My Mistake (Stories of Serendipity #7) (6 page)

Every adolescent fantasy he’d ever had involved Casey. Even some of his adult ones. Brent knew that he’d reached a dark place in his early adult-hood, and had had a difficult time climbing out of that abyss. But his memories still loved one aspect of his past: fantasies of Casey.

As he looked at Casey, who’d glanced back at him over her shoulder, he could see the desire in her eyes. The beast was roaring inside him, wanting its fix. But the innocence that radiated off this woman in front of him gave him pause. He wanted nothing more than to take her right here on the floor and bury himself deep inside her.

But it was Casey. It was the woman version of the girl who had given birth to some of his most innocent fantasies. She was the one he’d always wanted, in some part of his mind. Sure, he’d imagined her in some of his more sordid desires, but he’d never in his life believed they’d come true.

Won’t know until you try, Cowboy.
He sauntered around to where she was standing and handed her the glass and two pills.

“Take these and drop your pants. Lay down on the floor. I’ll be back in a minute.” He knew that whenever he came back, he’d know exactly where she stood.

T
hank God.
Casey swallowed the pills and drank the water before shucking her jeans and shirt. He’d taken the bait. About damned time. He’d been staring at her all day long, and she had no idea what had kept him from kissing her. Lord knew he’d had ample opportunity.

Sure, she was sore from the ride, she hadn’t ridden in years. But she hardly needed a body rub. Apparently though, Brent needed a little kick in the pants.

When he returned to the living room, holding a bottle of lotion, she had spread the blanket that she’d found on the couch on the floor, and was laying on her back, wearing only her bra and panties. Her favorite ones.

She watched him stop in his tracks, as his eyes took in her nearly naked body, lounging on his floor. He sucked in a hard breath, before breathing out one word, “Nice.”

Casey giggled. “I would love a body rub.”

He walked over to her and set the bottle of lotion down on the floor next to her. “Let me light some candles. That’s how the pros do it, right?”

“Yeah, and soft music, too. It’s a relaxing ambience.” She squirmed under his gaze before something seemed to snap inside him and he turned to go into the kitchen. When he returned, he had an arm full of candles and a lighter.

She waited impatiently, feeling more than a little self-conscious as he walked around the room, distributing candles and lighting them. He hummed softly to himself, and Casey was reminded of what a lovely singing voice he had. When he’d finally finished, he turned to her, his eyes drinking her in. Again, he turned his back to her, and she let out a frustrated sigh, to which he responded by softly chuckling. She could see his massive shoulders shaking as he dug around in a drawer under the TV set, revealing an iPod with a docking station.

When he plugged it in and pressed some buttons, Patsy Cline crooned softly in the background about being crazy. Casey whole-heartedly agreed. As she watched Brent stalk toward her slowly, her anticipation broke into goose bumps under his hungry gaze.

He dropped to his knees at her feet, then his massive hands encircled her ankles and spread her legs wide, before he crawled up her body, cradling his jean-clad erection against her core. His elbows were on either side of her head, and his face was inches from hers. Casey couldn’t see where his pupils ended and his smoky gray irises began, his eyes had darkened to a coal black that sent her heart thumping painfully against her chest. She let out a ragged breath.

“Casey.” The tortured whisper spread tendrils of desire through her body. She lifted her chin in response, because her words were failing her. “Do you always match your underwear to your shoes?” He nodded to her boots with the turquoise stitching, which she had neatly set side by side near the couch.

“Yes.” She croaked a hoarse whisper.

“God help me.” He raised himself back up and grabbed the bottle of lotion as he crept back to where her feet were. Pouring a generous amount onto his palm, his eyes never stopped roaming her body as he rubbed his massive hands together to warm the lotion before picking up a foot and massaging it.

His hands were strong and calloused, and as they rubbed her feet, Casey couldn’t help but close her eyes and let out a groan, throwing her head back. Brent didn’t stop, he rubbed around the pads on the bottom of her feet, the tendon at the ankle, swirling his fingers around her toes. His grip was firm enough not to tickle, only to relax. And she did. Not that her feet were what was hurting her. No, the pressure inside was killing her.

She kept her eyes closed as Brent switched to the other foot, applying more lotion he’d warmed under his palms. As he rubbed, she felt her entire body relax under his ministrations.

Then he went higher.

He rubbed her calves in long, slow strokes, hands well-lubed with lotion. His work-roughened palms worked a magic on her legs, unkinking muscles that had been stiff for the last couple of hours. His fingers ran circles around her knees, then worked their way up her thighs. He rubbed one leg at a time, paying special attention to her thighs, caressing the tops of them. When he got to the apex, where the groin muscle was, he paid careful attention, rubbing back and forth around her inner thigh muscle, one hand lifting her bottom up off the floor to get to the back of her thigh and around the inside. As he rubbed, the back of his hand inadvertently rubbed against her panties, and Casey couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped.

“Feel good?” His voice was so soft she could barely hear it, but it felt so good she couldn’t respond. She nodded, her eyes still closed.

The next time his hand brushed against her panties, Casey squirmed to press against it more fully, as it retreated. As if to punish her eagerness, he switched legs, starting at the bottom of her other foot and working his way up. As he massaged her inner thigh, her anticipation levels rose to impossible heights the closer to her panties he got. She knew what was coming, he’d brush against her, just so…

When he finally did, he seemed to press a little more against her heat, and her squirming was rewarded with a small rub of the back of his hand against her. Her gasp turned to a moan, and his hands left her body entirely. She opened her eyes.

