4. Casey
4
CASEY
I look down at the concrete steps in front of me. Eventually, once this project is done, they’ll lead into the large, open living room of the modern home I’m helping build for Jerry and Michelle.
His soon-to-be wife, Michelle.
When we first got the plans for this house, I was actually excited. I thought a house like this would be fun to build and a lot different than the regular McMansions we’re always throwing up in the suburbs. But now, all I want to do is tear the whole thing down.
I don’t want to admit it, but what Jerry said last night got to me.
“You’re going to sweat and struggle every day to put that house together, and when it’s all done, I’m going to take that girl you want so badly inside it, and I’m gonna fuck her brains out.”
If only the boys hadn’t held me back. Yeah, I probably would have lost my job. Yeah, I’d have spent the night in jail. Yeah, he and his family would have probably sued me for the little I’ve got in the bank.
But it would have been worth it.
Just to see that smug, stuck-up face of his snap back as my knuckles blasted him in the cheek. Just to watch a look of shock come over him as he took his first punch. Because lord knows that’s a guy who’s never been in a fight in his whole pampered life.
I could do it. I could sabotage the site.
All it would take is a few holes in the concrete pour, and some Bristar slurry to blow out the slabs, and all the work we’ve done would be trashed. The “good” Reverend would be back to square one.
But what would that do? Would that really stop anything?
It’s not like he and Jerry would postpone the wedding over a house. Those bastards are ruthless. No. If I want Michelle, I’m going to have to find another way to get her. I’m going to have to take the Reverend down.
“Yo, we’re not getting paid to stand around, ya know?” I turn to see Dave grinning behind me, holding a cold beer. It’s the end of a long day, but I shake my head.
“Nah, thanks, man.”
Dave shrugs. “All right. First shot at Maggie’s is on me then. I figured I’d get Grandma’s number. Maybe she could teach me to crochet, ya know?”
I smile, but barely. “Not tonight. Thanks, though.”
“Oh, I get it. You’ve already got plans.” He gestures behind me, and I look to see Michelle standing by a blue BMW parked up front.
I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. What is she doing out here again? Doesn’t she know how much trouble she is putting herself in?
She’s wearing simple ripped blue jeans with a white blouse and green flats, and the way her hair spills so naturally down her shoulders has me flexing my hand just to get a fistful.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Dave says before walking away.
I never take my eyes off her as I walk up the slope to where she stands, looking like a goddess. So innocent. So radiant. I didn’t even notice until this moment, but her eyes are a soft brown with almost crystal-like shards of lighter amber radiating throughout them outward from the pupil.
They’re almost hypnotic.
“Aren’t you worried?” I ask.
“Worried?”
“That your fiancé will know you’re here and come track you down?”
A tiny smile twists her lips, and she pulls her phone from her back pocket. “Taylor’s brother is a tech genius. He found the app,” she says. “No one’s tracking me anymore.”
“Good move.” I drag my eyes up her body. Christ, the hips on her. “So why are you here, Michelle?”
She takes a deep breath, causing her breasts to heave. She twists where she’s standing, accentuating the shape of her hips. I’m already excited. It doesn’t take much around her. I’m like a hormone-filled high schooler again.
“I wanted to apologize for last night.”
“Apologize?” I ask.
“For the way things went. For Taylor, and how rude she was at the beginning.” She clears her throat, clearly nervous. “And then for Jerry and…and all the things he said–”
“Cut the crap, Michelle.”
My words cause her to look up and lock eyes with me. Her cheeks are red. She’s blushing hard, and it has nothing to do with this supposed apology she came here to give.
“I–excuse me?”
I step forward, closing the gap between us. “You didn’t come here to apologize. We both know that.”
“No, I–I did. I wanted to apologize about last night–”
“Michelle. You don’t risk removing the tracking app on your phone just to apologize.” I reach out and take her hand in mine. She’s shaking slightly, but she doesn’t pull back. Her skin is smooth. She’s been raised with wealth too, but I don’t hate her for it.
“You came here for something else, didn’t you?”
There’s a long pause. Her lips part as though she’s about to speak, but after a moment, she turns like she’s going back to her car.
