Chastity Falls: Limited Edition Box Set

by L A Cotton

  "Condom, we need a condom."

  Shit.

  She must have noticed my face pale because a slow smirk tugged at her lips and she said, "My purse."

  Was this girl for real?

  I went in search of her purse, and when I returned with the foil packet, Cara had shimmied out of her jeans and scooted back to the center of the bed. The sight of her lying here in just her lace bra and panties was like all my birthdays and Christmases rolled into one. Obviously, someone up there felt I'd paid for the sins of my past because the sight of her lying there, bared to me, was everything. And even though I knew I didn't deserve something so perfect, I was done trying to be the good guy. This was happening, and I was going to enjoy every damn second.

  I threw the foil packet down beside Cara and leaned forward, grabbing her ankles and dragging her back to me. She shrieked, and for a second, I worried it was a dick move after what Jason did, but the look of longing on her face reassured me. I released her and hooked my hands underneath my hoodie and t-shirt pulling them off in one motion. Then with one hand, I unzipped my jeans, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. Her eyes went straight to my cotton-clad dick, and I swallowed hard trying to hold back.

  "God, you're so pretty," Cara said in a husky voice propped up on her elbows, a huge smirk on her face.

  "Did you just call me pretty?" I replied staring down at her, my whole body vibrating with need.

  She licked her lips and smiled. "What are you going to do about it?"

  Oh, challenge accepted. I kneeled on the edge of the bed lowering myself over her, letting my forearms take the weight of my body. Delicate hands reached out to trace my abs and my heart somersaulted followed closely by my dick.

  "Fuck, that feels good."

  Her hands didn't stop at my chest; they kept going until her fingertips grazed my dick. My body shivered, and I tipped my head back. Cara hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them down.

  "Touch me, Braiden," she purred.

  I didn't need asking twice. Leaning to one side, I was careful not to put all of my weight on her as I slid my free hand down her stomach and into her panties. Met with warm heat, I slipped a finger inside her and she bucked against me, moaning. Fuck, I'd missed this. How I'd lasted four years was anyone's guess because this, right here, was everything.

  I swallowed her moans, pushing my tongue into her mouth, giving her everything I had as my fingers worked her harder. Her body started to convulse, her breaths coming in rapid bursts, and when I rolled my thumb down over her clit, she fell apart, moaning my name over and over.

  In no time, I'd tore open the foil packet, rolled it over my dick, and slammed inside her. Cara gasped as I filled her to the hilt and I groaned. "Fuck."

  It was almost painful. Cara fit me like a glove, and I had to still for a second to gain control of myself. But she wasn't willing to wait. Her legs wrapped tightly around me, and she started to move underneath me. I snatched her hands from around my neck and pinned them above her head; this was my show, not hers.

  I needed this.

  Her.

  Us.

  I withdrew slowly, drawing a soft mewl from her and then slammed back in. I wasn’t going to last more than a few seconds. But we had all night.

  And tomorrow.

  And the next night.

  Because now that I’d felt this, I wasn’t sure I could give it up.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Is it weird that I already want to do it again?” Cara’s fingers traced lazy circles on my stomach doing all kinds of weird shit to my insides. After going at it twice last night, and once more this morning, we were wrapped in the bedsheet with her tucked in my arm.

  Her words sunk in and it hit me. “Wait, you- you weren’t a virgin, were you?”

  Cara’s hand collided with my solid muscles. “No, jackass, I wasn’t a virgin. But so what if I was?” She pulled back to look at me and I dipped my head and captured her lips. “Then I would have gone easier on you,” I joked, not sure which I preferred; the idea of her untouched or giving her v-card to me.

  “Jerk,” she mumbled into my mouth, and I felt my dick stir, but from the way the sun was shining through the threadbare curtains hanging in the window, it was already late morning and we needed to talk. Cara had other ideas. Rolling herself onto me, she straddled my legs and drew the sheet up around her body.

