Authors: Tamsyn Bester
The first tear slides down my cheek and I swipe it away quickly. She’s
blaming me?
“Seriously momma? You’re blaming me? I don’t have that kind of money, and
even if I did, I wouldn’t help you. I’m sorry, you’ll have to sort this out on
your own.”
My mother gasps, “B-b-but I’m your momma, and you owe me!”
“For what?”
“For giving you life! If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are.”
I scoff, feeling my anger boiling beneath my skin. “You know what?
You’re right, without you I wouldn’t be here, but let’s be clear - you showed
me who I don’t want to be. It was your shit life that made me work my ass
off to be better than what you and daddy ever were. I’m not helping you anymore. Find someone else to feed your habit-”
“What about your boyfriend?”
I freeze. “What? I don’t have a - ”
“According to Quinn, you do. You can borrow the money from him. Surely
he’ll agree you if he knew your parents need help.”
My jaw tightens, and I grind my teeth. “I don’t have a boyfriend, and even if
I did, I would never ask him for this,” my voice hitches, and I blink, feeling
more tears slide down my face. “I’m not helping you. Don’t call me again.
You’re dead to me.”
My mother starts yelling, and I end the call before she has a chance to call
me names. I stare at my phone, watching droplets splatter across my screen. I
close my eyes, and inhale deeply.
It feels good to finally stand up to that woman, but she still serves as a reminder that women like me, don’t get men like Kyler Knight. They don’t
choose us, and for the first time in my life, I wish I could be the kind of
woman he could fall in love with. But I’m not, and I think deep down, I
knew that when I agreed to what he was offering me. Then again, was I ever
in a position to turn him down?
I wipe my face just as Kyler walks in with a tray. He puts it on the bed, and
looks up at me. I give him a weak smile, but his brows crease. He’s far more
perceptive than most men I’ve met, and sometimes his ability to read me is
uncanny. It’s also unnerving, because the whole point of this was no attachments, and if I don’t tread carefully, I could lose everything all because I was
stupid enough to get attached to the one man who doesn’t do relationships.
He walks over to me, slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal. “Cass?
What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I lie. Kylers fingers come up to my chin and he
tilts it so that he can look into my eyes.
“You’ve been crying,” he states. “What happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “It’s not important.” I stretch onto my toes
and kiss him.
“Feed me,” I say against his mouth.
His eyes scrutinize me, and when I see his decision not to press whatever he
thinks is wrong, I relax and wrap my arms his waist.
We say nothing, but his eyes tell me everything. Something is different, but
instead of worrying about it, I wait for Kyler to make me feel better.
He might not know it, but I’m slowly becoming addicted to him, and if I
don’t walk away soon enough, it may just be too late. Until then, I have to
take what he’s giving me, and hope that it won’t become what I fear most.
More.
I sit on my bed, back against the headboard, and watch Cassey get ready for
her night out with Quinn. I called one of my buddies who recently opened a
new club in the city, and made arrangements for them to get in without having to stand in line. Of course, Cassey has no idea. It’s better that way.
She zips up the back of her tight, red dress that reaches her mid-thigh, and
finishes up her make-up. When she turns around, I stare unabashed in appreciation at the beautiful woman in front of me, whom I’ve gotten to know
quite well over the time she’s been living with me. It’s her last night here,
and as much as I would’ve liked to spend it with her, I’m glad she’s going
out with Quinn. Truth be told, I’m a little uncomfortable with her going out
without me, simply because I don’t want any other horny douchebag seeing
her in that dress.
Yes, sadly I have become a little possessive, and I’ve tried to convince myself
that it’s because the city can be a dangerous place for two young women to
be alone. But that’s bullshit. It’s because I’ve come to care about Cassey, and
the thought of another man laying a hand on her makes my blood boil.
“How do I look?” Cassey asks, smiling at me with excitement. Her current
expression is a stark contrast to the expression I saw earlier.
I could see something was wrong, but decided that asking her would be blurring some kind of line between us, and if she wanted me to know, then she
would have told me.
