’t deny her.

I keep my hand in her hair, never letting her look away from me. I let myself go, taking what I need from her. Because taking what I need will give her exactly what she wants. Pleasure and sex and escape from the problems that she’s facing in her own life.

When she comes, I feel it. Her pussy locks down on my cock like a vise. I’m nearly blind from the fierce pleasure, but I hold myself back, barely hanging on to my orgasm. Carley’s cries echo off the walls. I’ll remember these sounds forever.

“Please, please, please.” She chants the word like a mantra. Begging for more. But I slow down, teasing her. I like watching her body shake with the aftermath of her pleasure. Uncontrollable shivers and shudders moving up and down her body.

She opens her eyes and looks at me, chest heaving and eyes wild. Her pussy squeezes me, and she realizes that I’m still inside her—still hard.

“You didn’t come,” she manages.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why—”

I don’t let her finish the question. “Because we’re not finished. Not even close.”

Driving deep into her again, I savor the sound of her moan, and the fact that she’s already begging me for more.

13

Carley

This is all too soon. Too much and too soon. The feelings that are running through me now are far more than what I told him. This is more than just sex. It is, whether I want it to be or not. I’m terrified of the feelings resonating in my chest right now. How in the hell did it get to this point already?

I’ve only known this new, adult Casey for a few days. It’s impossible to feel what I think I feel, right? But then, I’ve known him my whole life. There are very few memories from my childhood that don’t include Casey. And what he said…that he’s loved me since the seventh grade…

I get that. Even when we were being teased by people for being ‘Carley and Casey,’ I still felt it. I pushed it down and ignored it. And Firework Night broke it completely. But it’s back. And now lying with him wrapped around me, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. And his arguments about Chicago make more sense than I want to think about.

What about my fear? Of being stuck in Elgin permanently. But the thing that I know is that choosing to stay in a place is different from being trapped there. Elgin wouldn’t have to be home forever. Maybe Casey and I would move somewhere else if we got tired of this small town. We could travel, and I could show him my favorite places in Chicago. Those museums and shows that he talked about.

Casey is completely wrapped around me, and I love it. I love lying with his heat surrounding me and the fact I’m so comfortable and relaxed. I love knowing that he likes holding me, and he isn’t thinking about when he’ll have an opportunity to escape.

My stomach drops deliciously when he starts singing, that same song that I sang earlier today in the car. But the lyrics are different. This time, all the words are about me, and I can’t fight the butterflies. Casey is a good man. That can’t be denied.

My heart thumps in my chest. What the hell am I doing?

Casey’s stomach growls loudly, and we both laugh. “Seems my body doesn’t like my performance.”

“Or your body realizes that between hauling wood and two rounds of sex, that it’s time to fucking eat.” I’m hungry too.

I gather some of my clothes, my shirt and panties and bra, and put them on before I turn on the stove again. I don’t need burns from the oil spitting all over me. Casey pulls on his jeans, and the sight