Authors: Seraphina Donavan,Wicked Muse
“What is it?”
“Crystal,” she said, simply. “I’ve seen that car parked in front of my house a dozen times, but I didn’t know it was hers.”
Reed looked over to the ancient Grand Marquis. It was the size of a small house. “It isn’t hers. That car belonged to her grandfather.”
“How do you know that?”
“All through high school, I pumped gas at Fisher’s. I knew every car in this town and who drove them,” he said.
“I forget sometimes that you were as poor as I was. We lived right beside on another in the same shithole trailer park, and yet you and your mom were always somehow above it. I always admired her... I wanted to be like her.”
“She always liked you. I can remember coming home from school and you would be sitting on our front porch with her braiding your hair and while you ate my Fruity Pebbles.”
Cass laughed, “You guys always had the best cereal... I knew even then that she just felt sorry for me, but I didn’t care. Rowena couldn’t be bothered and Mamaw Rose was just old and tired.”
Reed took her hand, squeezing it, not as much to comfort her as himself. “I’m not going to say she didn’t feel sorry for the fact that you got dealt such a crap hand... But Mom had always wanted a daughter. Some cute little thing to dress up and do god-awful things to her head.”
Cass grew quiet for a long while before she asked, “I know why I would go visit your mother. What reason in this world could you have had to go see mine?”
He didn’t try to bullshit his way out of it. Instead, he asked, “There’s no way I can talk you into just shelving that for a while, is there?”
“No. It’s been bugging me ever since you walked into the dress shop this morning. How would you have even known unless you were there? And you told me not to look at her... You wouldn’t know that unless you’d seen her.”
Reed glanced at the rearview mirror as he turned onto Cass’ street and saw the Grand Marquis cruising several car lengths back. “I’ll tell you everything, but let’s wait until we’re inside.”
Cass looked over her shoulder and saw the older model car creeping up behind them. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I’ll handle it. Just go inside.”
“Oh, hell no! She wants to spy on me, to sneak around and follow us like some love sick teenager? That’s just fucking fine with me!”
Before Reed could even think of what Cass was planning to do, she had crawled over top of him, straddling his hips. Her bottom hit the horn and it sounded for a split second, before he pulled her up off of it. That movement had the unfortunate side effect of settling her barely covered mound against his cock, which instantly hardened in response. “Cass, I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, but this cannot be good.”
“On the contrary, I think it can be very good! Where’s your kinky side now counselor? Or can you only access that behind closed doors?” Even as she was asking the questions, Cass was working his zipper down, exposing his cock. She scraped one lacquered fingernail gently over the tip and watched him shudder.
“If you want to fuck in a public place, fine, but these are your neighbors not mine.”
She gripped his hair, yanking his head back and drove her tongue into his mouth. It wasn’t a kiss really. It was a duel for supremacy. Her life was spiraling out of control and for just a moment, for one blissful second, she needed to feel in control. Teeth and tongues scraped and slid sensually together, she nipped at his lips and then soothed. But above all else, she led. For the first time in their somewhat unconventional relationship, Reed let her be the one in charge. She wasn’t stupid enough to think it was anything other than choice on his part. When he tried to touch her, she grabbed his hands and planted them firmly on the steering wheel behind her.
“Not this time,” she admonished, breaking the kiss. Reaching between their bodies she grasped his cock again. It was rock hard and pulsing her hand. Rising onto her knees, she brushed the glistening head against the lace of her thong, and then with a flick of her thumb, nudged the lace aside so that bare skin touched slick, bare skin.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Reed?”
He met her gaze with a heavy lidded one of his own, “Yes, Cass. I want you to fuck me.”
Her eyes glinted, still damp from her brief bout of tears. “Tell me...”
Fuck, she was killing him, he thought. But she wanted a distraction, she needed something, anything, to keep the pain and anger at bay. He understood that only too well. “I want to slide my cock into your hot, tight, pussy. I want to feel how wet you are, how hot... I love the way your cunt closes around my cock like a fist, squeezing it tight when I pound it into you.”
She moaned as she parted the lips of her pussy with one hand and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. On the second pass, she shuddered deeply and knew that she wasn’t going to be able to tease him for much longer. It was the emotional upheaval of the day, as much as anything else, but she craved him in that moment, craved the feeling of him inside her and the sweet release he could provide. With an artful undulation of her hips, she nudged his cock inside her, but only the head. Her thighs trembled as she held herself above him that way, letting her walls of her pussy flutter around the sensitive head until he threw back his head on a low groan.
Slowly, Cass sank down on to him, savoring every inch of his cock spearing into her. Her body clenched and shuddered and she let him fill her. It wasn’t the hard angry ride she had thought she wanted, it was slow and torturous. The steering wheel behind her restricted her movement, so that she could only circle her hips against him, savoring the languid glide of his cock in her dew slicked sheath. A glance over her shoulder and she saw that his hands were clenched into fists on the steering wheel, following her orders. He wanted to touch her, to grab her hips and pound upward into her. She could see the desire plainly on his face, but it was her turn and she planned to enjoy it. Reaching behind her head, she unfastened the halter of her sundress, and dropped the straps to reveal a lacy, strapless bra. A gentle tug, and her nipples were barely visible above the cups, their natural pink darkened by desire and starkly contrasted against the black lace. She placed two fingers at his lips and he sucked them, wetting them. She then placed those fingers on one nipple, tugging it gently as she added a slight clenching of her sheath to the slow undulation of her hips. He groaned loudly.
