Keep It Simple (MMG Series Book 4) (15 page)

C
as Ashford should
have been named Cas Arsehead.
For the past three hours I had been lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Over and over the encounter at Patterson’s played through my head.
Why did I let him kiss me again? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
Finally, not able to stand it any longer, I snagged my phone from my bedside table and checked the time.
3:35 am.
Not giving one flip that it was the middle of the night, I Googled Cas’s name and current address.
Where the hell is Sullivan Street?
I hit the icon that said find address and nearly pissed my panties when my phone started shouting directions at me. I hadn’t the foggiest idea how to shut it up, so I shoved it under my pillow, held my breath and prayed I didn’t wake up baby Mac. After a minute or so of silence, I knew the coast was clear and let out my breath. Then I burst into silent giggles.
Max wasn’t lying last week when he said I should probably read the manual to the new phone he bought me.

Quietly, I crept across my room to the dresser and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. On the way out the door, I nabbed the closest pair of shoes and threw my phone in my purse. It took me all of ten minutes to reach Cas’s new place. I whistled under my breath as I pulled in front of a cluster of Mediterranean looking townhomes. I’m not sure what I expected his place to look like, but this definitely wasn’t it. It was nice, as in
really
nice. I glanced at the clock before turning off the car.
4:11 am. This may be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, Sarah.
One way or the other, this limbo I was living in had to end.

Wide steps led up to a mammoth front door. As I stood on Cas’s front porch staring at his door, I took stock of my emotions. I was nervous and scared.
No one is making you feel this way, but you,
I told myself. If therapy had taught me anything, it was to take ownership of my feelings. Inhaling deeply, I lightly wrapped my knuckles against the door. When nothing happened, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and rang the doorbell. A few minutes passed before the door finally opened. There stood a sleep ruffled, sexy-as-hell Cas wearing nothing but a pair of track shorts.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me. “Sarah? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” The concern in his voice made my stomach dip and my pulse flutter.

I stood there glued to his porch, thinking,
I am definitely not okay.
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
Stop acting like a loon!
I screamed in my head. That seemed to do the trick, because suddenly I could speak again.

“We need to talk about what happened tonight.”

His jaw dropped. “You do realize it’s after four in the morning?” he rasped. I tried not to look at his body, much less think about the effect it was having on mine, but it was hard.

So…damn…hard.

As if reading my mind, his eyes dropped to the front of my t-shirt, where my traitorous nipples were poking out, and a sinfully sexy smile lit up his face. “I see you missed me,” he said with a wink. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to jump him or slap him. Both would be equally satisfying.

“I am aware of the time, thank you. However, I can’t sleep until we clear the air.”

He held out his hand. I hesitated for a second.
Am I really going to do this, again? Yes, I think I am.

As I placed my hand in his and he laced our fingers together, I thought about how safe and warm his touch made me feel. No one had ever made me feel so alive. Cas pulled me inside his house and I found myself pressed against his deliciously hard body. I tried not to whimper with lust. Locking the door behind us, he turned and gave me an evil grin. Then he jerked me around and lifted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I let out a shriek of surprise. “Really, Cas, this again?” I asked from my upside down position.

“Shut it,” he commanded.

“I’m beginning to think there is nothing simple about you,” I muttered. His response was to spank my ass, hard. “Ouch,” I hissed.

“I have been wanting to do that for a long time. Next time, I will make it harder,” he stated. I really wanted to reply, but wasn’t sure I was ready for him to go all Fifty Shades on me just yet.

After lugging me up a flight of stairs, down a long hall and into a masculine bedroom decorated in taupes and chocolates, he dropped me onto a very comfortable king bed. I lay sprawled against his pillows as he slipped off his shorts. His body, not to mention his gloriously large dick, stood in front of me and my mouth went utterly and completely dry. Other parts of me, however, did not. I came here to talk about us, but all I could think about was how much I wanted this man.

“We need to talk,” I stated, trying not to stare at his happily bobbing erection.

“Talk,” he replied.

“I can’t with
that
staring at me. Could you please…do something with it?” I was getting flustered. I hated feeling flustered.

The evil grin from earlier reappeared on his face. “I can think of at least a dozen things to do with it, sweetheart” His low, sexy voice was going to drive me mad. Like the evil bastard he was, he wrapped his long, tapered fingers around his engorged cock and squeezed. My mind blanked. As his hand moved up and back down several times, all I could do was stare. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“You didn’t come over here to talk. You came for this, didn’t you?” he huskily asked.

I shook my head, no.

“Liar,” he whispered.

“Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you,” he crooned.

Again, I shook my head, no.

“Shoes off,” he commanded.

Not able to take my eyes off his stroking hand, I kicked off my shoes.

“Shorts and panties next. I want to see how much you want me.”

I shouldn’t do this. I am going to get hurt.

“Now, Sarah,” he commanded.

I jumped and quickly stripped off my shorts and panties.

Smiling, lasciviously, Cas pulled his hand from his bulging erection and took a step toward me. “You like to watch, don’t you? Well, watch this, sweet Sarah.” Placing one hand beside me on the bed, he leaned forward and slid the fingers of his other hand between my legs. I bucked in both surprise and delight when he ran his thumb and forefinger through my wet slit. “So wet,” he whispered, applying more pressure, and I let out a loud gasp of pleasure. “So damn pretty,” he murmured. “I have dreamt about tasting you again. Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

Our eyes locked and held in challenge. Never in my whole life had I been this turned on. I wanted him. I wanted this…whatever this was. It was probably going to destroy me in the end, but to have him right here, right now, was well worth the fall.

