Despite the amazing, loved feeling, there's an underlying guilt at the pit of my stomach. Every time I laugh, I think about what I'm doing and just how wrong this is.
I guess when you know you can't tell your parents about your new boyfriend you have a problem... And mine is even bigger, because we share a set of parents now. I'm already dreading the conversation, which I know will have to happen sooner or later.
It's been a short few days, but I would never trade them for anything. Because this is the happiest I've ever been – waking up in Dom's arms. Falling asleep in his embrace. Eating the food he's made for me, even trying to cook myself. Spending all day at the pool, swimming in the cold water, kissing with abandon.
Today, Susie called me to ask where I've been. I'm pretty sure she knows what's going on, because I was an absolute giggling fool on the phone. She wants to go to the carnival, which is in town today, and I made Dom promise he'd come with us.
I get ready in the evening, wanting to look pretty for the last night we have together, without our parents. I put on a new dress mother dearest got for me before I left. It's a pretty, flimsy, emerald green dress made of silk that apparently goes well with my hair. I put my hair in a half-up style and add some wedges to go with the dress. I know I'm overdressed, but I want this night to be extra special.
The one thorn in my side is the fact that Dom is meeting me there. He doesn't want Susie to suspect a thing, even though I'm pretty sure she already knows about us. When I come down the stairs, it makes me a little sad not to see him waiting for me.
But I hear Susie honking outside, and there's no time for sadness. I rush outside and get into her car as she interrogates me about what's been going on. I laugh and remain vague, which drives her crazy.
"You little minx," she says, throwing me a look and nearly swerving off the road.
"Susie!" I yell in horror. "Eyes on the road!"
"No fuck? No dammit?" she asks, shaking her head. "I don't know what's happened to you, girlfriend."
We're still laughing when we arrive at the site of the carnival, getting out of the car. Susie has to help me get across the gravel in my high wedges, but my struggle is forgotten as soon as she spots the cotton candy stand. She shrieks in delight and rushes to get in line for the sweet pink candy.
I giggle and follow, reconsidering my choice of footwear. I'm already looking around, trying to spot Dom. I want our so-called random encounter to happen as soon as possible.
My eyes scan the crowd and my expression sours as soon as I spot a familiar group of guys, which unfortunately includes Adrian. As soon as he spots me, I look away in a rush, unwilling to spend a moment of my precious time with him.
But then my eyes land on another familiar figure, and this time it's someone I'm more than a little glad to see. My lips stretch into a smile as I drink Dom in with my eyes. But as soon as I realize what he's doing, my happy expression falters.
Dom is leaning against a vending machine, wearing a badass leather jacket I've never seen on him. As I watch him, he takes it off, revealing a V-neck black tee. His biceps are exposed and bulging, covered with the delicious ink I've come to love.
But what's more disturbing is the person he's flexing his muscles for. She's a pretty, petite blonde with perky breasts and a too-short tennis skirt. Her cleavage is practically pressed against Dom's face.
My lips purse when I see them talking, and I realize I'm fucking jealous. I'm jealous of the way he's laughing at her, jealous of his eyes appraising her tight, lithe body. I'm seething when he reaches over, poking her as she giggles.
And then Dom's eyes land on mine and his smile grows wilder.
As he comes towards me, saying goodbye to the blonde, my heartbeat falters. I don't trust him, I realize with sadness. Not completely. Not yet.
"Hey, darlin’," he greets me, his signature smirk ever present on his face. "Missed me?"
I make a shushing sound, looking around like someone's going to leap out of the bushes and bust us. I don't know why, but I'm already smiling, my cheeks reddening.
Dom laughs at my discomfort, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, planting a kiss right on my lips, in the middle of the carnival. My mouth gapes in shock, but secretly, I couldn't be more pleased. He just acknowledged me… I can almost feel the blonde's jealous gaze upon us.
"What's going on here?" Susie wonders a moment later, her smile wide as she giggles at the sight of us. We refuse to answer, shooting each other guilty looks, and Susie snorts.
"Come on, lovebirds," she says with a dramatic gasp. "Let's have some fun. You can eat each other's faces when we've left."
