It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten all about this place. I can’t figure out where he’s taking me until we’re practically there. But when he takes the last turn onto the dirt road, something snaps into place in my head. I start to laugh against his chest, the sound drowned out by the engine.

“Why are you laughing?” he growls as he looks back at me, but his eyes are twinkling.

“You’re seriously taking me to this run-down old place?” I call out, my tone teasing.

But I don’t mean it. Not at all.

It’s the old motor home. The place Cas took me that first night, all those years ago.

Cas pulls in and cuts the engine. “What do you mean, run-down?” he protests. “This place is fucking classy.”

Cas waits for me to hop off the bike, then pulls it up on the stand and gets off himself. To be fair, it does look a lot better than I remember it being. The tall grass around the motor home has been mowed into a sort of yard, and the door that Cas busted off its hinges to get in has been repaired.

“Donnie fixed the place up a year or so ago,” he says, producing a key and unlocking the door. He gestures ceremoniously for me to enter. “I’d carry you in,” he tells me, “but I’m pretty sure there’s no way we’re fitting through this door together.”

Inside, the place is recognizable, but a lot cleaner and a lot more modern. It still has some of the musty odor I remember, but it’s less rough. It’s almost… homey, in a way. I mean, it’s no Better Homes and Gardens, but it’s a lot better than it used to be.

“Donnie never figured out who busted in back then,” Cas chuckles. “I finally told him it was me a couple years ago. He chewed my ass for it.”

“I bet he did,” I smile. “But how did you get a key? Did he give you one?”

“Yeah,” Cas grins. “I guess he thought it’d be better than having me busting his door open again.”

“Good point,” I snort. I spend a few seconds looking around. “This place isn’t bad. You could almost live here.”

“Yeah, depending on how much you wanted to rough it. There’s still no electricity.” Cas opens a cupboard and takes out a bunch of candles in simple holders. One by one, he lights them with his lighter and sets them on various surfaces, until the room is bathed in a warm, golden light.

It’s… romantic.

Or, I’m just a sucker for weird, dark, smelly trailers.

“So, you bring many of your conquests out here?” I joke, turning towards him. I expect Cas to laugh, but he freezes, suddenly serious.

“No,” he says simply. “I’ve never brought anyone else out here.”

Something in his tone makes me feel like… apologizing? “It was kind of a joke,” I stammer, feeling kind of lame. I mean, I’ll grant you, the thought of him bringing someone out here does make me feel a little jealous. But I wasn’t fishing for a denial. After all, we both have pasts. In fact, we both have almost five years of pasts since we last saw each other. A man like Cas, I know, has probably had more women than he can count in that time.

Unlike me. I can count the men I’ve been with since Cas on exactly one finger.

Being a single mom of a young son will do that to you.

Cas pulls me tightly into his arms. His length presses hard against me. “Jen.” His voice goes low and raspy. “I’ve never brought anyone else out here but you. And not just here. Anywhere, really. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have memories with. A past.” He pauses. “And a future.”

Cas is so serious all of a sudden… and he’s almost never serious. I can’t think of anything to say, but luckily, Cas takes care of that for me by lowering his mouth to mine. His lips are demanding, devouring me. His tongue swirls against mine, tasting, possessing, until I’m feeling dizzy. I cling to him, feeling the heat begin to pool between my legs. God, it’s so good with him. I’m afraid of getting used to this, but that’s just exactly what’s happening.

He grins sexily at me now, his eyes flashing in the candlelight. “I still remember how sexy you were that night. Goddamn sexiest thing I’d ever seen. You were a fucking fantasy, you know that?”

“Were?” I manage to tease.

“Are.” His lips are hard against mine, his hand holding my head fast. His tongue winds around mine, claiming it, and I let out a little moan and sing into the kiss, my heart pounding fast. After a moment, Cas pulls back, and growls almost angrily, “Fuck, you still are, Jenna. You’re in my head all the time. You know how goddamn crazy it makes me to see how all the men at the club want you? You know how bad I want to claim you? To tell them to keep their fucking hands off you and their dicks in their pants?”

