Eternal Pleasures (8 page)

  
 
“Your reasons for being here will become clearer to you before the sun rises. Eat, Cassandra, you’ll find you’d wished you had if you don’t.” Garrett said, not once looking into her eyes. “Russell and I are old friends drawn together by life’s similarities…and tragedies. One day you may come to understand, right now is not that time.”

  
 
“There’s another thing. Why can’t you look me in the eye at least once when you talk to me?” She spooned a couple of the garlic roasted potatoes onto her plate. “I know I’m not that bad to look at, with you around I’m beginning to wonder if I’d grown a wart or something.”

  
A chuckle, deep and sexy, penetrated her heart. “My dear Cassandra, you are anything except undesirable…even to me.”

  
“Could have fooled me,” she said, popping a piece of garlic roasted potato in her mouth. “Are you sure you don’t…you know…like your friend Mr. Canterbury better?”

  
Garrett shoved his plate away, tossing his fork on top of what was left of his supper. “Well, shall we find out if what you ask is true?”

  
He stood before her, the challenge issued. What if she didn’t accept and pretended it was meant as a joke? Not likely, she loved a challenge. If she was right, then it would explain why he hadn’t taken advantage of her in his bed. Any other man would have.

Chapter 11

  
…Bong…Bong…Bong

  
Garrett felt the sharp intake of breath when the tenth bong rang out, signally the hour. Memories of the fire and Victoria’s screams resounded through his mind. His nerves crackled as if something was about to happen…again.

  
It’s been over a hundred years, will the memory ever go away?
He pulled his hat down, put his hand at the small of Cassandra’s back and hurried them through the streets back to his shop. It was the one place he’d feel the safest at…even if it wasn’t impenetrable.

  
He didn’t begin to relax until they stood outside the shop door. He looked quickly into the shadows of the street, placing the shop key in the lock once he was satisfied no one lurked behind them.

  
Garrett turned the latch then swung open the door, closing it in one swift movement. “I’ll light a lamp,” he said, then left Cassandra standing in front of the heavy wooden door. He’d reinforced the door with several layers of hard wood, hoping it would keep any intruders from breaking it down. After that fateful night, he’d never given cause for suspicion, but there was always the first time. If he was over cautious he had good reason to be.

  
The warm glow of the lamp lit the room. Garrett turned to find Cassandra huddled at the door, looking around like she’d seen a spirit.

  
He took a step toward her, “Cassandra?” He reached out to touch her, only to have her turn from him.

  
Cassandra strolled around the shop, touching the mantel of the fireplace. “I feel like I know this place,” she said, turning to face him. “It’s the exact same layout as our shop, Eternal Pleasures. It’s just missing the modern conveniences, like electricity.”

  
Garrett’s mind raced in search of an explanation. He took a deep breath, then tossed his cloak and hat onto a chair. “Many shops are designed the same, Cassandra. Functionality is a must in a small space.”

  
She turned toward him, tears seeping down her cheeks. “For a moment I thought I was home again. But I’m not, am I?”

  
Taking her in his arms, he pulled her closer to his chest. The warmth of her heart penetrated his skin, touching his own beating organ with tenderness.
What was it they said in the 20
^th
Century? Oh yes, home is where the heart is and my heart will always be home for you, my love.

  
She snuggled deeper into his embrace, sending flashes of heat through his cock. The vision of warming himself inside her threw his throbbing rod into convulsions. He should let her go, but couldn’t. He’d been without a real woman’s love far too long, and he’d come so close with Cassandra on several occasions…even if she didn’t realize it.

  
Unable to contain himself any longer, Garrett slipped the cloak from her shoulders. He tilted her chin with a fingertip until his eyes met the raw desire lurking in hers. He kissed her with a need he’d not felt in more than a lifetime. He swept her up into his arms, never breaking their heated connection.

  
Mmmmm, delicious.
The thought flitted in Cassandra’s mind as she returned Garrett’s kiss. A kiss she’d only dreamt about. Quick and hot, her pulsing clit hardened with need and desire. For now, all thoughts of home escaped her mind…or was home right here in his arms? It certainly felt like it.

  
She became aware that her feet left the floor when she’d felt herself being carried across the room to the settee. Her lips, hot and bruised, eager for more of what Garrett gave them cried out when the cool air touched them.

  
He stood in front of her, the bulge in his pants looking her square in the eye. Without a moment’s thought she ran a fingertip lightly over the hump, feeling his cock bump against the material. Wanting to feel more, she flattened her hand lightly against the pant material. Barely covering the bulge with the palm of her hand, she pulled away quickly when it flicked at her touch. If his cock was as large as it felt, she just had to have it.

  
Her pussy could wait, but her mouth couldn’t. She licked her lips, then reached out and unbuttoned his waist band with as much grace as she could muster in the dim light. His deep, husky moan only encouraged her to venture further in search of satisfaction. She slowly and deliberately pulled his shirt free from the restriction caused by the tight pants. His moans grew huskier and his breathing deeper.

