Chapter 32
Avery
They made a what?
This morning I woke with a satisfied smile, blissfully happy.
Yesterday was a whole new type of sexual experience.
No one has ever paid that much attention to my body before.
After getting a taste of Cas, I want more.
Who knew that rough sex was my kink? Or maybe it’s just rough sex with Cas that does it for me.
I smile and reach across the bed, hoping for another round, but Cas isn’t there.
I shoot up into a sitting position, looking around the room, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
The most delicious smell has my stomach rumbling with the same intensity as a monster truck revving its engine.
The thought of Cas cooking me breakfast brings a smile to my face.
I turn to check my phone for the time and squint at the brightness.
I put my phone back down but not before noticing I had unanswered text messages.
It's seven in the morning, and I know we didn't get much sleep last night. Cas loves his sleep and gets grouchy when he doesn’t get enough, so why is he up early making breakfast?
I shrug my shoulders and head towards his closet for something to wear before heading downstairs.
Even though his grandparents aren't home, I still don't want to walk around their house completely naked. My fingers come across one of Cas’ favorite hoodies. I hurriedly put it on, noticing that it comes to my mid-thigh. I search everywhere for my underwear, finally noticing it hanging off a lampshade. I shake my head and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
I make my way downstairs, fully intending to give him shit. “Cas, why was my underwear hanging on the lampshade? You must have been desperate to fuck m—" My words fall out of my mouth when instead of Cas in the kitchen, I see his grandparents. My eyes widen, and my cheeks are hot and flush.
Oh my God.
“Well, good morning to you, too, Avery. Boy am I glad our plans were cut short due to the birth of a great-grandbaby. Michael, remind me to send them a card,” Evelyn says with a smirk while sitting at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee. “How did you sleep last night?” she asks.
“I, um, fine. Thank you.” I look behind me as my brain calculates the best way to escape this situation without being rude.
“Sit down, hon. I’m making pancakes and bacon,” Michael says. His back is to me, but I sense him holding back his laughter.
“Oh no, that's okay. I’m not that hungry. I, uh, I’m just going to head upstairs and take a shower.” I turn around and run up the stairs, but Evelyn stops me.
“Please, sit down, dear. I'd love the company. Coffee?” My mind is flashing a giant error message, preventing me from formulating coherent thoughts.
I answer her with a quick nod. She goes up to the counter and pours another cup.
I sit there, silently cursing Cas and his audacity.
She returns to me with coffee and a plate of food.
“Eat up. It looks like you need the calories this morning.” She winks at me.
“Oh my God.” I place my face in my hands to hide the embarrassment. I can only imagine how red it is.
“Oh, sweetie, don't be silly. You and Cas are both adults. And, honestly, it's about damn time y’all got together. Isn’t that right, Michael?”
“Sure is, Evelyn. And I believe I owe you twenty dollars, too,” he says, then pulls out his wallet and hands her the money.
“Wait, why do you owe her twenty dollars?” My brows furrow, and a small frown breaks out across my face.
“Oh, we had a bet, you see. Michael thought y’all would never figure your shit out while I thought y’all would be getting it on as adults.
And even without the outfit you’re wearing, the look on your face says it all.
All I have to say is finally.” We sit in silence for a while as I scarf down my food and coffee as quickly as possible and then get the fuck out of there.
The coffee scalds my tongue, but that’s the least of my worries right now.
I quickly finish my last bite and start to rise out of my chair when she places her hand on my arm.
“I am happy for you, darlin’, but I want to make sure that this is something you want.
Don’t want to have any broken hearts to mend if it implodes.
” I knew this was a conversation that was likely to happen, but I wasn’t expecting it this soon.
I swallow my mouthful of food and take a breath before responding. “I’ve wanted this since I was fourteen. I don't plan on breaking his heart,” I say.
“Honey I said, broken hearts. Plural. You both can break each other’s hearts, and I don't want to kick his ass if he breaks yours. You’re family, Avery, and no matter what happens, we’ll always love you like our own.”
My throat feels tight with emotion. Standing up, I pull Evelyn into a hug and plant a kiss atop her head.
“I love you guys, too.” My voice comes out thick and shaky.
I walk over to Michael to hug and kiss him before going upstairs to shower.
I stop midway on the stairs and look down to see them dancing together in the kitchen, breakfast temporarily forgotten.
The love they have for each other is something I’ve wanted my whole life.
Something I’ve wanted with Cas. And now, it might just be a possibility.
I let out a soft sigh and continued walking up the stairs.
I step out of my clothes and into the shower, hoping to wash away the embarrassment of that entire conversation. The sound of a door creaking open and closing causes me to freeze.
“What the fuck? I'm in here. A little privacy, please?” My demand doesn’t deter the intruder, but I hear a familiar voice.
“Oh baby, I know. But your request for privacy has been denied,” Cas says. He steps into the shower with me, backing me into the tile before I can tell him to fuck off.
“Hi, freckles.” And then his mouth crashes into mine, my protest dying on my lips. His tongue tangles with mine and a moan escapes me before I can stop it. My hands move from his chest into his hair to drag him closer to me.
