Her words lit a fire inside me that was hard to contain. I wanted to please her…satisfy her…ruin her for all other guys out there. I wanted this moment right here to be the best part of her day.
Her hands gripped my body as I slid into her. She let out a sigh and I almost lost it right then. I bit down on my bottom lip as I rocked in and out of her, trying to focus on anything other than how amazing she felt.
Her eyes opened and closed as my thrusting continued. No matter how many girls I’d slept with at Fullton, none had ever come close to feeling like this. Nothing had ever felt like this. Not even baseball. “I’ll never get over how incredible you feel,” I admitted without shame.
She looked into me. “You too. Don’t stop, Jack.” She panted the words and I crushed her lips against mine. My hips moved with hers, my shoulders burning from the weight of my body, but refusing to falter. She moaned and shuddered as she sucked in a deep breath, her eyes flying open in wonder as her body trembled in spasms. My pace quickened; I knew wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Her head thrust back and I kissed along her neck, before finding the sweet taste of her lips. My mouth covered hers, my tongue exploring while I continued working in and out of her. “Cass,” I said as my lips pressed against hers. She sighed as her teeth grazed against my ear. I groaned without control and released myself into her.
I gently pulled out of her before falling onto my back, my breathing loud and uneven. She turned to lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm across her bare, damp back.
“I love you, Jack.” Her breath whispered against my skin as I kissed the top of her head.
“Just don’t forget that when I’m gone for three months this summer.”
“I’m not the one who’s slept with half the school.” She laughed, softening the barb a little.
“That doesn’t mean half the school won’t try to sleep with you the second I’m out of the picture,” I informed her, my tone serious.
I’ve seen the way other guys look at her. I’m not the first guy at Fullton to notice Cassie. I’m just the one who actually got her.
“You’re insane.” She looked over at me, disbelief written all over her face.
“Let’s hope every guy on campus has the same opinion of me.”
“I’m pretty sure they do. It’s not like you’re known for your sweet disposition.”
“Good.” I smiled as contentment welled within me.
ELEVEN
CASSIE
Things with Jack and me were in a good place after all the chaos at Gran and Gramps’ house. We spent every spare moment together, which didn’t seem like much these days. With the baseball draft nearing, Jack focused more than ever on all things baseball. And I had been working on putting together a portfolio for the internship.
“Hey.” Melissa leaned against the wall in our kitchen, clearly wanting to talk. “I was thinking about heading home. Did you want to come with?”
I thought for about two seconds before answering, “No way. The guys don’t have games this weekend, just practice.”
She smiled. “Then I’m definitely leaving.”
I laughed, tossing my hair from my shoulder. “Alone time with Jack…whatever will we do?” I placed one finger in front of my puckered lips before tapping.
“I seriously don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes and turned to open the fridge.
“Yeah, you do,” I teased, raising my eyebrows.
Her lips turned up in a half smirk. “Sorta. But please don’t share.” She shook her head as if trying to shake way a disturbing image. “What did I hear about Jack and the softball team?”
“Oh.” I shrugged. “Since the guys don’t have a game, they asked Jack to throw out the first pitch tonight.”
“Seriously?” Her head cocked to one side.
“Apparently it’s good publicity. I don’t know. Whatever, it’s not like he has a choice. He can’t really say no to another team at the school, you know?”
“That’s still sort of weird.”
“I think so too, but whatever. I’ll be there.”
“You’re so supportive,” she teased, cupping her hands together.
“Oh, I do try,” I said with a fake Southern accent as I fanned my hand in front of my face.
She laughed. “I’ll see you when I get back. Want me to check on your car?”
“Oh, yeah. Can you make sure it’s still sitting in my driveway collecting dust?” I giggled at the absurdity of the situation.
“You don’t need it,” my mother had told me during one of our many arguments. “It just gives you a way to leave school when you should be studying or doing homework.” I had tried to tell her that maybe I’d need to leave school for a photography project, but then she’d just insist that I take Melissa’s car. No matter how many times I tried to tell her that she made no sense, she refused to budge. So there my car sits. At home. Waiting for me. And the truth is, I’m not sure I ever want to go back for it.