Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty Two
Cassi
“Ijust can’t believe Nico flew us on his jet! Can you even believe that thing, Henry?” my mom gushes.
“It was quite something. What about you, Cass? You seemed awful quiet?” my dad asks, nudging my shoulder as we make our way out of the plane and onto the tarmac.
“Hm? Oh yeah. It was really cool!” I say, doing my best to feign excitement.
I’ve been on the jet several times now and don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t lost it’s novelty by any means, I think I’m just desensitized to this trip in general. Mainly because I’m here for the engagement party of my sister and kinda but not really boyfriend. How fucked up is that?
I send a check in text to Ari and Nay. After the shit that Ari went through last week, I don’t expect her to touch base anytime soon but surprisingly, she’s the first one to send a gif of a person drowning before pulling themselves up onto a dock.
Smirking at my phone, I shake my head before pausing.
I can feel Nico’s eyes on me before I even see him. When I look up, he’s standing there in front of a limo. God, he can be so ostentatious sometimes. I think he enjoys spoiling my parents, though.
His eyes never leave mine, to the point that my mom turns around to look at me, as if she were verifying that is where his attention lies. Her brows furrow for a moment before she smiles and turns to face him.
“So good to see you, future son!” she laughs.
My parents were shocked when Carly called them and told them that they were getting married. Though my mom hinted at it when they were both in Seattle, none of us actually thought it would happen. Most of all me.
They don’t know that Carly is basically trapping him into this, and Nico asked me to keep it to myself.
At first, I didn’t like the idea of that, and that negative voice inside of me convinced myself it’s because she wasn’t trapping him.
When he explained that he needs to operate as normally as possible until he can develop a safe exit strategy, it made sense. Still pissed me off, though.
Nico smiles, hugging my mom before shaking my dad’s hand.
“Thanks for the flight, that was something,” dad says with a shake of his head.
I watch as Nico nods and smiles.
“My pleasure, I hope they treated you well.”
“Psh, we were like royalty,” my mom smiles.
Nico smiles like he’s pleased with that before his gaze returns to me.
“Good to see you, Cassi.”
“You too,” I say, unable to stop my heart from flip flopping in my chest.
It takes everything in me not to run into his arms. To let him catch me and never let go.
I didn’t realize just how much I missed him until…
well, now. Though we texted and facetimed every day since he came to Seattle, it’s not enough.
It’s not like the real thing. Now that he’s in front of me all of my fears and hesitations…
it’s like they are melting away by the second, until all that remains is… him.
Nico hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward, pulling me into a hug that is far too brief. When he releases me, I can feel myself practically aching, and the look in his eyes tells me he feels it too. Clearing his throat, he gestures for the limo behind him.
“Shall we?”
My mom and dad hurry into the limo, not able to contain their excitement. It makes a small smile touch my face as I watch them and I look up at Nico, speaking softly so it’s just the two of us.
“Thank you, this is all very sweet.”
He shakes his head as the back of his hand brushes against mine.
“It’s literally nothing, Cass.”
Just that small touch has my stomach slipping and my pulse racing as I nod and slip into the car.
Nico is quick to follow behind me, shutting the door as he slips inside.
My parents cozy up in the back and I sit on the side as Nico takes a seat across from me before the driver takes off.
We all make idle chit chat as Nico’s foot slowly moves into the middle of the car, brushing against mine.
It’s an innocent move, barely even noticeable.
But I see it for what it is. A touch, a desperation to be near, a silent message of ‘I can’t wait to hold you’.
Once we get to the Brownstone, a wave of comfort washes over me. Like coming home. I felt stupid when I told Nico that this place felt like home, but god it’s true. I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere so much as when I’m here.
Nico shows my parents around, giving them a short guide before he throws a look to me and opens up the back patio. I look at him confused for a moment before I step through the threshold and my mouth hits the ground.
Lights are strung like a canopy above the space, a beautiful firepit is sitting in the middle of the patio with seating around it. Brand new furniture and plants are perfectly scattered around and the brick flooring looks like it’s been stained with a warm brownish red color. It’s…
“Perfect,” I whisper under my breath.
