My Mistake (Stories of Serendipity #7) (12 page)

Honking as she pulled her car up next to the barn, she ran into Brent’s waiting arms and succumbed to his greedy kisses. Mooch barked his approval at her arrival, and nuzzled between them for attention, which Casey gave him. When he rolled over, she scratched his belly, watching him squirm with pleasure at her ministrations.

“I’ve missed you, Case.” She looked up into his eyes, shaded by the worn out black Stetson he wore. It was probably the same one he’d gotten for his seventeenth birthday.

“I was just here yesterday.”

“Come stay with me. Please.” He groaned as his hands picked her up by her rear and set her on some barrel next to where he’d been working.

She gasped in response, as he yanked her shirt over her head and filled his hands with her pink lace-covered breasts. “Jesus God, Case. I never loved pink so much as I do right now,” he breathed as he lowered his mouth to suckle her breast over the lace, his wet tongue and the rough lace doing insane things to her insides. Casey moaned and tugged on his hair to pull him closer. His hand slipped her other breast out of its enclosure and tweaked the nipple into alertness, drawing another moan from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her core.

She grabbed at his shirt to pull it over his head, and when he leaned back to help her, her mouth went to his nipples, biting one before Brent grabbed her hands, which were climbing up his shoulders.

“Ah God, you’re going to get it now.” He pulled her hands up and reached around her, tossing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing and carrying her to a pile of hay in the corner of the barn. She squealed, as he spanked her bottom even though the stinging slap did more to arouse her than anything else.

He dropped her in the prickly hay before falling on top of her, his hands grabbing roughly at her shorts. “I’m going to mark you so bad, you won’t be able to go home to Mama tonight,” he growled at her as he slid her shorts down her legs, pausing to admire her soft pink g-string. Ignoring the bristles poking her backside, she laid there in her underwear and shoes, enjoying the look of open admiration on his face. She opened her legs and slipped one finger inside the waist band of her panties and watched his eyes widen.

“Do it.” His voice was gruff and she raised an eyebrow in question. “I want to see.” He explained further as he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his raging erection, pumping it once for effect. “I want to see you make yourself come.”

Casey saw the wildness in his eyes and flushed. She’d made herself come enough times over her lifetime with thoughts of Brent. Seeing him now in the flesh wouldn’t be hard.

“I will if you will,” she purred, licking her lips eagerly. She smiled wide as he pumped himself again, and brought her hand to her mouth to lick a finger before pulling both breasts out of their bra cups. Then she trailed a hand inside her panties, and while she tweaked one already aroused nipple, she slipped her other hand inside herself.

Brent crawled forward and pulled the pink lace to the side as he continued fisting his erection, breathing heavily. “So beautiful…” He breathed. His eyes had darkened, his pupils widening with desire, and Casey was powerless to deny him.

Giving her nipple a final twist, she used her other hand to circle her clit, while holding the panties to the side, giving Brent a view of her using two fingers to fuck herself while she breathed heavily. His right hand was still pumping his cock at a maddening pace, while his other gripped her thigh, pushing it down against the hay.

“Lift up your hips a little.” He gasped, squeezing the bottom of his shaft, as if to stop himself from spewing. He scooted his knees under her hips and used both of his hands to spread her open, running one hand into her ass crack.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Your ass? Hell yeah. It’s exquisite. The things I want to do to it keep me awake at night.” He murmured, as he spread her juices down to her puckered hole. “Keep it up, Baby. Make it last.”

She groaned at the feel of his rugged fingers in her intimate place while her own fingers pleasured what they knew so well. She could hear the sounds of her wetness as her fingers moved in and out of herself, and she could see the desire plainly in Brent’s face. He wasn’t even touching himself anymore, and still his breaths came in ragged gasps. A sense of power overcame her as she knew that she was doing this to him, without even a touch from her.

“You’re not doing anything.” She put on a pout for him, sticking out her bottom lip, but he didn’t notice. His eyes were glued to her dripping pink spot. He pulled her feet up to his shoulders before lazily resuming his one-handed ministrations.