  “I think it’s too late for that.”

  “Can you be serious for just a second? I wanted to say thank you.”

  “Thank you?”

  “For this. For letting me in … after everything.”

  “Yeah, about that-”

  “No talking.” She leaned down pressing her lips to mine and my hand drifted up to her waist, anchoring her to me. Her kiss consumed me, igniting a fire so wild in me it took everything I had to break away.

  “We’re talking, blondie.”

  “Blondie? All this time you had a nickname for me. Blue and Blondie. I like it.” Cara didn’t resist when I rolled her off me and sat up.

  “Last night was …” I struggled to find the words to describe what was probably the best night of my life.

  “Epic. Amazing. The best you’ve ever had. Lay it on me, big guy.” Cara smiled and gripped my jaw between her fingers. “I know exactly what it was. I was right here with you.”

  Choked with emotion, I gulped and nodded. She saw right through me. Cut through my bullshit with a knife. It was refreshing and terrifying and left me reeling. But still, it didn’t change the gravity of our situation.

  “You must have questions? For me, I mean.” I held her gaze daring her to step over the line and walk on my side. I shouldn’t have doubted her.

  “Sure, but can we eat, first? I’m starving,” she replied choosing to ignore my attempt to talk about us.

  I rolled my eyes at her and climbed out of bed. “I know a place.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Her voice followed me as I headed into the bathroom to take a piss … and get a grip on my emotions. Last night, I’d told her that if we took this road, there was no going back. But I needed time to think, to figure out a way to fix this mess. What I needed was a clear fucking head, something that was hard to come by in Cara’s presence.

  “Hurry up,” she called. “I need to pee.”

  Groaning to myself, I shook my head. What the fuck was I going to do with her?

  An hour later, we were sitting in a diner just outside of town. I almost risked taking her to the Pancake Shack for the best pancakes in town, but it was opposite Dante’s and I couldn’t risk someone noticing me. Denny’s was quiet; the early morning customers were already on their way.

  “What’s it like being back?”

  I shrugged, stuffing another piece of bacon into my mouth.

  “Someone’s happy this morning.”

  A low growl bubbled up from my chest. “Cara,” I warned.

  “What? We’re just having breakfast and talking.” She batted her eyes innocently, but I saw the knowing gleam there. She knew exactly what she was doing, and for all my better judgment, it was working.

  “We need to talk about you being here. About everything.”

  Her eyes softened, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I know, but is it so bad to want just one day of normal? I came all the way out here for you. Give me one day. I know we have to talk. I know things are a mess. God, do I know. But I wasn’t thinking. I just knew I had to see you, and now, I’m here and you’re here and I just want one day, Braiden.”

  When she put it like that … was it so bad to give her one day?

  “One day.” The words spilled out before I could stop them, but the way her eyes lit up told me I’d done the right thing.

  Maybe we’d have longer, but if we only had a day, I didn’t want to waste it worrying about what the future held. I wanted to spend it with the girl sitting opposite me.

  Cara dropped her cutlery and clapped. “So I was thinking
we could …” Her voice drowned out in the pounding of my heart in my chest as I watched her come to life, planning the next few hours of our lives, all while thinking how easy it would be to fall in love with her.

  “It’s so peaceful out here.” Cara pressed closer into my side and laid her head against my shoulder as we watched the waves crash against the rocks.

  “I haven’t been here in so long.”

  Dead Man’s Cove was a student hotspot, but today, it was empty except for the odd dog walker and couple walking the shore.

  “We could go skinny dipping?” If it weren't for the playfulness in her voice, I would have readied myself for an argument because there was no fucking way I was getting in that water. Let alone naked.

  “Do you know how cold the ocean is? They don’t call it Dead Man’s Cove for nothing,” I joked as Cara slid her arm into mine and clung to me.

  It felt good to be close to her like this, even if it was just a short-lived fantasy.