“I should go–”
“No you shouldn’t,” I reply, pulling her back to me. “Why don’t I show you some of the house?”
She looks up, her eyes so innocent. The crystal-like shards gleam in the light of the setting sun. “Some of the house? It’s not finished yet, though.”
“Parts of it are. Some of the rooms.” I squeeze her hand. She’s so nervous. It’s actually adorable. “I could give you your own private tour. No one else has had one. Not even your father. Or…Jerry.”
There’s just something about this girl that gets me. Just standing here, it’s like she has an unbreakable hold on me. She knows why she came here this evening. We both do. But like a person who has never danced before, she just needs someone to lead.
“A private tour?” She smiles. “That sounds nice.”
Blood rushes to my center. My heartrate skyrockets.
“Okay then. Let’s go.”
We walk hand in hand like it isn’t our first time. The anticipation is killing me. All I want now is to get her inside and be alone with her. I glance over at her as she walks, and she looks like she isn’t wearing an ounce of makeup. It’s just pure, natural beauty radiating out across the construction site, causing every urge inside me to come alive.
“This is the first half of the main room,” I explain, taking her inside. “Watch your step.”
I lead her upstairs to the second floor, half of which is finished. The view from here is spectacular, with plate-glass windows looking out over the lake. I smile as she looks out and keep my hand on hers as I take her into the master bedroom and close the thick, white oak door behind us.
I hear the latch shut, and that’s it. That’s when my ability to control myself ends.
I’m on her. I press her up against the wall, pinning both of her arms up beside her head, and stare directly into her eyes. They’re lit up with shock, and her cheeks are blooming red with blush.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment we met,” I say.
Her lips part, but all I hear is breath. Her eyes move down to my mouth. She’s unable to speak, but that’s all I need for an invitation.
I move right in and do what I’ve been dying to do since I saw her two days ago.
I kiss her.
Her lips are so smooth and wet. Their warmth has me lusting, and visions of her pussy instantly enter my mind. What does it look like? Does she shave? Christ, I bet she’s so goddamn tight.
She moans. Kisses me back. Our tongues dances across each other, and I slip one hand up the back of her neck, grasping her like she belongs to me.
Every ounce of blood in my body must have rushed to my cock. I’m hard as a piece of steel rebar holding up the very walls of the house we’re standing in right now.
I growl into my hungry kiss, buried into her mouth. This is it. I can’t believe this is happening. Michelle rocks her hips into me, telling me with her body that she wants more.
I reach down between her legs and press against her pussy, hiding from me beneath the fabric of her jeans.
She moans again. Louder this time, and right back into my mouth. It’s like the breath of an angel filling my lungs.
With two fingers, I rub her right where her magic spot should be, and I’m right on. Michelle’s back arches, and she presses tits against my chest, so plump and so perky. Her lips break free from mine, and she falls against me, clutching me tightly with both arms to keep herself from falling.
“Oh my God…” she whimpers. “Casey.”
I move my fingers in circles. A shudder bucks through her, and my urges to take her and claim her threaten to overwhelm me. With my other hand, I reach for the button of her jeans. But just as I pop it and go for her zipper, she pulls away.
“Wait wait wait wait wait,” she says, running her hand through her hair.
“What is it?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
She sucks a deep breath, again drawing my eyes to her tits and doing nothing to calm me down.
“Yeah, no–I just. I’m engaged, Casey.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Michelle. What–are you serious?”
It takes her a moment to look up at me, but when she finally does, I see that she is. She looks almost ashamed, but she’s not messing with me.
“Michelle, come on.” I’m practically pleading now. “You were engaged because your dad said so! To a guy who’s a major asshole! He was tracking your phone, for Christ’s sake. You should have control over your own life!”
She looks down at the floor and buttons her jeans. She nods and replies, “I know. You’re right, Casey. I know.”
Her voice is so soft I can barely hear her. I want to do something. I need to act. But what can I do if she doesn’t want me?
“Michelle, listen to me–”
I step in and reach for her hand, but as I do, she rushes past me and out the door. I hear the sound of her footsteps going down the stairs as I’m left standing there, alone in the empty future-bedroom that she will one day share with her husband.
Her husband that she’s made clear will not be me.