I push him away as I remember who’s downstairs. He looks at me with lust and confusion, then tries to bring his mouth back to mine. I place both hands on his chest, stopping him.
“Absolutely not, Cas. Your grandparents are downstairs. And while we’re at it, a little heads-up would have been nice.
I walked downstairs in nothing but your hoodie and my underwear, thinking it was you cooking me breakfast. I talked about my underwear being on the lampshade and admitted to us having sex to your grandparents.
Your grandparents, Cas!” He looks at me for a second, then starts laughing. What a jackass.
“It's not funny, you asshole. I was mortified.” I slap at his chest repeatedly before he finally takes my hands and pushes them over my head as he presses me against the wall.
“I texted you this morning saying I was going out for a run and that they were back early, but you didn't check your messages, did you?” he asks.
Damn it. I knew I should have checked my texts “Fuck. No, no, I didn’t.” I sigh.
“So then technically, what happened downstairs isn't my fault.” He can sense me getting ready to argue, so he continues quickly. “Still, I'm sorry you were embarrassed, and next time, I will try to warn you ahead of time.” His lips crash into mine, causing my head to spin.
I pull back again, thinking of my conversation with Evelyn.
“Thank you, that's all I ask. Oh, did you know your grandparents placed a fucking bet on if and when we would have sex?” His stunned expression tells me he is just as shocked as I am. Still, in disbelief, I recount what happened downstairs, but leave out the part about potentially breaking each other’s hearts.
He thinks about what I said for a minute before I see a wicked grin cross his face. “So, want to make it so Gram really earned her twenty dollars?” he asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.
“Absolutely not! They are downstairs, and them knowing we had sex is already embarrassing enough. They don’t need to hear us having sex,” I say a bit desperately.
Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispers, “What if I promise to be quiet?” My body responds without my permission, arching closer to him. My head rolls back, giving Cas access to my throat.
“That’s great, but what about me? How are you going to keep both of us quiet?
You’re good, but not tha—" His hand shoots to my neck, squeezing in quick pulses.
A moan threatens to leave my lips, but his mouth comes down on mine, muffling the sound.
My hand instinctively reaches for his dick, wrapping my fingers around it and tugging it towards my entrance, telling him exactly what I want.
“Avery, we can't. No condom,” he says, frustrated. My only reply is to continue stroking him slowly at first, then faster. When the pressure on my neck increases, I pause mid-stroke, a plan forming in my mind.
“You know, you took such good care of me yesterday. It’s only fair to return the favor.” Slowly, I make my way down his body, touching and teasing until I’m on my knees—one hand on his thigh, the other gripping him.
“Avery, you don—" is all he can get out before my mouth slides around his tip, sucking and licking the little bead of pre-cum. His hands are on the tile wall of the shower, holding him upright.
With my hand still wrapped around him, I take my mouth off him and look up at him under my lashes.
“Let's see how quiet you can be.” A wicked smile breaks across my face before taking him all the way into my mouth. My hand tightens around his length as it moves in rhythm with my mouth. I alternate between slow and quick strokes, wanting to tease him like he did to me yesterday. The hand that rests on his thigh moves to cup and play with his balls, causing his hips to thrust deeper into my mouth involuntarily. With a soft pop, I take him out of my mouth and grin up at him underneath my eyelashes. His fingers fist in my hair and pushes his dick back inside, fucking my mouth with force. My eyes widen with shock, but I adjust quickly. I claw at Cas’ thighs, reminding him who’s in charge.
His face is all contorted with trying to remain as quiet as possible.
“Avery, I am so close. Let me take over.” He tries to take himself out of me, but my grip tightens.
Cas looks down, but I shake my head and pause to say, “Nope, you tasted me in your mouth yesterday. It’s my turn.
” I return to what I was doing, quickening my pace, knowing he’s just seconds away from coming.
I squeeze his dick a few times in between strokes, and that's all it takes to have him explode all hot and sticky in my mouth.
He drags me up by my neck, slamming me into the bathroom wall, sending a delicious wave of lust through my body. I lick my lips, removing the remaining traces of him around my mouth, and watch his eyes darken to almost black.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” he demands.
His hands grip my waist when I nod and he hauls me up against the wall.
My legs wrap around him and my head falls against the tile.
He seats himself inside me as we adjust to this new sensation of having nothing between us.
He pumps and thrusts as hard as possible, always hitting the right spot.
“Avery, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
” His words come out in quick, short grunts that match each of his thrusts.
He adds a finger into the mix to rub my clit so fast and hard that I find myself coming in seconds.
My legs begin to shake and my toes curl so hard, it borders on painful.
My head falls back against the cool tile and he bites my neck while still thrusting inside me.
I can feel myself contracting around him and have to bite my lip hard to prevent a scream from erupting out of me.
Moments later I feel his rhythm falter before he comes inside of me, his pace slowing to a stop.
He’s still inside of me, bracing me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. Our breathing is rapid, our hearts pound in our chests.
“Now, that's one way to say good morning, isn't it?” I ask.
“It's my new favorite way,” he says, pulling himself out of me and lowering me down. The water is now frigidly cold, so we hurry up, washing ourselves and taking turns under the spray.