Chapter 11 Cass
Nia chugs the last of her hot cocoa and throws her cup into the trashcan in my bedroom. “What the fuck just happened?” she asks incredulously.
I throw my empty cup in the bin and turn on the heater. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
She rakes her fingers through her hair half-frozen hair. “She’s just so…just so…”
“Frustratingly wicked?” I provide.
She lets her arms rise and fall by her sides. “Ugh!”
I chuckle as I move further into the room. “Relax; you’ll get used to it. But if it’s any consolation, I’ll have you know that she’s in a good mood today.” I lift a shoulder.
Nia rolls her eyes. “Lucky me.”
“She doesn’t take to change easily,” I tell her. “She has mostly always behaved this way towards women I’ve dated in the past. I guess it’s her way of making sure I’m not being used for my popularity or status in the social media world; her way of eliminating the bad fish and all that.”
Nia’s expression turns distant, but she clears her throat and eases herself from it.
She then looks around the wood-finished room and furniture, the unlit fireplace and shut glass window, and shakes her head at me.
“I can’t believe you made an excuse of wanting to show me your room to get us out of that nauseous situation.
Like you and I haven’t been inside this B I give up.”
“Good boy,” she praises, then smiles before tugging at my waistband again. “Come here,” she whispers, and takes my mouth in a demanding kiss.
With one hand on the side of her hip and the other on the wall behind her, I push myself against her and part my lips for her.
The song reaches its bridge, and Nia and I continue kissing each other like we’re on borrowed time; like the very air we’re breathing is toxic compared to the taste of each other.
I smile against her lips when she slips her hands under my sweater and drags her nails over my abs. “Nia…”
“Mmm.” She moves them lower, and with a soft bite on my tongue, she unbuckles and unzips my jeans. When I grunt in approval, she slides a hand into my underwear and grabs the base of my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I moan against her mouth. “Wrap your fingers around it tighter.”
She moves back and meets my eyes, then squeezes me a little before fisting me slowly. “Like this?”
“Faster.”
She obeys, and our breathing turns uneven as she continues stroking me.
She pulls at my piercing, twists it around, and then pulls at it again, which results in a dizzying wave of pleasured pain to shoot down to my balls.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, then stumble against her body.
“I wanna feel your cum dripping down my fingers, Cass,” she whispers in my ear.
“God, woman.” I nuzzle my nose against the side of her neck, and inhale the smell of her honey-sweet perfume as I begin pumping my hips in time with her fist. “Dammit.” I suck and bite on her soft skin, which makes her moan out loud.
My stomach clenches at her voice, and I continue to fuck her hand until…
Someone knocks on the door – no, they fucking bang on it.
I move back, dazed and more than annoyed, and whip my head towards it. “What?” I all but bark.
“Uh…sir – Cass…I…”
I clench my jaw and step away from Nia when she lets go of my cock. “What is it, Randall?”
He clears his throat. “Things have been set up on the grounds, sir – uh, Cass. Everyone is waiting for you outside.”
I fix my jeans, buckle up my belt, and try not to lose my temper as I say, “Tell Amanda that I don’t appreciate her indirect meddling, and that I’ll meet her downstairs in a couple of minutes.”
He’s silent for a moment. “Umm… Should I really tell her the first bit?”
I pull open the door, and he all but stumbles at the suddenness of it.
“Did you hear me stuttering while I said those words, Randall?” I ask.
“…No?”
I lift a brow at him, to which he clears his throat and gives me a nod.
“I’ll…go tell Amanda what you just said to me.” He nods again – more to himself this time. “Yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll go now.” With an abrupt shift, he almost burns through the carpet as he runs away from me.
I close my eyes and place my forehead against the doorframe.
“Why did you have to be so hard on him?” comes Nia’s voice, right before she rubs a hand on my back and presses a long kiss on my shoulder. “He’s just doing his job, Cass; give him a break.”
I turn and look at her. “I’m annoyed, okay? Give me a break.”
“So, being annoyed automatically gives you the right to act like a bitch to him?” she retorts.
I snort. “I did not act like a bit–”
“You can try to justify that until the end of time, but I’ll never agree with you,” she challenges.
I chuckle, loosening up a bit. “How did I end up having such luck – to have someone in my life who doesn’t even blink before calling me a bitch?”
She bats her lashes and gives me a clinical smile. “You may wanna ask Amanda about that. I’m sure she’s transcribing an answer for that as we speak.”
I grin and cup the back of her head before giving her a chaste kiss.
“Stop.” She gives my chest a slight push. “You need to go now, Cass. The crew is waiting for you downstairs.”
I step back. “Fine, but I’m coming over tonight.”
“I know.” She tangles and drags her fingers through my hair. “I’ll go do stupid things until then in order to pass the time.”
I wink at her. “I’m stupid, do me.”
“Ugh.” She pushes me away. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Admit it, you secretly loved it.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of that in this lifetime, I assure you.”
“Evil,” I say around a grin.
She rises on her tiptoes and sets a soft kiss on the side of my mouth. “Mm-hmm. The best of her kind, don’t you dare forget that.”