  “So where to next? You could wine and dine me somewhere a little more upmarket than Denny’s or we could get takeout and go back to the motel?”

  “Or we could stay out here a little longer?” The truth was I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to sit right here and pretend that everything was fine. That I was just a guy out on a date with his girl.

  Cara didn’t reply, but the soft sigh that fell from her lips told me all I needed to know. We both wanted this to be real.

  Even if it was just a lie.

  It was dark out by the time we returned to the motel. I felt invincible with Cara tucked into my side, holding onto to me like she needed me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t want it to end. Tomorrow, we had decisions to make. Hard truths to face. But for today, we’d been just two people getting to know each other, letting ourselves fall foolishly deeper into the other.

  We entered the room, and the door clicked shut behind us. Cara looped her arms around my waist and pressed her head against my chest. “I don’t want this to end.” She sighed and tension filled the room. The seriousness of what lay ahead weighed us down.

  I pressed a kiss to her head feeling a lump form in my throat and choked out, “We knew it couldn’t last.”

  She was silent as she pulled back and stood on tiptoes, catching my mouth with hers. This kiss was different to the ones we’d shared all day. I let Cara set the pace, taking from me what she needed. I owed her that much for pulling her into my world when I should have made her walk away. Now, we were bound together even if we had to go our separate ways tomorrow. Because, for as much as I’d considered an alternative, right now, I couldn’t see one. Her father wanted me dead, and I was supposed to be part of the uprising that would end with him in a body bag.

  We were doomed.

  It was tragic, really, that the one girl I would give it all up for was the one girl I couldn’t have—shouldn’t even want.

  Our kisses grew frantic … desperate, but it wasn’t enough. I lifted her up forcing her legs around my waist and carried Cara to the bed. She shrieked as I threw her down. I tracked Cara as she rose to her knees and slowly pulled her t-shirt off her body. When the material drifted down onto the bed, her hand moved to the button of her jeans. I mirrored her movements, slowly inching down my zipper. She smiled suggestively, and I inched my jeans down my thighs, letting them slip down the rest of the way until they gathered at my ankles. Kicking out of them, I stalked over to the bed and hooked an arm around her delicate waist, memorizing the emotion in her eyes.

  Her hands slid down my chest and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. She inched it up slowly, the feel of her fingers grazing my abs causing me to suck in a sharp breath. This girl would be my demise. Burying my head in her neck, I licked her salty sweet skin, nibbling along her collarbone and eliciting soft moans from her lips.

  “I’ll never forget this,” she whispered as I cradled her to me. Never wanting to let go.

  The door crashed open, and Jason stormed in. I pulled Cara to me trying to shield her half-naked body from his eyes, but a group of men flooded into the room after him.

  “Well, well. What do we have here?”

  “Jason …” Cara started, but I pressed a finger to her lips.

  “You led us right to him. What a good little girl.” His eyes narrowed at her, and my blood ignited. I wanted to rain some serious hurt on him. And then his words sunk in, hitting me like a bullet. You led us right to him.

  I gripped Cara’s chin and forced her to look at me. Her eyes widened, panic dancing there. “Braiden, it’s not what you think. I didn’t know, I didn’t-”

  No. She wouldn’t. But, true or not, the seed of doubt was planted, and I didn’t have time to search her eyes for the truth. Two men grabbed me from behind and yanked me away from her. Cara’s screams pierced the air, and I fought against the men’s grip trying to go to her. Anything to stop him from touching her again. Jason scooped up her t-shirt and threw it at her. “Put it on.”

  She clutched the material in her hands, not taking her eyes off me. Thoughts of betrayal swirled in my mind. Had she led him here? Had it all been one big setup? I didn’t want to believe it, but the fucker looked so smug, glancing back and forth between the two of us as if things had gone exactly to plan.

  “Cara, let’s go.” He held out his hand for her, and I lunged forward, but a solid fist connected with my kidneys. Pain exploded up my side, and I had to bite my tongue to contain the grunt.

