"You make me wanna wake up with you, in the bed of my truck, and start over again when the sun comes up..."


She walked back into the bathroom, donning a pale pink silk robe that barely covered anything at all but still functioned to conceal herself from Jamie’s wandering eyes. Sitting on the edge of the tub, Cassidy reached across Jamie’s body and grasped the shampoo sitting on the ledge next to him.

Despite her best efforts, the fish smell still clung to him, and she ordered him to stay put even after she had been cleaned. Now with the shampoo in her palm, she set her hand on top of Jamie’s head, circling it over his hair until the shampoo lathered up.

“You owe me for this. Like a massage or something,” she grumbled as she curled her fingers against his scalp, massaging and scrubbing it gently in a last ditch effort to make him smell human again.

“Yes sir,” Jamie mumbled in a trance-like state. His head moved in every direction, being guided by the motion of Cassidy’s hand. At his words, she gripped onto his hair and tugged it towards her until his head tilted back. Only then did she notice his eyes were closed. “I meant baby… yes baby.”

Cassidy bent down and kissed his lips slowly before backing up to continue the task at hand. Only when she was satisfied with the work she had done, did she pull her hands from his head and rinse them off in the bath water. “Rinse yourself; I’ll be in bed.” She grinned and stood up from the tub, swaying her hips as she left the bathroom and disappeared into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Cassidy ditched her robe, setting it down on the window seat, leaving her in the small, silk slip she had bought a few weeks ago, for this situation. If she was going to have an entire house to share alone with Jamie, she was going to take advantage of it and look sexy all the time. No more of those baggy sweatpants.

Realistically, she had every intention of getting into bed and curling beneath the blankets, but then the open shutters caught her attention. Out the window, what looked like a small river, gently flowed along while being shrouded by foliage and greenery. And because of the lights lining the perimeter of the house, it was softly lit, just enough to see.

So instead of retreating to the bed, she sat on the window seat, legs crossed to the side and watched the water flow endlessly while the trees and shrubs shook in the gentle wind. Jamie stepped into the room just a few moments later and walked to the window with his towel hung loosely and sloppily around his hips.

“I didn’t notice the water before. It’s really pretty,” she murmured taking one last look out the window.

“Yeah, I know.”

When Cassidy turned around, she could see that Jamie was staring at her, and she smiled, looking down to hide her mostly pink cheeks. He knew it drove her crazy and he used it to his advantage. Finally gaining the courage to look up at him, Cassidy bit her bottom lip and set her hand in his as he reached out for her. Pulling her in tight, Jamie dropped his lips to her ear, kissing it gently as they rocked back and forth together.

“We’ve been here for three days, and I’ve yet to get you into my bed,” Jamie murmured into her ear. His hands moved down the silk dress and cupped around her ass, lifting her off of the floor just slightly.

Cassidy pushed against his lips, enjoying the way they brushed along her skin. With the way he held her, she never wanted him to let her go, and she nuzzled against his chest. “By now you should know I’m not a quick lay. I need to be romanced… wooed… seduced… all the things you’re not allowed to do in your parents’ home.”

He groaned and walked her backwards until she sat on the edge of the bed with him in front of her, “if you bring my parents into this, it’s not going to be a pleasant night for you.” He winked and smirked, an animalistic growl escaping past his throat.

She grinned and pressed her lips together tightly, pretending to lock them, holding back quiet giggles. Then with one hand, she yanked on his towel, no longer hiding him behind the white fabric, and glanced up, blushing all over again as he stood naked in front of her. But becoming bold, she looked into his eyes again, “your mother and I had a good conversation today…” she mocked him, bringing a hand up to her mouth to keep her laughs concealed.

Quickly, Jamie bent down and crawled on top of her, forcing Cassidy to lie along the bed, grinning as he stared down at her and shook his head. “Alright, you chose this path. Get on your hands and knees.”

Hearing his words, and remembering the first time they experimented with this impersonal interaction, she frowned and shook her head, whining, “no, Jamie…”

He propped his hands on her waist, squeezing his fingers into her as a playful smile passed over his lips, “you’re regretting your decision now, aren’t you?” Cassidy tried to hide a small smile, but Jamie leaned down, gripped either side of her face with one hand and whispered, “turn over.”

