Chapter 55
Chapter Fifty-Five
Cassius
I’m doing dishes, humming a tune that I can’t recall the name of. I woke up with it stuck in my head and it won’t go away. I scrub the last plate, rinse it, put it on the rack to dry, and shut off the water.
“Cleaning is done!” I call out as I move through the dining room and into the living room.
Cammy is pulling open the front door. Chrissy is sitting on the couch, watching her with interest.
I recognize the voice on the other side immediately.
My heart flips, and I hurry over to them.
Harmon’s eyes meet mine, but he goes right back to Cammy to finish what he’s saying
“—aren’t an apology and won’t make up for what I did, but I figure they won’t hurt.” He holds out a large pink giftbag. Cammy’s eyes narrow on him. Chrissy gets up and peeks into the bag, her eyes going wide. She shoves her hand inside and pulls out a pillow… with Dean’s face on it.
“Oh my god!” she squeals, hugging it to her chest. “You’re totally right, Harmon, it won’t hurt,” she says.
“I came here to apologize for what I did. I know it was wrong, and nothing I say will make up for it, but I will do whatever is necessary to make it up to you.”
Cammy’s eyes narrow even more. She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Promise to never do it again?” she says.
“God, that’s easy. I promise,” he says, letting out a relieving breath.
She shrugs, then looks into the bag. Harmon offers it to her. She takes it and sits on the couch with Chrissy. They go through it, smiling about whatever they’re finding.
I’ll admit… I expected this reunion to be more difficult. I didn’t expect either of them to forgive so easily. Not after what we’ve all been through.
I move to the door. “How did you get in?”
“The woman on the first floor recognized me. She was on her way out and said it was okay for me to come up.”
I nod, staring at him. He’s still standing in the hallway on the other side of my door. He won’t make a move to come in. Not unless one of us invites him in.
“I didn’t expect to stay, I—”
“You came all the way here to give a bag of gifts and say you’re sorry? You could have DoorDashed and texted.”
He frowns, and I can’t help but laugh. I step aside.
“Come inside, Harmon.”
His smile brightens his eyes, and he steps inside.
“Is this an actual replica?” Chrissy shouts, pulling out something that looks like a knife.
“It is, but I don’t think you’ve gotten that far in the show yet.”
“It’s still cool!” She turns it over to look at the other side, dragging her finger along the markings. “Oh, did you know there is a character on the show that they call Cas?”
Harmon looks shocked. “I did not know that.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about him yet, but I think he’s going to be important…”
Harmon chuckles as Cammy says, “And this is…”
“Uh, well, chocolate is good,” he says with shrug as she holds up the giant bag of chocolate.
We all laugh. He joins in a moment later. Cammy tears the bag open and hands a small heart-shaped chocolate to Chrissy before taking one for herself.
She takes a bite and her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Wow,” is all she says. “This is so good.”
“It’s my favorite,” Harmon says.
“Don’t picture you as a chocolate-eater,” I say.
He shrugs. “I have plenty of secret indulgences.”
“Is that so?” I ask, smirking.
He smirks back and slowly brings his attention to the girls.
“I’m sure I missed a lot, but if you’re watching Supernatural, I’d love to stay for a bit and watch with you.”
Chrissy stares at him, blinking. “You can’t miss all those episodes. A lot has happened.”
“I’ll go back and watch them later,” he promises.
“Okay, but you’re only ruining it for yourself,” she says, patting the open spot beside her.
Cammy takes the remote and starts the show again.
I can’t help but smile at the view in front of me. I drag myself over to sit beside him and don’t miss Chrissy resting her head against his shoulder. He turns to me, giving me a smile, and I fucking melt.
I close the door, turn the light off, and walk to the bed.
Harmon is lying in his boxer briefs, on his phone, the light from the screen illuminating his sharp features and toned chest. It guides me right to him.
I crawl onto the bed, throwing my leg over his lap.
He puts his phone down immediately, his hands coming to my hips.
“Will you ever forgive me?” he asks, his voice rough.
I lean down, kissing him softly, and whisper, “I already have.”
“If you haven’t, Cassius, it’s okay to tell me. I know I messed up.”
“You did, but I know why you did it. You made it right. I can’t hold this over your head forever.”
“Well, no, but—”
“Just shut up and take my acceptance of your wrong doings.”
He chuckles, grinding his hips up and nipping at my lip.
“I’ve missed you,” he growls.
I shift so our cocks are lined up and grind down on him.
“I missed you too,” I say. “If you hadn’t noticed.”
Harmon’s hands trail down to my ass, and he squeezes, pulling me against him. Our cocks rub, the friction amazing, but it’s not enough.
“I need to feel you,” I say as he moves his lips to my jaw then to my neck.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” he says against my neck before sucking on my skin.
I moan. “I’ll try.”
“You want to bend over for me?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I want to ride you.” I sit up and reach over to my end table. He holds onto my hips to help me balance. I yank the drawer open and pull out the lube, dropping it beside us on the bed. “But first…”
I crawl down his body, kissing his neck, chest, and stomach as I go. His breathing increases, quiet moans leaving him. I tug down his boxer briefs until they’re off and toss them away. His scent takes me over when I drag my nose up his shaft.
“I missed your cock,” I tell him.
“Show me how much.”
I kiss my way back down to his balls, lick them, then go back up, sliding my tongue through his slit to lick up the precum. His breathing gets heavier, louder, his hands in my hair, tugging gently but not guiding me.
I lick around the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth and sucking on the tip, then take him to the back of my throat. He thrusts up, his cock throbbing. I want to gag, but fight it off, wanting to feel him everywhere.
I suck him off slowly, sliding my tongue up and down, kissing him, sucking his balls… making love to his dick to show him that I did miss him.
“Come here,” he growls. “Enough.” Harmon tugs on my hair, but I fight him, still wanting him in my mouth, groaning when he tugs harder. “You want to be a brat tonight?” he asks. “It’s not the place for it.”
“It’s exactly the place for it,” I say with a grin. “You can’t punish me.” I kiss the side of his mouth. “We have to be quiet.”
I move back down, wanting his cock back in my mouth, but he yanks on my hair so hard it stings.
“Your punishment will be saved. It will keep adding up until I’m able to give it to you, and you won’t like it.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I say, licking his nipple.
“I’ve been easy on you with punishments so far, Cassius. You’ll see what a real one is like.”
I look up at him and smile. “Can’t wait.”
He flips us so I’m lying on my stomach pressed into the mattress with him behind me, most of his weight on me so I can’t move. It’s hard to breathe.
“Actually, you’re wrong,” he growls in my ear before tugging on my lobe.
“You think I can’t punish you here?” He huffs a laugh, reaching between us to shove my boxer briefs down.
I wiggle, trying to get free, but I don’t even know why I try.
He’s bigger than me. Stronger. And has much more experience. I’m not getting away.
The lube cap pops open, and the cold liquid is poured on me messily.
He knows if he moves too much, I’ll take my chance to get up.
And he’s not wrong.
But he’s good at what he does and manages to get me lubed up.
“I’d apologize for this hurting, but I know it’s what you want,” he says as he pushes two fingers into my hole.
I gasp, burying my face into the pillow and grabbing onto the sheets. He scissors his fingers, slowly, moving in and out to stretch me open.
“When you’re sore tomorrow and struggling to walk, remember you did this to yourself,” he says before shoving his dick inside me.
I cry out, the sound muffled by the pillows. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease up. He just fucks me. Punishing me. Making sure that I will feel it for days to come. It’s exactly what I need from him. And he knows it.