CHAPTER TWENTY
JOSH
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Apparently, I can add tennis coach to my resume now.
And designated driver.
Between Scarlet and Cassy, and her friends Parker and Trixie, they can drink a whole lot. Then again, so can I when I let myself relax and let go.
Which is very rare.
After hearing Cassy share her side of the Isaac Miller stalking experience, I was filled with unpent angry energy, so we stopped at the BHS office so I could do a workout.
Cassy played on the treadmill and bikes, then a few of the weights. Or did a workout, as she called it.
It didn’t help my frustration.
Those fucking little shorts just made my dick hard. So I threw her in the car and drove home way too fast. The moment the door was closed, I scooped my arm around her waist and smiled as she squealed.
“Keep it up. You’re only making me harder.” I said as I carried her upstairs and rid her of the shorts and billowing top she wore.
Cassy removed her own bra and panties as I tore off my shirt and jeans. My shoes banged into something as they went flying, but by then I had my hand on her head, pushing her to the floor.
“Open your mouth.” I demanded.
“Yes sir.” Cassy licked her pink lips as her eyes lifted to mine. That’s when I pressed my swollen, fat cock inside her mouth.
“Christ,” I cried.
Bobbing and sucking, Cassy stroked me with such vigor I knew I wouldn’t last long. Watching her kneel before me naked, lapping at my manhood, I gripped her long dark ponytail and slid right down her throat.
“Such a good little slut. Do you like being my dirty girl?”
She gagged as she nodded.
“Take my cock Cassy. Fuck me with this hot, tight throat like your pussy does.”
I groaned as desire spiraled through me and struck my balls. All the pent-up arousal from the day exploded as my come released down her throat.
Not all of it. I needed to mark her.
I pulled out my cock out, gripped her neck and sprayed her with my seed.
My come merged with her saliva and dripped down onto her tits as she poked out her tongue to take all of it. My cream coated her in strands, running down over her nipples.
Then Cassy rubbed it into her tits while her seductive eyes remained locked with mine.
She’s every man’s wet dream.
I stroked the last of my orgasm and reached for her, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around.
“Jesus, Cassy.” I lifted her onto the bed and palmed her back.
“Was that good?” she asked me teasingly.
Little minx.
“Yes, it was fucking good. Now get that ass in the air and face in the sheets.” I told her as I widened her ass cheeks.
Then leaned in and licked her rear hole.
She bucked at me in response.
“Not tonight, but I will.” I told her as she gripped the sheets and turned to face me. I slid my fingers through her pussy. “So wet. So moist and open for me.” I rasped. “Have you been clenching this cunt, wanting me in it all day long?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I slid my fingers through her folds, circling her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you hard, sweetheart.” I warn her. “Really fucking hard. I’m going to make you forget any other man who has looked at you or touched you.”
She moaned in response as I lined my cock up. Gripping her ponytail, I slapped her ass, then thrust inside.
Hard.
Cassy screamed..
I thrust again. And again. Marking her. Sending the message to her body that it belongs to me.
Not to Isaac.
Not to any man.
After, we lay on the destroyed bed and Cassy asked me more about my life. She had opened up to me today, so it was impossible to not share. Plus, I wanted her to know me.
At least a little.
The safe stuff.
“All I ever wanted to do was defend my country. Growing up, I was always the cowboy, not the Indian.”
Cassy smiled.
“So, when we were old enough, we signed up.” I told her.
“We?” she asked, not missing my slip.
Shit.
“I joined the navy and worked my ass off to be the best I could be.” I ignored the question. “Mom and Dad were proud, and I was doing what I loved.”
Along with Finn.
“Then, once I was confident I had what it took, I applied to the SEAL program.”
My mind flicked back to the months of training.
There was a lot more theory than I expected, but the days and nights when our bodies and mind were being tested demonstrated why many could never succeed.
It took everything from me, especially during Hell Week, which was 135 hours of continuous physical demand.
I share some of what I experienced with Cassy.
“That’s insane,” Cassy exclaimed. “I’d die.”
Grinning, I liked that it impressed her and that made me an idiot.
“Most can’t do it. Which is why we’re known as the best.”
Yeah, I’m an idiot.
“Do marines think that?” she smirked at me.
I laughed. “No.”
Then she asked a question I couldn’t answer.
“So, do you have siblings?”
“No,” I lied and felt my face darken.
I couldn’t talk about Finn. Not to Cassy. I rarely spoke about him to anyone and when I did, it was usually only to Mom and Dad.
Or Aidan.
Opening up like this was dangerous. In a few days, Isaac would be back behind bars, and I’d be saying goodbye. Leaving a part of myself behind wasn’t the plan, but Cassy had already gotten way more than any other woman in my life had.
