“Will,” I said between kisses, “I missed you so much.”
He sat us both up, my legs still wrapped around him, his erection insistent between us.
“I missed you also … as you can see,” he laughed, flicking my hair away from my eyes.
My hand instinctually reached for him, and I rolled my fingers over his smooth, round head, feeling him stiffen more. His eyes took in the parts of my body he now reached to savor—my neck, my shoulder, my breasts. His tongue circled hot around my nipples, his lips gently tugging them into tense peaks slick with his kisses. Satisfied, he nudged my torso away from him so I rested on my palms behind me. Suddenly, I didn’t even like being this far away from him, but it was to allow his hand to slip beneath me, to tease out my wetness with a few feverish strokes of his fingers.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Cassie,” he whispered, sending two fingers higher still, curving up to hit a spot so sensitive, so perfect, I felt my eyes go wide. “I want to look in your face while you come. While I make you come,” he said, licking his fingers quickly and covering my clit, now aching, under the soft pad of his thumb.
“I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long, Cassie.”
His lips curled as he increased the speed but not the pressure, hitting my perfect spot with an insistent, delicious tempo. “Come for me, Cassie. Come for me.” Oh and I did, right then, right there, throwing my head back, pressing my knees out, my whole body arching towards him. I came, releasing all the ache, all the pain, all the longing into that dusty, perfect room upstairs, the one that grew more and more beautiful each and every time we found ourselves alone and naked in it. His fingers continued thrusting, as I moaned for him, until I had to beg him to stop, desperate to catch my breath, desperate to come down, to come back to him, my Will.
My whole center heaving, I reached to stroke his sleepy, stubbly face, vowing silently to take care of this good man better, to never let him go again. His mouth found my thumb and he sucked and swirled it, bucking slightly as I reached my other hand between my legs to take him in my hand.
“I’ve missed this too,” I said, wrapping my hand around him as he rested back on his hands.
He watched my fingers flutter up and down, loosely, but quickly, my grip tightening with his obvious appreciation, my fingers moving faster, until that became too much for him, and he rolled his eyes heavenward. I quickened my pace still, leaning forward, my mouth next to his ear, my nipples grazing his upper arm.
“It’s you, Will, it’s always been you. It’ll always be you,” I whispered, as he moaned, saying my name.
He patted around for his wallet, stuffed in his jeans nearby, stopping my hand so he could slide a condom on. Then he gathered my legs around him again, arms encircling my waist tightly. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, as he eased me down onto him, all the way to the end of me, filling me up more completely than anyone ever had or ever would. We stayed still for a moment, joined like that, my hands on his cheeks, my wet lips sliding sweetly across his, breathing in his breath, my hips grinding him slowly, feeling him all the way in me, one strong arm braced behind him, the other around me, holding my hips down. He moved beneath me, lovingly at first, reverently watching my face. Then his thrusts increased in intensity, and my hands braced on his shoulders as I felt him plunging up and into me, as I drove down onto him.
“Oh god, Will.”
“Cassie … oh, I love you, I love you like this,” he said, his face twisted in sweet agony as I rode him, my whole being focused on squeezing him, my hips rocking hard enough to finally pull the ecstasy right out of him. He came. I made him come, and then he fell backwards, panting for a few seconds.
I savored my beautiful victory until his body missed mine, and he pulled me down against him, gathering me close again. We spooned, my ass tucked in his sticky lap, his hard thigh thrown over mine, quivering from what he had just done to me, from what I had done to him, from what we had done to each other.
“Promise me something,” he said.
“Anything.”
“Promise me we’ll never let anything or anyone come between us again.”
“I do,” I said, closing my eyes. “I promise.”
21
CASSIE
DESPITE THE FACT that Will and I had known each other for the better part of a decade and had seen each other naked (at least three more times since that glorious afternoon, once at his place, once at mine and again on that mattress before he hauled it to the trash when the new chairs arrived), the night he came to fetch me for the S.E.C.R.E.T. event at Latrobe’s was, technically, our first date ever.
The weeks leading up to that fateful night were the happiest I’d ever had in my life. There was no more hiding, no sneaking around. With Tracina away from the restaurant and off building a new life, we were free to start ours, the restaurant turned into our discreet proving ground, a kiss here, an open embrace there, a hot look around every corner. And I didn’t care that Dell rolled her eyes or Claire was a little confused, too young to be a confidante but old enough to know some “heavy adult shit just went down,” as I caught her saying to her friends over smokes in the back.
After he said yes to my invitation, I took Will to the Funky Monkey to buy his first tux and to see Dauphine, so radiant with newfound love herself that it was like looking in a mirror. We kept our overwhelming joy at seeing each other to a normal level in front of Will, saying only that our acquaintance was the result of membership in this women’s group whose formal event we were both attending.
He stood in front of a mirror in the changing area, handsome in his tux, as Dauphine pinned the hem of his pants.
“I’m glad I kept this one,” she said. “It’s too big for Mark. Though I have a feeling even getting that boy in a tux that fits him will be a lot harder than I expect.”
A week later, the night of the event, after a clumsy attempt to assemble the damn bow tie, Will asked why I’d never mentioned I belonged to this charitable organization, especially one flush enough to give away fifteen million dollars.
“Because, it’s a secret. It’s sort of part of the whole schtick, the anonymity, the quiet servitude, that sort of thing. But you’ve seen me with Matilda a thousand times. I wasn’t hiding anything.”
Oh my god, was I becoming a liar? Or more comfortable with the truth? It was becoming difficult to tell the difference.
“But now this group wants the whole city to know it’s giving away millions?”
It was a question I had put to Matilda too, but she said in her experience it was best to hide in plain sight. A donation that big, to that many organizations would hardly remain anonymous, so why not openly celebrate it? And S.E.C.R.E.T., under its other name, desperately needed the tax deduction to keep afloat a little longer.
“If you don’t want anyone to know about your underground group dedicated to female sexual fulfillment and exploration,” she said, “house it in a mansion in the middle of the city. Why? Because no one would believe you even if you told them the truth.”
Absently fastening my charm bracelet to my wrist, forgoing his assistance, I suddenly felt nervous to bring Will to such a strange event. But I trusted the women, especially Matilda, not to blow my secret. Also, it was the last bit of solidarity I could show, before leaving S.E.C.R.E.T., for these women who’d done so much for me and asked for so little in return. I even bought a beautiful black dress for the occasion, a long backless, strappy number, in luscious sateen.