14. Sam #2
And there was only one person who could erase those thoughts.
I watched in the dark as a whole horde of people walked out of Cassidy’s house.
One of them I recognized all too well.
What the fuck was Austin Callahan doing at Cassidy’s house on Thanksgiving? Hell, his whole fucking family was there. Did she invite them after I told her no? Was this some kind of payback?
I shook that thought from my head. Honestly, it wasn’t any of my business who she invited or why. But why Austin Fucking Callahan? Did she have a death wish? Didn’t she know all the shit he’d pulled recently?
Storming through the darkness, I headed for her back yard, careful not to be spotted as I made my way to her sliding glass door.
Except, it wasn’t there.
The frame was still intact, but the glass was missing.
“I just had no idea any of that would happen,” an older woman said. “I’m so sorry, Cassidy. Let me help you clean up.”
“No, just—” Sighing, Cassidy sank down in her chair, burying her head in her hands. “Just go home. I’ll take care of it.”
“I’ll see if I can find some plastic to cover the frame until we can get it fixed. Maybe you should stay with us until this is taken care of.”
“I’ll be fine, Dad. I promise.”
“I don’t like it,” her father rumbled, shaking his head as he looked at the mess
“All that food. What a waste,” the woman sighed. “Are you sure I can’t help?”
“No, I just want this day to be over.”
I understood her sentiment all too well, and while I didn’t like seeing that defeated look on her face, I couldn’t exactly storm in there without letting everyone know I was lurking outside her house. Keeping us secret was the one thing I had going for me right now.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can get my hands on some plastic. In the meantime, you might want to watch the thermostat so you don’t waste all that heat.”
“I know, Dad. I promise.”
“And wear shoes. I don’t want to come back to you bleeding out on the floor.”
“Dad,” Cassidy groaned, shooing them out of the house.
As soon as the door shut, I stepped through the broken door, my feet crunching on the glass, announcing my arrival.
Cassidy gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she spun around. The wild expression on her face sent anger through every vein of my body. That fucker was going to get my fist in his face the next time I saw him.
“Sam,” she breathed heavily. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know you can’t just lurk outside people’s broken doors?”
“What the fuck happened here?”
Sighing, she bent down and started cleaning up the largest pieces of glass on the ground, and it became clear that not all the glass was from the door.
“My mother is what happened.”
“She did all this?”
“No, but she invited the people who did.”
So, that answered that question. The anger inside me died just a little at the fact that she hadn’t invited this chaos into her life. But it surged once again when she bent over and started cleaning up the mess.
“Stop doing that,” I barked, stomping around the table, through the disaster on the floor.
“I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed, my house is a freaking mess!”
A gust of wind rushed through the house, sending a brisk chill that would turn this place into an icebox in a matter of hours. I tugged the drapes closed over the door, spinning on my heel when I heard the quick inhale from her sweet lips, followed by a gasp.
“What happened?” I asked, pulling her hand away from her chest, taking in the large gash across her palm. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Would you stop yelling at me? It’s not like I caused this mess!”
“No, but you shouldn’t be cleaning it up either,” I snapped.
At her glare, I grabbed her by the hip and hauled her over to the counter, shoving dishes aside to make room for her.
“Hey! Would you stop manhandling me?”
“No, because I need to clean up this cut. So, unless you want to end up in the ER, you’re going to let me take care of it!”
“Why don’t you just go away?” she hissed. “You didn’t even want to be here!”
“Yeah, well, now I am here, so deal with it!”
Her eyes narrowed at me as I pressed my hands to either side of the counter, crowding her before she could even think of jumping down and hurting herself further.
“Go ahead, Cass. Fight me. I know you want to,” I murmured, skating my lips along her neck.
She shivered at my touch, but kept her hands to herself.
As for me, I couldn’t seem to stay away no matter how hard I tried. Her scent was intoxicating, drawing me in when I knew I should stay away. All I wanted was to lay her out on the counter and feast on her, then bury my cock deep inside that sweet pussy.
“Sam,” her voice quivered. “What are you—”
My lips slammed over hers, and my tongue delved deep into her mouth, dueling with her own. Fuck, every taste of her was like crack to an addict. I needed her, wanted her more than anything in this world. There was nothing better than her lips on mine and her hand gripping my cock.
“Touch me,” I growled. “Take out my cock.”
Fingertips trailed over my shirt, skating down to my pants. In a matter of seconds, my fly was open, and her hand was wrapped around my thickening length. Fuck, when she squeezed me, I thought I’d blow right then and there.
Growling, I nipped at her neck, all the way down to the swell of her breasts. My tongue laved over every inch of her perfect tits until I could no longer reach what I really wanted. Tearing her shirt up, I flipped the cups of her bra, taking a peaked nipple in my mouth and sucking hard.
Her hand tightened on my cock, jerking me harder.
My hands were on her pants, tugging them down her legs in a matter of seconds.
Her sweet pussy was right there waiting, spreading wide for me.
And when I shoved two fingers inside her, the indecent moan that slipped from her lips nearly made me come right there.
“Faster,” she moaned, her hips jerking against my hand.
My cock was taking a beating as her fist jerked me harder and faster. I was so close to coming, nearly at the brink, when her body spasmed around my fingers and she gushed all over my hand.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I shot off like a rocket, my cock twitching hard as I spilled my cum in her hand.
Harsh breaths skated across her neck as I pressed shaky kisses to her salty skin. I was a man on the edge, about to crumble in pieces at her feet, and there wasn’t a fucking thing that could stop me from falling.
Pressing a kiss to her lips, I tried to deny the overwhelming urge to take her to bed. Or to think about what it would be like to have this without hiding.
And as I stepped away and licked the mess she’d made on my hand, I told myself that these strange tugs in my chest were nothing more than the aftereffects of sex.
But deep down, I knew it was something more.
And something more would only cause problems in my life.