“Too gorgeous,” I reply honestly, giving her a half-grin. “The guys won’t be
able to stay away from you.” I know what I sound like - a boyfriend - but
somewhere in my mind, my need to protect her overrides everything else.
“That’s too bad,” she replies. “I’m not interested in them.” She winks and disappears into my bathroom, which is now filled with all her girly products
because she hasn’t slept in the guest bedroom or used its en suit bathroom
since the first night she stayed here. What scares me is that tomorrow, all
traces of her will be removed from my apartment, and it will be like she was
never here. For whatever reason that unsettles me. However, I take comfort
in knowing that she’s not ready for our arrangement to be over yet, and if I’m
completely honest with myself, neither am I. Something about her has captured my full attention, and I’d be an asshole to think it’s just the fan-fucking-tastic sex we’ve been having.
There’s so much more to Cassey Emerson than meets the eye, and whether
she knows it or not, she’s been showing me pieces of her true self over the
past few days. Which is probably why I genuinely care about her.
Cassey comes back out, and sits down on the bed to slip her heels on. The
door bell rings, and I jump up to greet Quinn at the door.
“Hi, Kyler,” she greets, walking in. Her light green dress clings to her long
lean body, and her cropped blonde hair is pinned back.
“Quinn.” I close the door and walk into the kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
“No thanks,” she replies, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
I take a Carona out the fridge, and turn to face Quinn. “Cass, will be out in
a bit,” I tell her, noting the way her eyes study me. Putting my mouth on the
rim of the bottle, I tip my head back and take a long sip.
“Thanks,” she replies.
The silence permeating between us quickly turns awkward and if hearing my
silent plea, the sound of Cassey’s heels click loudly on the hardwood floors
and she appears, looking drop dead fucking gorgeous. Quinn’s lips rise into a
knowing smirk when she see’s me starting at Cassey.
“Quinny!” Cassey squeals, wrapping her arm over Quinn’s shoulder in a
half-embrace.
“You look smokin’ sister,” Quinn says smiling. “Don’t you think so, Kyler?”
I fight the frown forming on my forehead, wondering what the hell Quinn is
getting at.
“Yes,” I reply. I look at Cassey, and her mouth tilts into a soft, private smile.
“She looks gorgeous,” I say. “But I already told her that.”
After a beat, Cassey clears her throat, and grins awkwardly at Quinn. “Let’s
get going, we don’t want to be stuck in the line all night.”
Quinn rises from her seat, and picks up her clutch purse, looking between
me and Cassey.
“Have fun,” I tell them. “And be careful.”
Cassey rounds the breakfast bar, and comes to stand next to me. I’m vaguely
aware of Quinn watching us, but right now, I could care less.
“See you later?” Cassey asks quietly.
I give her a gentle smile, and nod. “Call me when you’re ready to come home,
I’ll come get you.”
“There’s no need for that,” she replies. “I’ll take a cab.”
“Cass,” I warn. “I’ll fetch you.”
“Okay,” she sighs. She gives me a peck on my cheek, and as much as I’d like
to make it more, I’m a little too uncomfortable doing it with Quinn’s eyes on
us. “Bye.”
Cassey and Quinn leave, so I grab another Carona and collapse onto the
couch for some mindless television to pass the time.
After two hours of being restless, and wondering what Cassey is up to, I
throw on a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and decide to check up on her.
She doesn’t even have to know I’m there
, I reason with myself.
I’ll just slip in,
make sure she’s okay, and then slip out again.
Before I can question why exactly I feel the need to check up on Cassey, I’m
out the door and on my way to the club. When I arrive, the sidewalk is littered with partygoers, both entering and leaving the new club.