The hand that was behind my head slips down to pull my hips against his, the other one sliding up to my breast. My breath hitches in my throat. “You’re mine, Jenna,” he mutters. “All fucking mine.” His hand moves under my shirt, under my bra, and he grazes my sensitive nipple with his thumb. I suppress a moan. “Tell me you’re mine,” he insists.

“I’m…” I gasp. “I’m yours.”

“Your body is mine,” he growls. “I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this.”

“The only one,” I repeat obediently, shuddering at his touch.

“I’m the only one that gets to make you come.” He presses my sex harder against him, and my eyes flutter closed as I grind my hips against him, already desperate to relieve the ache. “Tell me,” he demands.

“Yes,” I breathe, but it comes out like I’m begging. “Yes, God, Cas…”

He pulls me down onto the bed, so I’m straddling him, and as he pulls off my tank top and my bra I’m yanking his T-shirt over his head. I move my hips along his length, and God, it feels so good. His hands run roughly over my skin, cupping my breasts and beginning to pinch my nipples just hard enough to make me briefly wonder if I’m going to come just like that. I can’t wait, can’t stand much more, and when his mouth closes over one of the areolas I make a noise deep in my throat that’s almost animal. He swirls his tongue around it, then closes soft lips over it and begins to suck gently as his thumb teases my other nipple. I’m practically writhing against his cock now, my fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. My body has taken over, my mind’s no longer even in control of what I’m doing, the only thought in my brain is now now now make me come now oh god…

Suddenly, Cas breaks away with a groan. “You’re gonna make me lose all control like that,” he rasps, and grabs my ass to set me aside. I watch as he kicks off his jeans and sets his thick shaft free. My mouth actually waters as I shimmy my jeans off as well, my eyes never leaving him. Mesmerized, I reach out and wrap my hand around him, stroking the hot, velvety skin and moving forward to take him in my mouth.

Cas hisses as my lips wrap around the large head. His skin is taut, and I love the way it feels against my tongue as I lick and stroke it. His fingers fist in my hair, guiding me as I slide him in and out, but I know he won’t let me keep doing this for long. I can tell just by the way he’s restraining himself. Sure enough, about thirty seconds later he pulls himself away from me, ignoring my moan of protest. Then before I even realize what’s happening, I’m on my back, and he’s on his knees in front of me.

“Jesus Christ,” Cas groans as his head slicks against my soaking lower lips. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Jenna. You’re wet for me.”

“Yes,” I tell him. “For your cock.” I never talked dirty before, but with Cas there’s just something about his cock that makes me want to call it that. It’s so massive, so huge. It is a cock, if ever there was one. He’s sliding the head along my pussy lips, gliding it around my clit, and my thighs tense as I angle my hips toward him. It feels fucking amazing, the heat of his skin against my wetness like that. I’m wound up tight as a rubber band, and I know he knows it. “Cas,” I urge him, and bite my lip, waiting for him to free me from the exquisite torture. “Please… I need it… Oh, God, I need you right now, just like this…”

A low noise, almost like he’s in pain, comes from deep in his throat as I strain toward him. Then, finally, he shifts on his knees and slams deep inside me, the top of his shaft sliding against my sensitive nub. Oh, God, yes! I’m so wet I coat the length of him, so when he pulls out and slides in again, it’s slick and perfect and delicious, and he rides me, watching me as I arch my back, hard, and shatter, my channel clutching him. Cas pulls back and drives himself into me, harder, harder, filling me with his cock and prolonging my orgasm as I call out his name. Then, I literally feel him get larger inside me, and he tenses and explodes, filling me with white-hot heat as the pleasure rockets through me.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my ear as he holds me to him.

“I’m yours,” I whisper back.