Acts of Salvation: An Age Gap Romance (Men of WRATH Book 2)
Acts of Salvation: Chapter 19

Posted up on the U-shape sectional, we are two happy people, stuffed to the brim and in the presence of amazing company.

I smile, remembering Cassie throwing back the stuffed jalapeño poppers like they were skittles. I love the fact that she isn’t a picky eater and doesn’t count calories like most of the girls I’ve seen in the past.

Perfect. My little angel is fucking perfect.

On that note, I pick up one of the legs that are draped over my lap and begin to massage from her ankle down to her tiny foot.

“How do you walk on these? They’re so small.” I chuckle into the delicate skin of her ankle as I run a hand up her leg, reveling in the softness of her body. She’s fit but still manages to keep curves in all the right places.

“Very funny. I’m short so I don’t need massive boat feet like you.” Her face flushes and I’m dying to know what she’s thinking about. The vixen takes a finger to her mouth, biting down on it before admitting what was running through that dirty mind of hers, “It’s true what they say… about big feet correlating to the size of a man’s cock. At least with you.”

Cassie withdraws her foot from my hand, gets up on all fours, and begins crawling toward me while biting her plump lower lip. Instantly, my dick hardens, pressing against the seam of my jeans and wanting out.

God, how I love living with this woman.

Cassie straddles me, lowering her face to mine, brushing our noses together, leaving our lips just within hovering distance. I can’t help but seek her mouth out with my tongue. I need to touch her, taste her, consume her.

I run my tongue across her juicy lower lip and my cock jumps against her apex as it remembers what those lips were doing last night. Visions of Cassie sucking me off, drinking every last drop I had, and enjoying every bit of it.

My chest swells with an emotion I’ve never felt before, making me stop what I’m doing.

“You okay there, big guy?” Cassie’s look of concern puts me on notice.

I will not kill the mood with my stupid heart.

“What could possibly be wrong? I have the most beautiful woman grinding on me like I’m her own personal sex toy.”

“But you are, aren’t you? Mine and only mine?” The vulnerability in her eyes slays me, urging me to give her the security she so clearly needs.

“Of course, my little angel. Yours and yours alone.” I want to add always and forever, but this girl is so skittish she’s bound to hop off and put an end to our fun.

Her smile regains some of that confidence I love so much. It’s like lighter fluid, further igniting whatever fire I’ve had, and shooting up ten-foot flames of desire, enveloping us in their heat.

Needing more, I lift her off and lay her down on her back, removing the summer dress she’s been teasing me with all day.

Immediately, my eyes gravitate toward her tits. Absolute perfection. The perfect handful with dusky pink nipples begging to be sucked. Happy to oblige, I palm a breast, bringing my mouth down and rolling the nipple with my tongue before gently biting down.

Cassie releases a moan as she wraps her legs around me, rolling her heat against my aching cock.

“I need you.” She breathes into the space between us. The scent of her a drug, making my synapsis fire and forever ingraining it as the smell of home.

“My baby gets what my baby wants.” I quickly pull myself free, eager to be back inside her, where I belong.

Slowly, I lower myself to her entrance, rubbing the pearl of precum from my slit onto her clit—back and forth.

The sight before me is enough to make me blow, making me use every bit of restraint I possess to hold back—Cassie playing with her tits as her head tilts back in ecstasy is a sight to behold.

Taking a mental picture, I forever ingrain this moment into my mind before slamming into her without warning, taking her, making her mine once more.

Heaven. No other word could do this feeling justice.

Never in my life have I felt anything sweeter. Savoring the moment, I take my time watching myself slide in and out, her slick juices leaving me glistening with the evidence of her desire.

So beautiful, the union of our bodies speaking a silent language only we can understand. She must be enjoying it as much as I am because without preamble, her walls start clamping down on my shaft, letting me know my little angel is about to explode.

My brows shoot up as I bite my lip in a poor attempt at keeping myself from full-blown grinning at this revelation.

Cassie glares at my antics as she pulls me down, rolls me over, and begins to roll her hips into me, grinding her clit onto the skin where our bodies meet.

Wanting to make her lose her mind, I angle my hips up, hitting that spot deep inside her and assaulting her senses completely, letting her be as consumed with me as I am with her.

I know my baby well, and like clockwork, she begins to squeeze me, milking me for all I’m worth. Unable to hold back any longer, we release at the same time, making magic.

Fucking magic.

As I feel myself spill into her I’m reminded that for the second time, we’ve had sex without a condom. Strangely, I’m not freaking out. On the contrary, visions of Cassie carrying our baby, makes my dick twitch in excitement.

This is unheard of for me. From a young age, our father taught us the importance of wrapping it up. With the Moretti name comes great responsibility. I know there are a number of shameless women who’d try to bag my brother or me for our money, and they most certainly wouldn’t bat a lash at using less than honorable means.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I forgot to put something on.” I know that having this conversation while I’m still inside her isn’t ideal, but I want to let her know that I’m here for her no matter what. “Just know that whatever happens, I’m okay with it.”

Cassie smacks my shoulder. “Real smooth, Casanova. I’m on the pill so we’re good on that front, and I’m clean. Are you?” She cocks a brow, no doubt referencing my prior wayward ways.

“Yes. I just had a physical and I’ve never been bare with anyone before. I would never knowingly put you in danger. You’re too precious to me.”

Something flashes in her eyes, too quickly for me to discern. I slide out of her, cleaning her up with my shirt.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I’m good.” Her words are meant to comfort me but they do little to put me at ease when her demeanor is so at odds with what she’s saying.

I bring her onto my lap, stroking her back like one would a startled creature. “Talk to me baby, what’s going through that head of yours.”

“It’s nothing, really.” She presses her lips together while bringing her knees to her chest, letting me know she’s closing herself off once more. “I should probably go to bed. I have to pull a bunch of pieces for the Wilson family. They have an event coming up soon and I want to run the selections by Blair tomorrow morning.”

Her words hit me like a slap to the face. “You’re not still wanting to work with McCreepster are you? That guy’s a fucking douche.” Memories of his hands on her has me wanting to break things.

“I sort of have to. I have a contract, remember?” She cocks her head to the side, looking up at me as if I were dense.

“Of course I remember, but I told you I’d have our attorney look at it. He’s already combing through it and will no doubt have a loophole for you within the next couple of days.”

“Okay, well until then, I have a job to fulfill.” She pops off my lap, picking up her dress from the floor and turning around to issue another metaphorical slap. “Any word from the cleaning crew? Is my place ready for me to move back in?”

I sit there stunned. Unable to form words for a minute. The ache in my chest feels raw, as if she’s just ripped it open with her bare fucking hands.

We’d just shared what was arguably one of, if not the most intimate moments of my life and here she is, desperately clawing to get away from me.

To leave me.

“No. I haven’t heard, but I promise I’ll let you know as soon as they call me.” I don’t smile. There’s nothing happy about this moment and there’s no sense in bullshitting.

I’ve never been one to fake shit and I’m not about to start now. I’ve also never been one to grovel, and if Cassie doesn’t want what I’ve so clearly offered, then I’m not going to force it.

Maybe my brother was right.

I’ve let one other woman in and when she left me, it wrecked my world. I’m not about to let it happen again.