A few paparazzi stand around, and snap pictures of a few of the local celebrities coming out for a night on the town. Naturally, they start snapping a
few pictures of me, but I wave them away and head towards the entrance. I
give the burley bouncer my name, and he lifts the velvet rope to let me in. It’s
dark inside, but the high ceiling has various storable lights hanging in strategic places that light up the large space. VIP booths line the upper floor, and
overlook the dance floor, while the outer east wall is a long bar. It’s busy, people dancing, talking and drinking everywhere, and I push my way through
the crowd, etching closer to the dance floor. I search the faces, and despite
the atrocious lighting, I spot and Cassey and Quinn in the middle of the
dance floor. A waitress passes me, and I ask her to bring me a beer. When she
comes back, she hands the chilled bottle to me, eyeing me appreciatively, and
then huffs when I don’t bother acknowledging her. The song changes into
a faster upbeat tempo, and I edge closer to the outskirt of the dance floor.
Cassey throws her head back and laughs, looking stunning, and totally carefree. I know I said I would leave, but I don’t want to. Quinn whispers something in Cassey’s ear, turns to walk towards the rest rooms. Deciding to take
a chance, I step onto the dance floor, and weave through the throng of people
until I’m behind Cassey. I snake my arm around her waist and pull her body
against mine. She turns in my arm, and faces me, a look of surprise on her
face.
“Kyler? What are you doing here?”
I shrug sheepishly. “I wanted to make sure you are okay.”
Cassey’s mouth dips into a smirk, and I want nothing more than to kiss her
senseless.
“You were missing me, weren’t you?” she giggles.
I look away, a little embarrassed that she’s not only right, but that she caught
me too.
Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, and turns my face towards her. “I kinda
missed you too,” she admits.
I lean down, and hear her breaths quicken. “Dance with me,” I whisper. Her
head bobs up and down, and she steps into me just as a slower song comes
on, a heavy base thrumming throughout the packed club . But I don’t notice anyone else. They all fade away, and I can see, touch, feel and breathe is
Cassey. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, besides the obvious, and I
fear that our ‘boundaries’ are no longer as clear as they should be. I push the
concern out of my mind, and give my full attention to Cassey as our bodies
meld together to the heavy beat of the music. Gripping her wait tighter, I slip
my knee between her legs, and grind my hips. Her one arm wraps around my
neck and her other rests between our bodies on my chest. I lower my head,
and bring my mouth to her neck. I lick and suck, enjoying the salty sweet
taste that is distinctly Cassey. My other hand cups her butt, and he lowers
onto my knee, rubbing herself on the hard denim. My cock is hard, and hearing her little breaths only makes it worse. If we weren’t completely surrounded by a sea of people, I’d strip her naked and take her right here, no questions
asked. She massages my neck, and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “Take
me home,” she murmurs. “Now.”
“What about Quinn?” I ask. I’m horny as fuck, and hard as hell, but I’m not
about to leave Cassey’s best friend in this club alone.
Cassey purses her lips, and then says, “Wait for me by the bar, I’ll go find
Quinn.”
I give her a kiss, and then watch her leave before heading back towards the
bar.
“Kyler Knight.”
I turn to face the person calling my name, and visibly tense when I come
fate-to-face with Andrew Blake. The same asshole who took Cassey to his
parent’s anniversary party a few weeks ago and then ignored her all night.
“Blake,” I reply, my voice tight. This guy is a Class A prick, and I can’t stand
him.
“I saw you dancing with Cassey,” he says, a malevolent grin spreading across
his face.
“And?”
“I always knew you had a thing for my sloppy seconds,” he snickers.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I grind out.
“Cassey didn’t tell you?”
I frown. “Tell me what?”
“The night of my parents anniversary party. I fucked Cassey.”
He’s lying, because I saw Cassey leave with Quinn, and then stumbled across
Drew going at it with some other blonde bimbo in the janitors closet. The
asshole was so drunk, he probably doesn’t even remember.
“Nice try, Blake, but you’re lying.”
“Are you sure?” he goads. “Because I’m pretty sure it was her whispering in
my ear, begging me to fuck her harder.”
He’s pushing me. Testing to see how much I can take before I crack. I know
he’s lying, but it doesn’t stop me from me from remembering how Cassey
really sounds when she’s asking to be fucked harder. What Drew doesn’t realize, is that Cassey doesn’t say it that way. She doesn’t say anything at all, actually. She uses her body to tell me what she wants by digging her nails into my
butt, biting my shoulders and pulling me into her until I’m buried balls deep.
