Caspian (Carolina Reapers 8)

I rocked over him, teasing his length until he growled against my lips.

“Ryleigh, baby,” he groaned. “I didn’t exactly bring a condom out here.”

I slowed my pace, my thighs trembling from the pulsing heat between them. “Right,” I said, biting my lip. “I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone since…”

He went wholly still beneath me, his eyes hooded as he looked up at me. “I’m clean too,” he said. “And I haven’t been with anyone but you since my last checkup.”

I grinned. “Then why did we stop?”

“Fuck, Ry,” he said. “Are you sure?”

“If you are.”

“I’m not sure about a lot of things,” he said, and my heart sank a little. “But I’m sure about you.”

The words made my heart take off in my chest, and I held his gaze as I finally took him inside me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, despite the fireworks being loud enough to cover it. And then I moved on him, slow and hard and demanding. I loved the way his eyes glazed with need, loved the way his jaw clenched from trying to hold it together while I tortured him. His hands were locked around me, holding me close, but more importantly, keeping that blanket in place. He was completely at my mercy, and I fucking loved it.

Over and over again, I rocked atop him, chasing that coiling sensation curling inside me. The one clenching my muscles and storming my skin with heat.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered as I continued to roll my hips over him, the angle deep and delicious. “I love watching you fuck me,” he said, and my heart stuttered from the words. I upped my pace, kissing him, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold him to me. He claimed my mouth, taking control of the kiss and my body as he moved his hands to my hips, not letting the blanket fall any lower.

“Caz,” I whispered, my entire body shaking with the feel of him inside me. God, this man. He filled me so much I could barely breathe from wanting him, needing him. I never wanted it to end. Not just the sex, but the laughter, the conversations, the fun.

“Yes,” he groaned, my slickness coating him so much I could feel it on my thighs as he upped my pace even more. “God, you’re so wet for me. I love it.”

Fireworks burst in faster booms, the festival reaching its crescendo as it shot off the finale. The sounds echoed and covered the moans I couldn’t hold back, and I pressed my forehead to his, needing to be closer.

And just when I felt myself reaching that sweet, brutal edge of release, just when everything in me narrowed to the feel of him inside me, the way he held me close to him like I was something precious, something worthy, he breathed my name. “Ryleigh,” he groaned, and I felt him harden inside me another degree.

I shattered around him, my release barreling through me so hard I shook atop him, but he held me close, never losing my gaze as he found his own release inside me.

And he kept holding me, that blanket around us, the entire town only yards away as they gathered their things to head back home since the show was finished.

But not us.

We stayed there, locked in that embrace, panting as we looked into each other’s eyes.

The words built in my throat, my heart swelling and desperate to scream them out as much as I’d wanted to scream his name seconds ago.

I loved him.

I’d absolutely, one hundred percent, fallen in love with Caspian Foster.

And now there was no going back.

13

Caspian

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since I’d canceled my flight back to Charleston in order to stay with Ryleigh, and there was no arguing that motive. The only thing holding me here was the redhead I’d somehow become addicted to in the past month.

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew this couldn’t last forever. Hell, it couldn’t even last another month unless we found some solution to our distance problem, unless we actually had the what-are-we conversation that we’d both studiously avoided.

“Can you grab the feed for me? I wanted to catch a word with Kate.” Mom asked as we stood in line at Sidwell’s Supply Company, checking off the boxes on her errand list.

“No problem. It’s the reason I came.” I gave her a quick smile as we reached the register, hoping it looked genuine enough. Not that I wasn’t happy to be here with Mom. I was. I didn’t spend nearly enough time with my parents.

But even through all the smiles at home and the sex with Ryleigh, a familiar, restless itch was taking up residence under my skin. I missed the ice. I missed the calm, steady quiet that came with an empty rink, the chill of the snow on my blade, the dichotomy between the frigid temperature of the ice and the sweat that drenched my body during a game.