  My eyes locked onto Cara’s willing her to give me a sign … anything to let me know this wasn’t what it looked like, but she climbed off the bed and went to him.

  “No.” It came out pained, and the guy to my left laughed clearly enjoying the show.

  Cara watched me as I struggled between the two guys. Jason stalked forward until he was almost nose-to-nose with me, forcing me to look at him and not Cara, who was now shielded behind his figure.

  “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

  I stood tall, daring him to make a move. Even with the odds stacked against me, I wouldn’t go down without a fight. Surely, he knew that. If he knew anything about me, he was probably banking on it.

  His fist flew forward connecting with my stomach, and I lurched forward, fighting the urge to puke. Laughter filled the room, drowning out Cara’s screams. Rage gave me the upper hand, and I managed to break free from one of the guys’ hold and land a left hook to Jason’s face. He stumbled backward and rubbed his jaw, glancing at the guy to my right. The goon released my arm, and I creaked my neck from side to side. We were doing this.

  I avoided looking at Cara as we danced around each other, daring the other to make the first move. But I was done waiting. I rolled forward onto my left foot throwing my fist at Jason. He ducked and avoided the full impact of my knuckles.

  “You’re heavily outnumbered, Donohue. You might want to rethink this. The boss wants you back alive, but he didn’t say in how many pieces.”

  A soft gasp sounded from the corner of the room, but I forced myself to stay focused on Jason and not to search her out. Cara was my weak spot, and he knew that.

  I didn’t rise to his bait as we danced some more, circling each other. This time, Jason came at me, forcing me back into the wall, and his fist caught my eye snapping my head back. Pain shot through me, and I lashed out, unwilling to let him get the upper hand. He’d caught me good as stars filled my vision. But he underestimated me, and when he came at me again, I blocked his fist with my arm and sent my forehead into his face. Bone crunched and blood splattered into the air as he cursed. “Sonofabitch.”

  A smug grin cracked over my face, but it was soon wiped away when he whipped his arm up, and I was staring down the barrel of a gun.

  “Not so funny now, is it.” Jason’s eyes flickered to the other corner of the room where Cara stood pale faced, arms wrapped around her waist.

  My eyes connected with hers for just a second, and then everything went black.

  Chapter Fifteen<
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  Cara

  “Stop with the puppy dog act, it's fucking embarrassing,” Jason growled at me causing my eyes to snap to his as he watched me through the rearview mirror.

  “Fuck you, Jason,” I hissed imagining all the ways I could hurt him the way he’d hurt me.

  “Oh baby, just say the word and I’m yours.”

  Disgust washed over me like tiny spiders crawling underneath my skin. I’d always considered Jason a friend. He was like the annoying big brother I’d never had. We’d grown up together and he’d been around for all the milestones of my life, but I never saw him as anything more. And since the other night, when he’d tried to force himself on me, I was seeing him in a whole new light. But his presence in my life wasn’t my decision.

  Daddy favored him. The overachieving, all-star sportsman and one of the most popular kids from our high school, Jason was everything he wanted me—his only daughter, once the apple of his eye—to settle down with. Which was exactly why I hadn’t bothered to report Jason’s change in behavior lately. The late-night visits, the following me around like a lost puppy—he was taking his duties far too seriously and overstepping the boundaries, but all Daddy cared about was that no other guy could get to me. In his eyes, Jason was the guy for me.

  “You know he almost killed a guy, right?” Jason’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned my head away from the mirror to look out of the window.

  I knew the second I’d laid eyes on Braiden at the stadium that he had secrets. He carried them around with him. The dark hoodies, defensive attitude, and his reluctance to open up all screamed baggage, but that was one of the reasons we connected. I felt drawn to him. One look into his electric blue eyes and I wanted to know more about him.

  “Sliced some young guy up really good. Almost killed the kid, but he lived. If you can call being paralyzed from the waist down living.”