My parents are looking around with smiles, admiring the space but it means so much more to me. My eyes move to Nico’s who is watching me with a careful look.
“Do you like it?” he asks me.
I nod. “It’s beautiful.”
He smiles at that. “It used to be kinda run down. I got some amazing tips on how to revamp it and it was a no brainer.”
My heart squeezes inside my chest as I look at him.
I’d give anything to be alone right now.
I want nothing more than to jump in his arms and never let go, but unfortunately, all I can offer is a smile and a nod.
There was a certain allure to the forbidden nature of our relationship before, but is it silly to say that I’m over that?
That I’m craving more, I’m craving something real.
Where Nico and I can walk out in public hand in hand and not try to explain ourselves or worry that someone who shouldn’t see, will?
Is it so wrong that I don’t want to be the hidden away sister forever.
That I want people to one day hear about my wedding to Nico and fly all the way across the country just to celebrate?
Whoa. Did I seriously just say that so casually?
Like Nico and I marrying is an inevitable.
I’ll be honest, since high school, I haven’t thought about marriage at all.
I had the teenage puppy love that I thought was forever with Alec.
After him, I didn’t even have that. I was accepting of the idea that maybe the whole marriage and 2.
4 kids with a house on the hill maybe wasn’t for me.
Which, I know, sounds ridiculous considering I literally just turned 21.
I guess I’m an all or nothing kind of girl.
“Cassi, you okay?” Nico says, almost like he’s asked several times.
Fuck, how long have I been rambling inside my own head?
“Yeah, great. Can I jump into the shower? I always feel gross after a plane ride, even in one as nice as yours.”
Nico watches me carefully, like he knows that’s not true.
Still, he gestures for me to step inside as he gives me directions to the upstairs master with the shower.
I nod in thanks and make my way inside as I hear my mom chattering his ear off about wedding dates, location and all of the other things that the bride’s family should be thinking about.
Not how bad she wants to climb the groom like a tree.
The slutty sister badge is reserved specially for me.
Grabbing my suitcase from the foyer where I left it, I carry it up the stairs and push my way into the master as I look at the bed. It’s made perfectly, like it always is.
Unless Nico and I are tangled up in it, our bodies practically attached to one another from dawn until dusk.
Shaking my head and those thoughts away, I begin slowly unpacking my things.
Normally, I don’t bother, but we’re here until Sunday evening and…
I don’t know. It just feels good. Like I’m tricking myself into believing that I’ll be here longer.
That I won’t get on a plane in two days while Nico and my sister stay in Boston and…
I don’t even want to finish the rest of that sentence.
Once I’m unpacked, I start up the shower before stripping down.
I step into the shower, which really just means stepping around the glass shower wall.
It’s one of those fancy stone floored showers with several rain showerheads on the ceiling.
The walls are covered in mosaic tiling and the water is kept inside by glass wall pathway of sorts.
As I step into the shower, the warm water runs from my head to my toes.
It feels actually amazing and I practically sink into the feeling when I hear a soft snick like a closing of a door, followed by the metal ting of a lock.
Looking up, I see Nico stepping up to the shower, looking at me through the glass wall.
His eyes run over me reverently as he shakes his head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, babygirl.”
“Are you crazy?” I whisper. “My parents are literally downstairs.”
He shakes his head again. “They went out for lunch.”
I pause for a moment before my eyes widen with understanding, a small smile crossing my face.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I tease.
Nico grins, surprising the hell out of me when he doesn’t even bother to take off his clothes.
Instead, he walks straight into the water, fully clothed and not a regret in sight as he cups my face into his hands and presses his mouth against mine.
I sink into his touch, sighing as I attempt to meet his every move.
The kiss is full of passion, desire, and more than a little desperation.
Our tongues battle for dominance as we trade off nipping and sucking on each other’s lips. The entire thing is like a needy pleasure driven mess and I fucking love every second of it.