I bet she’d sound sexy saying the words “fuck me harder” but the thought of
her saying it with someone else makes me see red.
I open my mouth to speak, ready to tell this fucker to go to hell, when I see
Cassey, Quinn and Drew’s younger brother, Jarred, approaching us. Cassey
sees the anger on my face, and walks towards me cautiously. Quinn and
Jarred look between me and Drew, confused by our sudden stand off.
“Everything okay?” Cassey asks, looking up at me. Her hair cascades over her
shoulders, and her eyes probe mine.
“Yeah,” I reply. “You ready to go?”
Her lips twitch and she nods. I wrap my arm around her waist protectively,
and Drew mutters, “Whore,” under his breath. Our heads whip up, but before I can throw the first punch, Jarred lands his fist on Drew’s jaw, knocking
him flat on his ass. People step[ away, gasping, while Drew glares up at his
brother.
“What the fuck?” Drew yells.
“It’s time for you to leave,” Jarred grinds out. He gives his brother a pointed stare. Drew stands up, and wipes his mouth before stomping off. Cassey
whispers in Quinn’s ear, and then says goodbye. She disappears into the
crowd, and Jarred follows. I feel Cassey’s hand slip into mine and we turn to
leave.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Cassey asks quietly, as we
climb into the town car.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” I tell her. I kiss the back of her hand
hoping it will placate her. I can see the disbelief in her eyes, and as much I
hate keeping jot from her, she doesn’t need to know what Drew said. He’s
not worth it, and Cassey deserves so much better.
We’re silent when we enter my apartment, but I don’t mind it. It’s perfect for
what I have in mind. Cassey turns to face me, and asks, “Are we okay?”
There’s more to her question than merely words. I know she’s worried about
what will happened when she moves out tomorrow. The truth is, I don’t really
know, and for the first time it bothers me. Nothing with Cassey is black and
white anymore. But for tonight, I won’t worry about it, and I won’t allow her
to either. I nod once and pull her face closer to mine. I kiss her lips, gently,
and then lead her to my bedroom. We remain silent, and I begin removing
Cassey’s dress, starting at the top, and dragging the zip down. I kiss her bare
back, and smile against her skin when she shivers. I slide the dress off, leaving
her in only a black thong.
My hands travel up her sides, and I cup her breasts. She turns in my arms
and starts undressing me, until we’re both wearing nothing but our underwear. I lift her up, and her mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, embedding
her mark. Our tongues dance, and probe, savoring each others’ taste. Cassey’s
hardened nipples rush against my chest, and she moans, deep into my mouth
so that I inhale it. I lower us onto my bed, her legs opening for me with ease,
and I rub my hard cock over her wet cleft. Her hands rake over my back, and
she grips my hair, making a feral sound escape my lips. Our mouths part,
exchanging heavy breaths, and she looks into my eyes. Something about
this feels more intimate than anything we’ve ever done before. Lowering
my head, I trail wet kisses down her neck, and over her racing pulse. I slip
my hand between us, and touch her pussy, finding it ready for me. Reaching
over to the bedside table, I grab a condom, and roll it on quickly before falling back between Cassey’s legs. Her hands become frantic, and she grabs my
butt, sliding my boxer briefs down my legs. I rip her thong off, and she claws
at me, feeling as hungry and eager as I do. Her hand wraps around my hard
length, and she guides me to her wet entrance.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, as I push into her. I watch her face contort in pleasure,
her eyes pinched closed and her lips parted.
“God, Cass,” I breathe out. “You feel so fucking perfect, baby.”
“Kyler,” she sucks in a breath, “I need you… oh God… to move, please.”
I take her left hand in mine and thread our fingers together next to her head.
I start moving my hips, sliding in and out of her slick heat at a torturously
slow pace. I’m torturing myself, as much I’m torturing her, for no other reason than my need to make this last. I sink into her, and instead of pulling
back out, I circle my hips. The tip of my cock hits her sweet spot, once, twice
and then again. She throws her head back; her mouth open and her nails dig
into back.