Dom smirks, but I can tell he likes her. Susie has a no-fucks-given attitude, and I think she and Dom will get along just fine. For some reason, that makes me feel strangely happy.
We spend a fun evening together, eating sweets and carnival snacks and trying out every single ride in the park. Dom even wins me this goofy, enormous stuffed penguin. I say it's stupid, but I still insist on lugging him around with me for the rest of the night. There's a silly smile plastered across my face for the rest of the evening.
Finally, the night comes to an end, and a bunch of us are standing in the parking lot.
"Come on, Cass," Susie motions me over. "Let me give you a ride home."
Dom clears his throat, and I look between the two of them, feeling torn. "Erm," I say, and Susie gives me a hard look. "I guess I'll just go with Dom. We live in the same house, after all."
Susie glares at me but ends up laughing it off and winking at me as she comes over for a quick hug. She pulls me in closer and whispers in my ear. "I want to hear all the details tomorrow."
Dom and I wave them off, and he passes me the helmet to ride his bike. I put it on, but I can't quite take my thoughts – or eyes – off my stepbrother. I'm smitten, even if I don't want to admit it out loud.
"You ready, darlin’?" he asks roughly, and I'm already picturing what we're going to do for the rest of the night when a shrill laugh interrupts us.
"Hey, Cassidy," I hear a voice calling me. I turn toward it and break into a hesitant smile as I spot Adrian. "Leaving so soon?"
"It's late," I call back, and he approaches us. Suddenly, the air becomes incredibly tense, and I guess there's something going on here. I give Dom a confused look, but he's staring at Adrian.
"Stay a little longer?" Adrian slurs, and I realize he's pretty much hammered.
"We have to go," I say uncomfortably.
"Come on, Cassidy," Adrian says, a smirk spreading over his face. "You wouldn't believe the things I have to tell you..."
I don't have time to comment, because in the next second, Dom gets off his bike, strides over and punches him square in the face.
"Dom!" I yell in shock as Adrian's head flops backward, sending him sprawling on the gravel. "Are you okay?" I call in Adrian's direction, furrowing my brows at my stepbrother.
"Oh, I'm mighty fine," he says, the slur gone from his voice, but his tone cold like a snake's hiss. He gets up from the floor, wiping away the blood from his split lip. "But your brother is about to regret that."
"Come on, Cassidy," Dom groans, pulling on my arm in the direction of his bike. "We don't need to stick around for this. He's full of crap."
I look at him with confusion, not understanding the sudden animosity between these two. When I first met Dom at the beach, he seemed to be getting along great with Adrian.
"What's this about?" I ask, feeling weird because of the way they're acting, but Dom ignores me, dragging me to his bike and making me straddle the machine. He sits in front of me and places my arms firmly around his waist, starting the bike just as Adrian starts shouting something at us.
"Bye, jackass," Dom says, waving at the retreating figure of Adrian as we drive off. I stare over my shoulder until his silhouette is too small to make out, wondering what just happened.
And I can't help but wonder if I made the right choice – seeing Dom with that girl, and then the
way he just punched Adrian out of the blue. What the hell is going on with him?
Chapter fourteen
DOM
“What the hell was all that about?” Cassidy asks as we step into the beach house.
I tell her it was nothing, he was just being a prick.
“Bullshit,” she says, flicking the coffee machine on.
I let out a sigh and the lie comes easy. “Prick was telling me how much he wanted you. I told him to back off my girl.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I flick the coffee machine off and pull her to me. “Now, darlin’,” I drop a kiss on her nose. “It’s our last night. Let’s not waste it.”
She giggles then and I’m smiling again.
“Dare,” she says.
“Get naked,” I tell her simply, throwing my jacket over a chair and starting to strip out of my clothes.
She hesitates but only for a moment before she peels her dress off, and there she is, my beautiful stepsister, nipples rosy and tight, skin toned, pussy so inviting. My cock fills before her eyes and she licks her lips.
Our last night was certainly one to remember.
She laid on her back on the kitchen table with her legs spread wide and I tasted that sweet pussy for the first time, her moans and whimpers enough to make my cock leak.
