I gaze up at him, waiting for my next instruction despite knowing what’s coming.
In my peripheral, I see him reach out and wrap his fist around his cock.
“You look so perfect on your knees for me, Trouble. Are you going to be a good girl and choke on my dick?”
I nod—or at least, as much as he allows me to.
A needy whimper spills from my lips as he traces them with the tip of his cock, coating me with precum.
“Lick,” he commands the second he pulls back. “Taste me.”
I groan as his taste hits my tongue.
His cocky smirk is all the encouragement I need as I open my mouth and attempt to lean forward.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles. “So desperate for my cock.”
I am—there’s no lie in his words. But mostly, I want to do to him what he did to me on the bed. I want to bring him to his goddamn knees. I want to rock his world so fucking hard he’s unable to ever get me out of his head or from beneath his skin.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises after allowing me to wrap my lips around his crown. “Suck me off like a good little whore.”
Dead. I am fucking dead.
72
KODIE
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but Casey is even better than I remember.
Being with her, everything else falls away. The stress of the season, the pressure of being the best father I can be. Everything is just so much easier.
I knew I was lying to myself when I walked away and ripped both our hearts out.
But I’m done lying.
I’m done pretending.
I’m going to embrace the fear and see where it takes me.
She’s fucking it for me.
I’ve fallen for her so fucking hard, I barely even know which way is up.
Fuck what everyone else thinks. No one else matters.
Just us.
Us and our family.
I think of Sutton lying in her hospital bed and a bolt of guilt shoots through me.
The second I approach the nightstand, I swipe my cell up and check for notifications.
There are none. I already knew there wouldn’t be, but still.
Opening my messages, I tap a quick one to Mom before locating my sweats.
I forgo my boxers, knowing that Casey will get a kick out of it.