His other hand helped hers, moving the fingers out of her folds and inserting three of his own, while his thumb caressed her crack. She arched her back.

“Oh god, that feels so…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her senses overwhelmed her as his thumb went where it had no business going. She was undeniably full, as his fingers curled inside her and rubbed her g-spot while she circled her own fingers over her nub. She went momentarily blind as her body shuddered a release that clamped down on his fingers and wracked every muscle she had below her waist.

A warmth fell on her stomach and legs as Brent grunted his release, spurts of him coating her before he pushed her legs off his shoulders, and fell on top of her body, pressing her into the hay.

He rolled over on his side, spooning Casey against his chest, holding her close. She could feel him inhale deeply, and exhale with repletion.

“This hay is itchy,” she remarked as he sucked on her shoulder. She was pretty sure he was leaving hickeys.

“Is it?” He mumbled, distractedly.

“Yes, it is. Are you done out here for today? Or can we go inside?”

“Nope. I’ve still got some things to do out here.” He moved his mouth lower on her back and started sucking a new spot.

“Like what?”

“Well, I intended to have sex with you on that barrel, but somehow got distracted. So, sex on the barrel is first on my agenda. After that there’s a spot in the hayloft I wanted to try out.” He rubbed his stubble against her back as he talked and she arched against it. “Then there’s my office…I’ve been imagining some really amazing things in my office. And the tack room…” He thrust his newly erect again penis against her rear. “Do you have any idea how much leather there is in the tack room? Oh god, all that leather.” He started to stand, dragging her with him. “I want to start in the tack room.”

She was suddenly reminded of a child, and laughed out loud at him. “Is sex all you think about?”

He froze and his face fell, as he looked to the ceiling in thought. Finally, his eyes met hers again. “Not always. There’s times when I just imagine you naked.” He scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder impervious to her squeals before he stalked towards the tack room and kicked the door open.

A
week later, at Casey’s house, Brent lounged on her bed while she rolled up her drawings and put them away for the day. He’d been watching her work all morning, and she felt a happy thrill at his quiet presence behind her. He’d pulled his Stetson over his eyes to block out the light she had shining on her desk, but occasionally his soft drawl filled the room with some comment or question. Casey’s work went by faster when he was there, for some reason. Finished for the day, she put away her work things and turned to him.

She liked watching him. They’d spent most of their spare time together the last couple of weeks. Brent still pouted that she wouldn’t spend the night with him, but had stopped asking so often. They watched movies, ate, talked, and when they were at his place, had lots of astounding sex. While she really enjoyed the sex and sharing that intimacy with him, she liked quiet moments like this just as much.

“I’m done with that job for a few days, they need to send me more information before I can finish. What do you want to do?”

Her room hadn’t changed since she’d left for college, and Casey watched as Brent’s smile, the only part of his face visible under his hat, slowly curved up into a lecherous smirk. The pink eyelet pillow shams did little to take away from the effect of his voice floating across the room.

“I can think of a few things…” he drawled. “Do you realize how many times I fantasized about this bed?” His hand ran lazily over the pink eyelet bedspread that she had picked out for her thirteenth birthday. It was faded now, but incredibly soft, and Casey’s eyes widened as Brent’s fingers idly traced the pattern by touch.

“Well, we can’t do anything here, with my mom in the next room. You know that.”

“Then get your things and come home with me.”

She could see his pants fill out with a growing bulge, and that, coupled with his low, silky voice was enough to get her moving. She wanted to change out of her cutoff shorts into something nicer.

“We have to stay for dinner. Mom’s frying chicken.”

“I know. I can smell it. Your mom’s a great cook.”

Casey nodded as she went to her chest of drawers. “I know. I’m not too bad myself, but she won’t let me near her kitchen.”

“Make me a list, and I’ll buy what you need. You can cook in my kitchen any time you want.” That was Brent’s subtle way of trying to get her to spend the night with him. The intruder hadn’t been found, although he hadn’t come back to make more chili-cheese dogs either. Casey would cave soon, she knew. She couldn’t stand not being with Brent every second of every day. And she wanted to spend the night with him so badly, be held in his arms all night long. The thought of leaving her mom here alone though, soured her stomach. If the intruder came back while she was here alone, with more nefarious intentions than supper, Casey didn’t know how she would be able to live with herself.

