I’d never felt so out of control in my life, but I’d learned patience. I wouldn’t rush her.
Cassidy Mae hasn’t occupied every waking and sleep dream in years, but now it’s almost a constant. She’s consuming every single thought, fantasies keeping me company on a nightly basis.
Nothing, however, could’ve prepared me for the visual stimulation that is Cassidy Mae at the lake. The tiny strip of fabric she’s wearing leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. And she is as sexy as ever. I wanted to cover her the hell up so no one else gets to see as much skin as I do, but I also wanted to ogle the hell out of her. I shouldn’t be thinking about these types of things with what happened earlier today, but I can’t help it.
My shorts have been tented since she stripped herself of her coverup outfit. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I’ve told her more than once how I feel now.
I may not be super experienced, but my brain is far from inexperienced. I have to fight the urge to tug at those tiny black strings and strip her down so she’s bared to me. Completely exposed so my hands and mouth can appreciate every square inch of her creamy porcelain skin. I want to make love to every single dip and curve with my tongue. Run my fingers from her collarbone to her promised land as I suck along every single sensitive spot, causing her to moan and squirm beneath me.
I looked up from my thoughts and caught emerald beauties staring back at me from her lounger. Well, not at me exactly. The thing that’s currently putting on his own display in my pants, caught her attention. Jumping with her appreciative glances.
I walked toward her, a grin on my face, and she looked away.
“Well, hello brother. You mind? You’re blocking the sun? A girl’s trying to get a tan over here.”
I ignored Reagan, my eyes only on my girl. “Howdy, darlin’?”
“Hey.” That smile would be the death of me. A bright ray of sun on the cloudiest day.
“Beau, you hear anything I just said? You make a better door than a window. Move your ass out of my light. I don’t want your silhouette as a tan line.”
“You should cover-up.” Looking back at Cassidy Mae. “You should too, Cass. Sun’s not good for either one of you.”
“Beau, we are grown ass women who can do whatever the hell we want, when we want. Now bugger off!”
The way she said it made me chuckle. Reagan had been watching anything British recently and British words with her hillbilly accent just sounded downright funny.
“There’s just too much skin exposed over here. Rhett can hardly keep his eyes off you, Reagan, and I don’t need to kill anyone today.”
“Well, I’d say that’s a kettle and pot type of situation, Beau. You haven’t been able to keep your eyes off Cassidy Mae since we got here.”
A pout formed on Cassidy Mae’s lips when I didn’t reply. Reagan noticed it immediately.
“Come on, Cassidy. Let’s get away from this party pooper. Swim time.” She held up lemonade coolers and Cassidy let Reagan pull her up out of the chair. I watched as they waded into the lake, knee-deep, where Rhett, Remington, and Faith were laughing. When they were finally waist deep, they dunked themselves.
Cass’s body coming up out of the water was sheer perfection. The way the water beaded and streamed down her body made me jealous. It also jumpstarted my unending carnal desire for her. Things like my tongue licking every drop off her sexy body. And when she laid back and let herself float on the top of the water I tried to resist joining. My heart told me not to crowd her, but my legs weren’t listening to a damn thing. Plus, I didn’t want to sit back and watch anymore. She was my girl.
I waded into the water toward Cassidy Mae and she smiled that magical smile at me. Luckily, I was under the water this time, so the evidence of how much I really enjoyed it was floating safely below the waterline.
Right before I got to where the women were standing a huge spray of water hit me in the face. A roar of laughter and some giggles hit me and I realized I’d just been water bombed.
“Oh, this means war,” I said looking directly at the two giggling women before me.
“What, we didn’t do anything.” Cassidy looked over at Reagan who was nodding.
That was the start of the epic water fight.
It has been three weeks since we’d seen or heard anything else from Andrew’s brother. We’d become closer over the last few weeks. Training Oakley. Hanging out late into the morning. Stealing kisses and touches here and there.
We’d just turned on a movie and were snuggling into the couch when Cass looked up at me. “I want to go see my parents sometime soon. Would you want to come with me?”
“Hell yeah, Cass.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… you and me. We’re in this together now. Why wouldn’t I want to go with you? They’re going to have to get used to seeing us together.”
“But…” She looked away and sighed.
“But, what, Cass?”
“It’s just that Andrew never wanted to do anything with my parents. He’d avoid them when we got together and he didn’t even want me to talk about them.”
“When are you going to get it Cassidy Mae? I’m NOT HIM,” I yelled, not meaning to.
“Obviously, I know that!” A hint of embarrassment crossed her face at her admission and she turned away.
“Hey, look. Clearly, Andrew was a piece of shit, Cass. Anyone who doesn’t want to hang out with your parents isn’t normal. Your parents are some of the best people. The fact that I want to hang out with them because they’re a part of your family should be normal to you. Not the other way around. They’re a package deal with marriage. If Andrew didn’t