Not able to hold out any longer, I gave him the words he so desperately wanted. “I want it,” I whispered.

He crawled onto the bed. Right as he lowered his head between my legs, he gave me a sexy wink. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside me and I yelped in surprise. His deep laughter reverberated through my body and I responded by raking my fingers through his gorgeously thick hair. I scratched my short nails across his scalp and he gave me a clit tingling growl. Eyes glued to mine, he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue across my sensitive nub. Sucking in a deep breath, I let out a groan of pleasure. His pupils dilated with lust and I almost lost it right there. He dropped his eyes and focused in on his target and I braced. Slowly and methodically he devoured me. Soon he zeroed in solely on the prize and picked up momentum. Lash after lash of his tongue took me higher and higher until I finally exploded. In the back of my mind I knew I should be horrified I orgasmed so quickly, but it had been so long since I’d been touched this way. He licked and sucked me to the brink of another orgasm and, right as he was about to deliver it up, he stopped.

“Cas!” I gasped in outrage.

With a smile, he sat back on his heels and ordered me to take the rest of my clothes off. Once I was completely bared to him, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me to my knees. Grabbing both of my hands in his, he slid me forward and instructed me to wrap my fingers around the slats of his headboard and hold on. I had no idea where he was going with this. Here I was, holding onto his headboard in a semi downward dog position with my naked ass in the air, wondering how in the hell I’d gone from needing to talk about what happened tonight, to this, and I suddenly started to panic.

Time to go.

I let go of the headboard right as the warmth of his tongue hit me from behind. Jumping in surprise, I repositioned my fingers around the slats and held on tight.
Oh my God, what is he doing to me?
I jumped again when he placed his large hand across the flat of my back.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.

“Just feel,” he said. Gently pressing my torso flush against the mattress, he lowered his mouth back to my oversensitive pussy and ate me from behind.

“Oh.God.Oh.God.Oh.God,” I chanted, as the mother of all orgasms slowly gained momentum.

Right as I was about to explode, he pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his cock. Using deep and hard strokes, he quickly got me back to where I was right before he switched it up. After having his mouth on me, I was so primed that it only took a few strokes to get me the rest of the way there. I shouted his name as I came. Cas rode me through the rest of my orgasm, before flipping me onto my back and sinking back in.

“You look so damn good with my cock in you,” he panted.

I loved when he talked dirty. It was such a turn on. In fear of saying something stupid, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I expected rough. What I got was a deep, soul melting kiss. Eyes on mine, he stroked in and out of my body. I could feel another orgasm building at the base of my spine as I ran my hands down his neck, over his shoulders to his back.

“Give me your eyes, Sarah,” he commanded. Not realizing I had closed them, I opened them back up. He picked up momentum and suddenly I was close. “You there again?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good,” he whispered. Then he tilted his pelvis and gave it to me deep and hard. I moaned his name as I came and heard him growl mine in return. Hands down, I’d just had the best sex of my life.

He stared into my eyes and gave me a gentle peck on the lips. I was losing my heart to this guy in a big way.

“No more talk of Hunter anymore, okay?” he asked.

I was happy he asked instead of commanded this time. “Okay,” I agreed. I was never interested in Hunter, but I didn’t tell him that.

With a smile and another sweet kiss, he lifted himself off the bed. On the way to the bathroom, I heard his phone ring and I wondered who would call him this early in the morning. Then I realized it wasn’t any of my business. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I tried not to let this bother me, but deep down it did. His deep, husky, “Hello?” gave me goosebumps. I couldn’t make out the rest of the conversation, but a few minutes later, he returned dressed with a less than thrilled look on his face. Tossing me a towel, he said, “I’ve got to take care of something for work. You can stay if you’d like.”

His short tone got my full attention. “Do you want me to stay?” I asked.

“If you want,” he nonchalantly shrugged. I was speechless. I’d just had the most amazing sex of my life, and he was acting as if it meant nothing. His eyes roamed over my face and he sighed. “Trust me Sarah you do not want to get messed up with me.”

His words made my heart ache, and then I got mad.
Motherfucker!
I jumped off the bed and quickly pulled on my clothes. Once again, Cas was blowing me off. How many more times did he have to tell me he wasn’t interested before I finally got it?

Zero. I get it
.

My eyes smarted and my sinuses filled. I was going to cry, but first I was going to say my peace, once and for all. “You know, you’re right, I don’t want to get messed up with you.” Anger sparked in his eyes, but I was too far gone to care. I pointed my finger at him. “You ruined this, not me.” My voice cracked with emotion. “From this point forward, you get no say in who I see or what I do because you are no longer a part of my life.” Before he could respond, I picked up my purse and walked out his bedroom door. As fast as I could, I scrambled down the stairs and out the front door. I cried all the way home.

Never again.
”

*     *     *

“What has you
in such a foul mood?” Max asked. We were sitting at the kitchen bar having our morning coffee. Since my encounter with Cas the weekend before, I had been out of sorts. I didn’t realize how transparent I was being, until Max brought it up.

“I miss Amanda,” I told him, which was true, but not what was really bothering me. What was bothering me was the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about Cas and my aching heart. I was so damn hurt.

“Just say the word and I can have you on the first plane to see her,” Max stated. God, I loved my brother. He could be a bully and an arse, but he was such a great guy.