  
Cassandra smiled to herself. Licking her lips, she sucked in the bottom one in anticipation of the treat that could be hers. She wanted to taste him, all of him on her tongue and in her mouth. Her pussy grew moist with juices at the prospect of hugging him inside her…deep inside her.

  
His cock strained further against his pants and she couldn’t resist leaning forward to place a kiss upon the throbbing bulge. His sharp intake of breath gave her a sense of power, exciting her further in her boldness. Feeling his hands lightly on her arms, she inhaled the smell of his sex deep into her core.

  
He pulled her up to him with an ease she’d never experienced before. His movements fluid and as light as a feather, she felt weightless in his grasp.

  
Held in position, she explored his chest beneath the white cotton shirt with light kisses, nibbling on his nipples lightly with her teeth. His heart beat against her lips in unison with her clit…hard and fast. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, she was sure of it.

  
“Cassandra,” he moaned, his mouth covering hers.

  
His tongue coaxed her mouth opened into sweet surrender. The taste as scrumptious as the nectar from a Georgia peach, she gave in willingly.

  
Cassandra’s heart sank when he broke their sweet connection. An emptiness she’d not experienced before filled her like the cold touch of a winter breeze. It left her yearning for the warmth of his touch upon her once again.

  
Unable to move, she stood transfixed by his sensual violet colored eyes.
Good God, it’s happening again. But it can’t be…he’s real, not a dream.

  
The further she ventured into his gaze, all thoughts of home and fantasies left her mind. All she wanted was to be in his arms; wrapped around his sex.

  
The satin dress slipped from her shoulders and lay in a pool of melted silkiness at her feet. Goosebumps crept through her, sending a shiver of liquid silver into her veins. If he didn’t touch her, she’d certainly die from the fiery need to have him.

  
As if he’d heard her silent vow, Garrett slipped a finger into her cunt and caressed her clit with his thumb.

  
“Garrett,” his name but a whisper, she thought she’d collapse from the movement inside her. “Please…”

  
“Yes, Cassandra,” he said, slipping another finger into her. “What is it?” he asked inserting a third finger deep into her pussy.

  
Cassandra’s legs spread further to accommodate the breadth of his fingers. How she remained standing was a mystery soon forgotten. When she didn’t answer him, he pushed harder against her clit, twisting his fingers inside her at the same time.

  
“Answer me, Cassandra. What is it you wish for?” His fingers kept the rhythm of a rocking chair, slow and steady. His voice a seduction as sweet as honey to bees.

  
“You,” she replied, knowing she was on the verge of climaxing.

  
“Will you do as I instruct?”

  
The question floated in a hot whisper through her hair.
Would I?
she asked herself, knowing the answer. “Yes.”

  
A fiery smile lit up his eyes. He removed his fingers, slowly, from the warmth of her cunt. A soft whimper came from somewhere in the room.

  
“Put your arms above your head,” Garrett instructed, then stepped back.
So much like your old self. You’ve got a hunger for sex that only I’ll be able to satisfy.

  
His cock strained further as she stood naked with her arms in the air in front of him. Her breasts lifted upward, an invitation to claim them. One by one he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it over his head. At the first sign of her lowering her arms, he reached out and twisted a nipple.
      
Her gasp excited him further. “You must do as I say, Cassandra,” he said, reaching down to unbutton the top of his breeches. He could see the slight trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth as he slid them down his thighs, exposing his dick for her. It bounded for attention…her attention. It wouldn’t be long before they’d both have the pleasure they desired.

  
“Sit and spread your legs wide,” he instructed. “Keep your arms where they are, my love; you’ll be rewarded nicely for obeying.”

  
Cassandra slowly sat upon the settee, her legs spread as far apart as they would go.

  
“Move to the edge of the cushion, Cassandra.” Garrett stepped between her legs as she scooted forward. “That’s it,” he gasped when his cock thumped against her lips. Grasping her wrists, he held them in place above her head.

  
“Now, Cassandra, take my cock in your mouth,” he said, spreading her legs further as he stood in front of her.

  
Garrett pumped his cock into her waiting mouth, relishing the expertise she used to suck him deep then withdrawing fully. Each time she withdrew the tip of her tongue circled his cock’s purple head before sucking it back in.

  
His hips moved slow and in stride with her sucking mouth. Her fingers in his mouth, he mimicked her movements with a sucking of his own.

  
She moaned, almost whimpered, as he stepped away leaving her mouth void of his dick.

  
“I can smell your juices…hot, wet and wanting,” he said, pulling her up by the arms.

  
She stood in front of him, her legs spread and her mouth wet from sucking him. Reaching down, he cupped her ass and pulled her to him.