Casey rummaged around her underwear drawer, looking for a particular set of panties and bra. It was black, with shiny sequins stitched into it. It had been one of Kevin’s favorites, and while Casey didn’t necessarily want to share memories of the two men and the same underthings, she wanted to see Brent’s face when he saw the ensemble shining later in the moonlight. And she knew Brent would eclipse any memories of Kevin.

“Can we go to the tank tonight? By the willow tree?”

“Sure. Why do you want to go there?”

“We’ve been fulfilling all of your fantasies. I have a couple of my own. …Damn…” She muttered, still rifling through her drawer.

Brent sat up, pulling his hat off his head. “What?”

“I can’t find the underwear I want to wear tonight.” She pulled out a satin black set that was pretty, and went to her closet to find a different pair of shoes. “I think I’m losing my mind. I keep losing things: my favorite stilettoes, my sequined underwear, my most comfy pajamas, my hair comb.” She laughed to herself. “I’m getting senile.”

Brent’s voice was quiet. “You have sequined underwear? Like a g-string with sequins on it?”

She nodded, digging in her closet, so she didn’t notice when Brent adjusted himself. When she turned around though, a pair of black, strappy platform sandals in her arms, the bulge in his pants was bigger and she giggled at the look of helplessness on his face. He shook his head and a mask of seriousness fell.

“Do you think that guy broke in and took them?”

“What? No! I think Kevin figured out a way to rummage through my things before I left Houston. It’s all stuff that he liked. And I don’t have any specific memories of any of them here…That sounds like something he would do. He was always trying to have the best of both worlds. It figures that he’d pick around my stuff and take what he liked after the divorce.”

“Why’d you marry him, Case?” The pain in his voice made her look up at him. She’d been so focused on looking for her stuff that she hadn’t noticed how quiet he’d gotten. Now she could see his hands picking at a thread on his jeans and he wouldn’t look at her.

“I liked the idea of being married.” She walked over and sat next to him. “All of my friends were getting married. Kevin was nice enough when we were dating, and I thought we’d have a good life together. He bought me things, seemed to want to take care of me, and kept telling me how happy he’d make me. I believed him.”

“Did he ever mistreat you? Aside from cheating?”

“No. He was always nice to me. But the gifts stopped after a while. And when we couldn’t get pregnant, he drifted away. I guess since the perfect family thing didn’t work out, he was over it. He was always one for perfection.”

Brent’s next words came through clenched teeth. “Do you miss him?”

Casey thought before she answered. “Not really. I miss what I thought the marriage would be like, but it never was. I miss the dreams that I had for us, that never actually came to fruition. Does that make sense? I miss the dreams that I had for my life with him, but not the actual life we had together.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him back on the bed. His arm came around her shoulders and he pulled her close. “Now, I have you. And a whole new set of dreams.”

His breath was harsh with emotion, and Casey was at a loss as to why. But she continued anyway. Saying everything out loud was something she’d avoided. The only person really to tell was her mother, and her mother didn’t really need to know everything that went on inside her head. But telling Brent was different. She could tell him anything, and it made her feel better. It always had.

“The thing is, I’m still angry at him. He threw everything away.” She felt the tears prickle behind her eyes, and let them come, hoping for a weight to lift. “I had tried so hard to build a good life for us with what we had, and he was so intent on making sure that we appeared to be more than we were. It’s like he was never satisfied. Every spare dime we made went toward extras…Country Club membership, golfing stuff, fancy cars…You should have seen the damn house. We looked like we were loaded, but the truth is, we lived paycheck to paycheck. I did the best I could with what we had, but it was never enough. Then, when we started trying for children, I thought it would be something to help us bond, but it ended up ripping us apart.” There was no way to stop the tears now. They streamed down her face as Brent turned his body towards her. His eyes searched her soul, but his mouth stayed silent. She appreciated his silence.