Cass lost herself to it then. Her hips found a perfect rhythm that rocked him into her, and with a slight bow of her back, he touched a spot inside her that made her gasp and shiver. With the added pressure of her fingers tightening on her nipples, tugging at the engorged buds, and the knowledge that they were being watched, envied, only aroused her more. He groaned again, and nudged his hips against her. She could feel his balls drawing up tight, and knew that he was about to cum. Levering herself forward, she kissed him again, their tongues tangling together, mimicking the intimate act their bodies were engaged in. That kiss, the scrape of his teeth on her lower lip, while his cock slid a fraction deeper inside her, was enough and she shattered. He was only seconds behind her, the hot jet of his cum sparking another orgasm on the tail of the first one.
“This was not well thought out,” he said, and the admonishment was more for himself than for her. There were things Cass didn’t know that might have effected her decision to have sex with him in such an exposed place. “I shouldn’t have let you take a risk like this.”
“I’m not a child. I can take care of myself... and now Miss Priss over there has no doubt that I can take care of you too. Or do you get off on her school girl adoration?”
Reed sighed heavily. Cass was spoiling for a fight now, full of raw emotion and no place to put it all. “I don’t think you’re a child. You’ve had a rough day, Cass, rougher than what anyone should have to go through. There’s no need to add to that when you don’t have to.”
She knew she was being a bitch and somehow that only made her angrier that he was being reasonable. Tossing her hands into the air, she said, “Fine!” With less than graceful movements, she shimmied her way off his lap and flopped back into the passenger seat, righting her clothes as she went. It took longer than she wanted but she finally managed to extricate herself from the vehicle.
Slamming the door harder than necessary, she got out of the car and marched up the front steps and struggled with the lock. When she finally managed to get the door open, she stomped inside and slammed it closed behind her. It wasn’t helping. The sex hadn’t helped. The tantrum hadn’t helped. It was like all the things she’d been trying to repress had just bubbled closer to the surface. Suddenly uncomfortable in her dress and heels, as if everything that touched her skin was too tight or too rough, she began to strip, tossing the clothes into the corner as she headed for the bedroom. Reaching into the closet she found an old shirt, worn and soft. Tugging it over her head, she reached into the drawer for a pair of pajama pants and slipped them on. Afterward, she felt marginally better, but she was still spoiling for a fight. When Reed entered the room, she confronted him about Crystal. He’d stayed outside so long, she knew that he had to have talked to her.
“What did you say to her?”
Reed deposited his briefcase and laptop on the dresser. “I didn’t say anything. When she saw me approaching her, she drove away.”
“I am sick and tired of that crazy little bitch following me around, spray painting my car, and generally stirring drama! I have enough of that already!”
He nodded. “I’ll talk to the sheriff. I should have earlier and maybe it wouldn’t have gotten to this point... The things I haven’t told you, Cass, it wasn’t because I was intentionally trying to hurt you. The first part I needed verification on, and the second part, I didn’t find that out until this morning and there just wasn’t time.”
Cass’ felt her stomach tighten, the muscles knotting into a hot, angry ball. “Go on.”
“Your mother approached me outside the court house not long after she’d come to town and tried to blackmail me by threatening to expose our relationship... I didn’t pay her off, and you know that it was never my wish to hide our relationship.”
She tapped her foot, “Get to the punchline, Reed. I don’t need your opening and closing arguments here.”
He was hesitating, spinning it, and it was because he knew she would hit the roof when the truth came out. “Your mother threatened to expose the truth about who your father was... I know she’s thrown different names around over the years, but this one was different. She claimed that Parker Remington was your father.”
Cass sat down on the edge of the bed, not trusting her knees to hold her. “You said verification.”
“Mrs. Parker, his mother, has left a sizable chunk of her estate to you. When she passes away, you will be very wealthy.”
“Is that what you found out today?”
Reed reached into his briefcase and pulled out the envelope. “No. This was left at the office, and I can only assume that Rowena was involved.”
Cass pulled the stack of photo prints from the envelope. As she flipped through them, her movements became more frantic, and by the time she’d reached the end, she felt sick. Nausea roiled in her gut and her pulse pounded in her ears. “This isn’t Rowena’s style. I can’t believe she would do this!”
“She already tried to blackmail me--”
“Not the blackmailing! That is definitely Rowena’s style... or was. These pictures were taken almost daily, Reed. Rowena never followed through on anything. Do you honestly think she would have followed us, stalked us, photographed us every day for nearly a month, when a handful of pictures on any one of these occasions would have done the trick?”
He hadn’t thought about it. Suddenly the Grand Marquis that had followed them seemed even more ominous. “I’m going to call the sheriff and have him pick Crystal up for questioning. I can’t think of anyone else who would take those. She has nothing to gain from blackmailing us, but if she and Rowena were working together--”