Without missing a beat, Nico releases my face with one of his hands as he begins undoing his belt. It isn’t long before he is rubbing his tip through my pussy, pausing on my clit before swirling it several times. I shutter in response, as he does it again and again before his hands drop.
I’m about to voice my protest when I feel his arms scoop beneath my thighs, lifting me into the air before pinning me to the wall.
My legs wrap around his absolutely drenched waist as my eyes flare with excitement and he gives me a half lifted grin before he’s pushing his cock inside me.
My back bows off the wall for a moment and I let out a moan as he withdraws before pushing back into me.
Over and over again, our bodies work together like they are desperate for one another. It’s because they are, we are.
These last two weeks have been fucking hell, and I’m ashamed to say I’ve questioned if this is worth it more than a few times, if we are worth it.
Right in this moment, though, there is not a doubt in my mind.
Not just because the sex is good, which trust me, it always is.
I have no doubt because something inside of me feels safest when I’m with him, happiest. Something inside of me intrinsically tells me this is where I belong.
So, through all the bullshit, we will make it out the other side. One way or another. Together.
“I love you,” I say, the words just tumbling out of my mouth before I can even attempt to stop them.
My face staunches in shock as I shake my head, Nico continuing to thrust in and out of me as surprise fills his eyes. I let out a surprised laugh as I shake my head.
“Oh my god, I don’t know where that came from, but I do. I-I love you. I love everything about you, the way you make me feel, your heart, your brain, your asshole sense of humor.”
Nico lets out a rough chuckle at that as he smiles, encouraging me to continue, like each word is giving him a new sense of life.
“Most of all, I love the way you love me. The way you care for me. I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to say it. I’ve felt it for so long but—”
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, one of his hands moving up to hold the back of my head as he pushes my body further against the wall. When we break apart, he rests his forehead against mine and sighs.
“Don’t ever apologize. I’m happy that you love me even a little, but I’m even happier you waited to tell me until you were ready. The truth is, I can love enough for the both of us in this relationship. Whatever you need, I can do it, Cassi.”
“Relationship?” I tease as my hips rise, meeting his as he pushes against my g-spot.
Nico rolls his eyes as he shakes his head.
“Don’t even play coy, babygirl. You’re mine, and I’m yours. We’ve been over this.”
“We haven’t labeled it,” I say, I mean, for good reason. Honestly, I’m just trying to mess with him.
His movements pause for a moment, his eyes roaming over my face quickly as he shakes his head.
“How can we label something so certain? So permanent? You’re not a girlfriend; you’re not a partner. You’re…forever.”
My heart trips over itself at that and I wrap my arm around his neck, dragging his head against mine as I grind against him. With his clothes on, our bodies don’t make much noise together. I mean, I guess my mouth is on my body and that little fucker is making a lot of noise right now.
I whimper and moan into Nico’s mouth when the door handle to the bathroom jiggles, startling us both. We freeze as Carly’s voice sounds through the door.
“Hellllo, Cassi, are you in there?”
Nico looks to me, nodding in encouragement.
“Yeah,” I say. “What’s up?”
“Mom and dad were supposed to meet me here but I guess they went to lunch? And where the fuck is Nico? They said he stayed behind at the house.”
My heart is beating out of my chest as I attempt to steady my voice.
“Carly, I don’t know where your fucking fiancé went. Can I take a goddamn shower in peace?”
The insanity of me saying that sentence while her fiancé is firmly buried inside of my pussy is definitely not lost on me.
Carly scoffs through the door. “You’re such a fucking bitch, you should have just stayed in Seattle.”
“If mom and dad would have let me, you bet your ass I would have!” I throw back.
I hear her mutter to herself before loudly shrieking Nico’s name. When the front door slams shut, Nico picks up right where we left off. I look at him like he’s half crazy, honestly, how did he stay hard when we almost got caught?
“Come for me, little bunny.”
I open my mouth to refuse him, when he wiggles his hips just right, pushing deeper than before and sending a moan tumbling from my mouth.
Fuck it.