Chapter 18 #2
Grabbing the bag of clothes I’ve been keeping down here, I rifle through it until I find a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, getting changed in the bathroom before setting up my ‘bed’ on the couch.
If Mary or Henry have noticed that I’ve been out here instead of in Carly’s room, they haven’t said anything.
Then again, maybe that’s why Henry made that comment at dinner.
At least it won’t be a surprise to them when we break up.
They have eyes, they are intelligent people.
They know their daughter. It won’t be a surprise to anyone.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll through before finding Cassi’s number. Typing out a text, I re-word it about ten times before I hit send.
Me: Are you up?
Real fucking original, Nico.
Her response comes faster than I anticipate.
Cassi: No.
Okay then.
My fingers begin moving faster than before as I type out my reply.
Me: Are you upset with me?
Cassi: Wow, so fucking observant. Someone get this guy a trophy.
I frown at her words, trying to figure out how to phrase my next text when another one comes in from her.
Cassi: This is all a mistake. You’re not mine and I’m not yours. We should stop this now before someone gets hurt.
Like me. That’s the part she left off but I can read it plain as day, because despite only knowing her for a little less than a week.
I feel like I’ve known her for a lifetime.
There are several ways I could handle this topic, but the only way I think will give me a chance in hell in talking her down is in person. So, I egg her on.
Me: Say it to my face if you really mean that.
I wait for several minutes with no response. I’m half convinced she’s fallen asleep before the next text comes in.
Cassi: The door is unlocked.
Say no more. I’m up and on my feet in half a second, rushing up the stairs as quietly as I’m able before coming to her door. I hear the soft sound of snoring come from Carly’s room which is good. It means she let the alcohol take over and effectively knock her the hell out.
When my hand grips the door handle and it turns, a feeling of relief fills me, though when I step through the door and see the hardened look on Cassi’s face, that relief vanishes in an instant.
Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it before crossing the room. She’s sitting in the middle of her bed, legs crossed, arms folded and an unimpressed look on her face as she whispers to me.
“This is all a mistake. You’re not mine and I’m not yours. We should stop this now before someone gets hurt.”
Yeah, scratch what I said before. Cassi Fischer is absolutely a fucking brat. One I can’t wait to tame.
I take several steps towards her, not stopping until I’m at the edge of her bed. Leaning down without getting on the bed, I press my nose to hers as I look into her eyes.
“Say it again.”
She falters for a moment before that stubbornness flares in her eyes.
“This is all a mistake—”
Cassi doesn’t get to finish her sentence before my lips are on hers. My hands dive into her hair, digging into her wild curls as I tug on them hard. She gasps into my mouth as I pull away.
“Say it again,” I warn.
She looks up at me dazed and I think I have her, until she opens that smart fucking mouth once more.
“You’re not mine and I’m not yours,” she says as I push her onto her back, gripping her sleep shorts before dragging them down to her ankles.
I peel off my sweatpants and boxers, kicking them to the side before shoving myself between her legs. She cries out, covering her mouth to muffle her sounds as I groan into her neck. Fuck. It’s like heaven every time with her.
“Say. It. Again,” I say through clenched teeth.
Her eyes flick back and forth between mine, worry and indecision clouding her beautiful gem colored gaze.
“I’m scared I’m going to get hurt,” she admits, a raw vulnerability to her tone that has my chest cracking open at the sound.
My hand comes up to cup her face as tenderly as I’m able as I shake my head.
“Never. You hear me? I will never let anyone, or anything hurt you ever again. I promise, Cassi.”
She swallows roughly as she looks up at me.
“I’m not worried about anyone or anything, I’m worried about…you.”
I frown at her words and I don’t know how to put her mind at ease because there is no way to do it. I’ll just have to try to prove myself. Every day if that’s what it takes.
“I’m here, Cass. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to send me away yourself before I even take a step back. Even then…” I trail off, shaking my head. “I’m here,” I emphasize.
She softens at my words, nodding gently before her hand comes to the back of my head, pulling me towards her.
I go easily, like a sailor called to a siren at sea.
Slowly I begin rolling my hips into her as our bodies move together.
This tender sweet love making isn’t my usual style.
It isn’t our usual style but in this moment it feels so necessary. So right.
Cassi tears away from me, moaning as she speaks.
“I’m sorry. I got jealous and—”
“Shh,” I say, resting my finger against her lips. “It’s okay. I’m here, Cass.”
She nods like that cements her ease that much further as she lifts her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“I’m gonna miss you, miss this,” she moans, softening her tone when she realizes she’s being too loud.
“Me too, babygirl,” I grunt into her neck, peppering it with kisses. “So fucking much,” I mutter against her skin.
Cassi’s hand moves down to her clit as she quickly begins rubbing it and I pull back slightly to watch.
Fucking hell. I love it when she touches herself.
Being inside her while she pleases herself is the ultimate fucking turn on.
Any man afraid of a woman who knows how to get herself off is a fucking bitch in my opinion.
When I feel her orgasm begin to creep in, all I can think about is pulling the next one out of her.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck! Nico!” she mutters into her hand before she bucks and grinds against me.
I put everything into my thrusts, effectively fucking her into the goddamn mattress as her pulsating pussy begins literally pulling the cum out of me.
I wasn’t even close to finishing a minute ago but now I have no choice.
She gives me no choice ever. I lose myself inside her, my cock twitching and jerking as I fuck my cum deeper and deeper into her.
When my orgasm passes, I slump against her, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room before I roll off of her. She looks over to me in concern like I’m going somewhere but I quickly put that fear to rest when I drag her on top of me, pulling the blankets over us as she nuzzles into my chest.
We lay there for several minutes, so long that I think she’s already asleep when she speaks.
“You have to let me up so I can get the cum out of me.”
I pull back, giving her a disbelieving look as my grip on her tightens.
“You try to get my cum out of you and I’ll spank your ass fucking bloody.”
Her eyes widen in surprise in that and I force her to lay back down, holding her extra tight as I bury my nose into the crook of her neck and inhale.
Fuck. She’s perfect. She’s everything. In this very moment, the creeping thought that I was fearful of is officially confirmed.
I won’t be letting this woman go for anything, no matter what happens, no matter what it costs.
She was dead wrong. I am hers and she is mine.