Counting on Cayne (Hallow River Book 1) by Ada Rome

left me panting and gasping for breath.
    I got down on my knees
and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. I pushed his shoulders onto the
floor until he was lying flat and hurriedly unbuttoned and tore his jeans from
his body. I pulled his boxers down roughly over his hips, revealing his
impressive erection. I bent low and wrapped my lips around his dick, sucking
and stroking the tip with my tongue.
    “Oh, Brinley,” he
moaned. His breathing quickened. “Oh, baby. Oh god, yes.” He held the back of
my head as I sucked on him. “I want to make you come again. Get on up and ride
me, baby.”
    I sucked him once more,
long and hard, and then sat up and straddled his hips. I took his full massive
length inside me. He groaned powerfully. I rocked on top of him while he
reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts. I rocked even harder, my thighs
banging onto his hips as he moaned and grunted. My knees ground into the floor.
He grasped my waist tightly and lifted and thrust his pelvis beneath me.  I was
getting dangerously close to another orgasm. I panted and gripped his strong
sinewy arms.
    My mind went blank except
for the sensation of him deep inside me. Our bodies moved together in perfect
rhythm. He groaned again with a raspy growl. I was gasping and sweating with
the intensity of movement, grinding on top of him with an uncontrolled
ferocity. We cried out together into the candlelit darkness, coming as one in a
shiver of absolute pleasure. I felt him pulse and release inside of me with a
final guttural shout.
    The room was silent but
for our heavy breathing. I lifted myself from him and felt a sticky wetness
slide pleasingly down my thighs. We both lay naked and spent on the floor, our
hands reaching across the space between us and joining tenderly. I turned my
head and found him staring back at me. Words were unnecessary in that moment.
Our eyes said everything.
     
    ***
     
    A light rainstorm had
left the streets shimmering and the air thick with moisture when Cayne dropped
me off later that night. The full moon reflected off of the glistening asphalt,
and trees dripped softly onto lawns. My skin still tingled, and my body faintly
quivered with the memory of his embrace and the echoes of satisfied desire. He
drove with one hand on the wheel and the other clutching my naked thigh.
    He stopped at the curb.
We looked at each other in the glow of reflected moonlight. The house was
silent and dark.
    “Here we are,” he said
with a playful slap of my leg. “I almost forgot. I got a call from a shop over
in Raleigh. They have the part that I need for your car, so I sent one of the
guys over to pick it up. Should be here by tomorrow afternoon. If you want to
drop the car off at the shop on your way to work in the morning, I can take care
of it for you.”
    “Sure, that sounds
great,” I said drowsily.
    “One other thing,
though. I got a weird call from somebody in New York.” My brain perked up. “He
didn’t say who he was. He asked about the car. And then he asked about you.”
    “Me?” My heartbeat
quickened. His eyes were steady on mine.
    “Yeah. He asked if you
owned the car. I said, ‘How do you know Brinley?’ He didn’t answer. He just
hung up. Do you have any idea what that was about?”
    Cayne looked out through
the windshield at the rainy streets. I stared at his perfect profile while my
stomach did flips.
    “No.” I swallowed hard.
“No, I don’t.” Cayne lasered his gaze in my direction. My brain was screaming
at me to tell him the truth, right then and there.  Maybe if I had, I could
have avoided all the pain that was to come.
     “Ok, then.” He nodded
thoughtfully. I leaned over and kissed him. He held the side of my face in his
palm and kissed me gently in return.
    “Goodnight, Cayne,” I
whispered as I stepped out into the night and watched him drive away.
    Fifteen minutes later, I
packed a few key belongings into my suitcase and stowed it under the bed. It’s
only a precaution , I