He was perched between her legs, still fully clothed watching her intently. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and she longed to rub against it like a feral cat.

“Roll over, Case.” The look on his face was not friendly. In fact it was a little scary. He looked hungry, like a predator with its prey in its sights. A predator that liked to tease its victims before the final kill. She was frozen. “Your delicious ass is next. I know that’s what’s hurting right now, and I intend to make it better.” He growled out the words, and Casey realized he was in pain with restraint. She had started this game, but he was going to finish it. And she was doomed.

After she’d rolled over, Brent settled himself between her legs again and expelled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Christ, Case…” He breathed. She was going to kill him.

The panties didn’t look like much from the front, but from the back, there was absolutely nothing to them except a string. A string.

He fingered the string at her waist before slipping his finger under it, and following it down, pulling it out of her ass.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

He managed to put more lotion on his hands before indulging in something he’d been wanting to do all damned day. He grabbed that ass that she had turned over to him and squeezed and kneaded, rubbing it up and down. Then he pulled apart her cheeks and saw where the string was calling home.
Oh to be a piece of string…

Slipping his fingers under the string, he slowly eased the panties off.

“As badly as I want to rip these things off you, I sort of have a thing for pretty panties. And these are damned pretty,” he drawled under his breath. Casey lifted her hips and as he slid them down her legs, he got a glimpse of the promised land.

Whoah there…

Snapping his eyes back up to her ass, he filled his hands again, spreading them wide to see a puckered hole. He honestly didn’t think it was possible to get harder, but there it was. He stood abruptly and shucked his jeans, unable to stand them anymore. His hands resumed their task of kneading Casey’s ass, his little buddy finally able to twitch freely.

Casey started to undulate her hips with his strokes, and he knew she wanted him to go down to paradise. He obliged, but just a little bit. One hand held her ass cheek, while the other ran down the crack all the way to her glistening pink folds. Once there, it circled around her erect pearl, before trekking back up and then fondling her ass some more. He wasn’t even pretending to massage her at this point. That was just a means to an end, and the end was near.

His hands lazily stroked up her back, stopping at her lacy bra strap. Flicking it open, he leaned over her back, rubbing himself against her luscious ass. Her hips rose to meet him, and he crawled down her body, licking her back on the way down. She tasted like sweat and skinny dipping. He trailed open-mouth kisses across her hips and down her ass, biting her cheeks while his hands squeezed and rubbed. When he got to the apex of her thighs, he inhaled deeply, filling himself with her smell. Desire.

He licked his way back up her back, watching with pleasure the goose bumps he left in his wake. When he got to the back of her neck, he again pressed his arousal into her backside and said, “Roll over.”

She moaned as she turned herself, and Brent pulled off his T-shirt and underwear. He sat back on his ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock tightly, willing it not to burst. He saw the desire in Casey’s eyes, on her skin, in the glistening bare mound that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. He pumped his erection, once.

“I don’t know where to start. You’re so goddamned beautiful.”

She smirked at him. The sexy glint in her eyes that had always made him want to drop his pants and bury himself inside her. And right now, she was his.

“Start at the top, Cowboy.”

Brent climbed up her body, rubbing against her hot skin with his own, as she arched under him, pressing her softness into him. His mouth crashed against hers, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, all of her moving so frantically, he couldn’t stand it. Her wet heat rubbed against his erection, and he pulled back.

“Get still, girl.”

“Oh god, Brent. Come on…” Her hand grazed his nipple on its trek down his chest and it sent a shock of sensation straight to his groin.

“I mean it.” He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them both between them, while he closed his legs around hers so she couldn’t move as much.

His mouth crashed down again, and he took her mouth viciously. She met him eagerly, her tongue warring with his for dominance. She moaned and he swallowed the noise in his mouth, shuddering with pent up frustration. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to taste her. All of her. He felt a need he’d never in a million years understand. Only that he needed, and Casey could fix it.

He kissed down her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, to her breasts, taking one erect nipple into his mouth. Casey squealed underneath him, bucking to free her legs. Brent sucked hard, then bit it lightly before moving on to the next one. He released her hands so he could fondle one breast while suckling the other, and her hands went straight to his hair, pulling hard, sending another shock to his groin.

She squirmed under him and made breathless little noises that were almost his undoing. Unable to hold himself off much longer, he dove down, spreading her legs wide and sinking his mouth into her folds, latching onto her clit and sucking.

She exploded into his mouth, bucking and writhing and covering his face with juice. He hadn’t been there ten seconds and she had come all over him. As he felt her float down from the edge she’d just crashed over, Brent knew it was the sexiest thing he would ever experience in his life.

Knowing there was no way he could last much longer, he gathered his wits about him enough to search out his jeans for a condom.

When she noticed what he was doing, Casey said, “I can’t have kids. I want to feel you, Brent.” Her eyes clouded with longing. “Please…” It was a look that he’d seen before, and he shoved the memory aside, determined to make a new one to take its place.

With a deep breath of composure, Brent positioned himself at her entrance. She lifted her hips to him and he raised her legs to his shoulders, kissing first one ankle then the other. Then he watched himself slide deep into her tight slick heat.

He allowed himself the one look at their bodies joining before he closed his eyes and threw his head back. He went over the horses’ feed schedule inside his head as his thumb found her pearl and rubbed it while he rocked in and out of her. He blocked out her pants and moans and ignored her feet pressing against his neck while his mind tracked the hay fertilization plans for all three hay pastures, and his other hand clamped down on a nipple. He went through the vaccination schedules for the next year before he allowed himself to open his eyes and look at Casey’s face.