She looked up at him again, and shook her head once more. “Jamie,” she muttered again, elongating his name as if to make a point. The last time this sort of sexual escapade had taken place, Cassidy lay in bed afterwards in complete pain. Granted, she and Jamie had now been together several times since that incident, but the feeling was still seared into her memory.

Now as Jamie was slipping a condom over his length, Cassidy set her hands on his wrists to keep him from flipping her over. He looked down at her and smiled, but not like the playful, devious smile from before. This time it was reassuring… gentle. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He leaned in and kissed her lips slowly and sweetly.

She nodded against his lips and pulled away from him, studying his expression before she pushed against the bed and flipped herself over. Almost immediately, she felt herself being lifted on the bed until she was kneeling with Jamie behind her. With her head back against his shoulder, he wrapped one arm around the front of her waist, tucking his fingertips beneath the silky slip, and tugged her thong down, kissing her shoulder as he saw it drop to the bed.

Cassidy watched as he licked his fingers before returning them beneath the slip and ran them over her entrance gently. She rolled her hips against his fingers, and despite the anxiety she felt about whole situation, she felt undeniably comfortable in his hands. It wasn’t like the feeling of the man who attacked her at the bar. Jamie’s hands felt safe and protective, regardless of the fact they were currently doing obscene things to her.

In the moments that she felt herself start to drip, Cassidy reached back and curled her fingers in Jamie’s hair, preparing herself for the moment she knew was coming. Jamie pulled his fingers away, lined himself up with her throbbing core, and pushed forward. Instantly, Cassidy tugged on his hair, squeezing her eyes shut, scared for the feeling she thought would overwhelm her. But as promised, he went slow, being hyper-vigilant of his movements.

When he could no longer go deeper with her pressed against his chest, he gripped onto her shoulder and pushed her down against the bed, caressing the curve of her body as he positioned his hand on her hip, using it as leverage to rock her further and further along his shaft until he sunk all the way into her. Cassidy groaned and brought her hand up to her mouth, biting into the back of it as she felt her muscles contract around his length.

Squeezing her hip, he stopped the shallow motion and bent over her, gathering her hair in his free hand and held it to the side, giving him access to her neck. “Okay,” he murmured against her skin, circling his hips, grinding himself into her deeper with his shaft bending slightly inside her.

Cassidy nodded, peeking through her squinted eyelids and turned her head to the side to brush her lips over his cheek. As his movements became quick and steady, she reached up to press her hands against the headboard, keeping herself still while every instinct in her body told her otherwise.

With the new pace, not only did moans spill from her mouth, but sharp screams as well, and figuring she needed him, Jamie reached forward and laced their fingers together along the headboard while his thrusts overtook her body. And when she could no longer lay beneath him without flinching, her legs squeezed together and her mouth dropped open, reaching her climax.

In a second, she was peeking back at Jamie as his thrusts slowed as though he were getting ready to pull out. “Come for me,” she muttered.

His eyes shot to hers, biting his tongue as she spoke, and as if he needed no other permission, he pressed his hands against her mid-back, pinning her to the bed firmly, and drilled into her. The repercussions of her body bouncing on the bed, made their skin clap together, and within the moments afterwards, Jamie went still, hips burying into her slit deeper as he filled the condom with his thick load.

Jamie groaned as he pulled out and stumbled off the bed, disposing of the condom. When he came back, Cassidy was still on top of the blankets, now on her back, biting her lip nervously. He laid down beside her, leaning over to kiss her lips quickly as they both pulled the sheets over them. She turned to face him, pressing her hands against his chest when he draped his arm over her and pulled her into him.

His body seemed to smother hers, and while he brushed her hair away from her face, he set his forehead against Cassidy’s, “not too bad, right?”

If he was trying to make a point, it wasn’t working. Maybe it wasn’t even the pain that bothered her the most. Maybe it was just that she wanted eye contact with him, and without it, he seemed too distant. Either way, Cassidy shrugged and curled her body in the curve of his.

“I love you Cass,” Jamie whispered, lips pressed against her temple.

“You better,” Cassidy tried to keep her tone serious, but a quick chuckle escaped. She looked up at him and set her fingertips against the side of his head. With the way his hair was cut, the sides were shorter than the top, leaving them with a rougher feel than the softness of the longer hair up top. “You know what I love most about you?” When his eyes widened, she placed her hand on his cheek, tracing over the scar below his eye, “you’re protective of me, and not in the way that I’m afraid of you sometimes… but in the way that I feel safe. It’s been awhile since I felt that way,”

Jamie smiled and leaned in slowly, looking down at her lips before he kissed them, pressing his fingertips to the back of her neck. He held her tightly, taking a deep breath in as she nestled against the base of his neck. Not soon after, when her breathing evened out, he slowly pulled his arms away from her, and sat up in bed, being extra careful not to wake her.