I had withdrawn, and she’d let me.
I had showered and then went downstairs to find Cassy curled up asleep like a beautiful angel. I carried her back upstairs, undressed her, put her to bed, and wrapped myself around her before falling asleep.
In the morning, Ryder and Aidan sent a message to say they were coming over. I told them to wear their tennis whites and to meet us at the tennis courts.
Aidan told me to get fucked, and that he didn’t own white anything.
Ryder sent another fucking stupid GIF.
Both of them turned up in long black shorts, sneakers and, you guessed it, black BHS polo shirts. I was in the same uniform except my shorts were beige.
All of us armed.
“Sunday fun day.” Aidan smirks as Trixie hits the tennis ball and it lands short of the net.
“God, they’re terrible.” I grumble, then yell, “Do the arm thing like I showed you, Trix.”
Scarlet turns and drops a fist to her hip. She’s doubling with Cassy while Trixie and Parker are on the other side of the net. “Whose side are you on?”
“Tennis’s side.” I grumble.
“You their coach now?” Ryder snickers.
“Fuck off.” I say, then do a smooth sweep with my arm as if I’m holding a racket, demonstrating to Cassy now that she has the ball.
She nods. Then misses it completely.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“You know they just come here for the drinks after, right?” Aidan asks with a half smirk.
Yes.
Do I?
“Still,” I reply. “No need to—”
“Not everyone is good at everything like you, Josh.” Ryder says and leans his shoulder against the fence.
Good point.
But Ryder couldn’t talk. I overheard him tell Cassy about his military career last week. She has no idea who the Delta Team is. No one does. Their official name is the Combined Applications Group, although these things change so it could be something else now.
The members of this exclusive group are pulled from teams such as SEAL Team Six and the US Marines. Once they’re inside CAG, they cease to exist.
Seriously.
When Ryder left, he approached me for a job.
It was a no brainer to say yes.
After a decade of working at the most top-secret level, he was ready for an easy life. When I asked if he wanted to head up our protective security team, which was growing and lucrative, he asked for a few month's trial to see how he felt about it, and I agreed.
He's been with us a year now and seems to be adjusting to civilian life. Smart mouth aside, he’s an important member of the team.
The fact he dropped the Delta comment to Cassy surprised me. Either he was trying to impress her or comfort her. His background needs to remain a tight secret even now. Even I only know the surface stuff.
But I know enough to know he’s the right man for the BHS team. So does Aidan.
“Fair point.” I reply as Aidan shakes his head, laughing. Then cringes at Scarlet’s serve.
I laugh.
“I can’t work with these mammoths standing on the sidelines.” Scarlet points our way.
All three of us laugh.
“Face it, you lost.” Parker grins.
I tune out as my pocket buzzes and my smile fades. I slide Cassy’s phone out and look at the name on the screen. My eyes dart to her and she’s watching me.
She heard.
“Is it him?” Aidan asks.
“Yeah,” I swipe the screen as Ry and Aidan surround me.
Tell me you haven’t cheated on me Cassy. I will punish your naughty pussy if you have. Are you wet for me today? Isaac x
“Motherfucker.” I curse.
“Show me,” Cassy says behind us as we all break away.
God, I hate the look on her face.
“The whole point of me taking your phone was that you didn’t have to read his fucked-up messages.” I say way more softly than I should have in front of the guys.
“I know. But I heard it and now I have to read it, or I’ll go insane.”
When I glance up, Aidan is looking between Cassy and me, then his eyes land on me. He knows. He knows I’ve slept with her.
“Please.” She holds out her hand.
Ry curses and runs his hand over his jaw as I give her the phone. Then I let out a quiet curse.
It’s uncomfortable as hell watching her read what we just have, and I know all three of us want to find this asshole and kill him. Another glance at Aidan and Ryder and I note the tension on their faces.
“Oh, god.” Cassy shoves the phone into my abs. “He’s psycho.”
“I’ll get a trace to see if we can get a location.” Ryder says, lifting his phone to his ear as he steps away.
We all know it’s a long shot, but it’s worth it if Isaac has fucked up. Criminals can get confident and lazy, and it’s then you often catch them.
I turn back to Cassy and force my arms to stay where they are. I want to comfort her, touch her, but I can’t. Not with everyone around us to witness the affection.
Scarlet does it for me. With her racket hanging from one hand, she wraps the other arm around her friend. “They’ll get him, babe. They’ll get him.”
Trixie and Parker join us on the side of the court.
“What happens if you guys find Miller before law enforcement?” Parker asks me.