He looked around for a moment, finding his boxer briefs, and then stood up to pull them on, slowly opening up the bedroom door and slipping out into the main part of the house.

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“What’d you do last night?”

Cassidy stuck closer to the wall as she peeked into the kitchen, looking at Jamie and his father as they talked to each other. They were both at the table, sitting across from each other with coffee cups in their hands. Both men were already dressed, and it wasn’t until Cassidy peered at the clock hanging on the wall, that she realized she had slept in a few hours longer than usual.

Jamie shrugged his shoulders and took a quick sip of his coffee before he answered his dad. “Cass made dinner, and she wanted to sit by the fireplace. So we put a blanket down and I lit a fire,”

“You made a fire? It’s summertime,” Randy chuckled.

Jamie laughed as well, running his fingers along his coffee cup, “if lighting a fire during summer is what makes her happy, I think it’s a small price for her happiness.”

Cassidy stepped into the kitchen, pushing loose hair behind her ear. While the men were dressed and ready for the day, Cassidy was sporting one of Jamie’s old jerseys and a pair of her pajama shorts.

“I hear you’re cooking for my boy, eh?”

“If I don’t feed him, he’ll go hungry,” she joked and walked to Jamie, taking his hand and sitting in his lap as he scooted the chair back to make room for her. “Y’all look like you’re ready to go somewhere,”

“Shootin’ and fishin’ today. You want to come along, hun?” Randy smiled, standing up from the table to put his cup in the sink.

Cassidy looked back at Jamie, almost expecting him to look horrified at the thought of her tagging along on a ‘boy’s day’. But instead, he was smiling and nodding at the idea.

She grinned and after excusing herself, she hurried to get ready, not wanting Jamie and Randy to have to wait on her behalf. Within twenty minutes, which was not only a shock to her but to Jamie as well, she reappeared in a pair of jean shorts, a flowy tank top, and a pair of cowboy boots to round out the outfit. While she didn’t want to cause any sort of scene, it was clear Randy enjoyed that fact that he’d be going fishing and shooting with his son’s girlfriend. And Jamie seemed to enjoy the fact that she’d look good doing it.

Like she figured, Randy and Jamie didn’t go easy on her at all. In fact, they turned skeet shooting into a competition; one which Cassidy was ready to win. By the time they’d go fishing, she wouldn’t have a chance of catching a fish, so she had to make up for it here. But the boys were definitely doing their best to throw her off.

“Don’t miss, Cass. Think of how embarrassing it’d be if you missed,” Jamie stood back with his dad as Cassidy lifted the gun.

“Jamie Benn, if you don’t quit taunting me, I’m liable to turn this gun on you,” she murmured in response. Almost immediately, Randy started laughing, probably doubled over. “Pull!”

After tracking the disc with the gun, she pulled the trigger and smiled at the sight of it splitting in multiple pieces. When she was able to turn back to the boys, Randy was trying to keep a straight face for the sake of his son. But soon thereafter he busted up, slapping Jamie’s shoulder.

“She’s one hell of a shot,” Randy laughed, pushing Jamie forward until he was ready to begin his round.

Cassidy smiled and stood beside Randy, holding onto the barrel of the gun while she pressed the butt of it into the ground. As Jamie fired his first round and missed, he exhaled a groan and cocked the gun again.

“What’s your dad like?” Randy mumbled, just low enough so Jamie probably couldn’t hear the conversation that was taking place.

She smiled and look up at him, “he’s a lot like you, Mr. Benn; super supportive, busts my chops every chance he gets… Really the best man I’ve ever known, that is until your son came along.”

“Thanks baby,” Jamie chimed as he pulled the trigger again, this time hitting the mark and chuckling to himself as the clay disc ricocheted to the side.

Cassidy smiled and clapped as he hit his first target of the day, and then looked back at Randy. He was smiling also, presumably trying to really figure out the dynamics of her relationship with Jamie.

Notes

This chapter is titled after "Make Me Wanna" by Thomas Rhett.

Hope you all like it! Thanks so much for reading!