I fucked her while she was coming, and I pulled her to the floor after and finished off in her eager mouth.
She fucked me next, on my bed, riding me like a cowgirl, tits bobbing. Fuck, it was some damn rodeo.
One last night. A blissful, perfect night with her in my arms, her breathing steady, her heartbeat reassuring against my chest. It felt so goddamn good, I'm pretty sure I'll have trouble sleeping without Cassidy beside me in the future.
We wake up in the early morning, and I refuse to get up. Cassidy seems to be of the same mind, because she snuggles closer to me, holding me as tightly as her small arms can manage. I can't stop looking at her, kissing her, thinking about her.
She's possessed my mind and body, and I'm afraid it's too late to change that now. And that fucking scares me more than anything in my life.
It seems she’s obsessed too, wasting no time finding my morning glory and gripping it tight.
“Allow me,” she says, flinging the covers back.
She’s soon kneeling between my legs, flicking her tongue at my piercing, and my cock is throbbing for release.
“Fuck me, Cass,” I tell her, reaching to the nightstand for a condom and passing it to her.
“You want me to put this on?”
“Of course,” I tell her, planting my hands behind my head and enjoying the moment.
She rips open the packet, gets to grips with the thing and, after a couple attempts, she’s rolling the condom into place.
“Perfect,” I tell her.
She giggles, hitches a leg and starts to climb on. I tell her no. “Turn around, get on backwards.”
“Okay,” she says, sounding a little unsure.
My balls are practically bursting as she turns her tight ass in my direction, her pussy already glistening wet as she nudges at my pierced tip.
I can’t help but groan as she eases her way onto me, and groan some more as her breaths quicken and she grabs hold of my knees and starts the ride.
I take hold of her hips and join in with the rhythm, loving the yelps she makes as flesh hits flesh. Loving it as she comes all over my cock, and loving just how hard I bang that pussy as my balls erupt.
And loving, too, how she falls into my arms afterwards, neither of us wanting to get up.
Finally, at around noon, we both know we can't put this off any longer. Tony has already left a message on Cassidy's voicemail, letting us know he's returning with my mother in the early afternoon.
So, we get up, grudgingly, showering and getting ready. We come to a stop in front of the door that leads to Cassidy's bedroom, looking at each other with a heavy dose of awkwardness. I don't think either of us wants this moment to end.
I wish I could keep her in this secret room, make the beach house our happy place… No judgment. No witnesses. Just her body and mine, our lips crushed together.
"I guess we should be in our own rooms when they come home," I tell her hesitantly, and she nods, since we both know it's the right thing to do.
Tony's a protective man, and I'm sure any guy who had feelings for his daughter would be in trouble. The fact that I'm Cassidy's stepbrother pretty much condemns me from the start.
"I should go then," I say more firmly, but my eyes are asking Cassidy to say no. When she raises her eyes to me, her gaze is full of sadness. "What's wrong, darlin’?" I ask.
"I just…" She breathes a heavy sigh, and I take a step closer. My fingers travel up her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake on her perfect skin.
"What?" I ask her, needing her to confide in me. And I know she will, the change in her already remarkable after just a few short days together. She's a different girl, and the thought of how much better she could get with my help makes me happy.
"I'm worried," she admits, her voice breaking over the words. "I'm worried this ends now. You got me, you didn't have time to grow tired of me, so it would be perfect… To just cut it off, before it hurts even more."
She flutters her eyelashes in an almost violent way, and I tip her chin backwards with my fingers, making my little doll look at me. "Stop, Cassidy," I order her. "You're saying that so you don't get hurt."
She tries to look away, but my fingers slide over her lips next, and her eyes become glued to mine, her mouth parting in a sigh. "I know you still want me," I say confidently, but before she can roll her eyes, I go on. "I won't leave you. Because I want you just as much, and I have every intention of making this work – one way or another."
A small smile lights up her face, and I lean down, unable to resist one last kiss while we're free of our parents' company. My lips land against her mouth, and she opens those lips up for me like she's parched for my touch.
"Darlin’," I groan against her lips, pulling her closer as she grinds her body against mine. This is going to be a problem, because there's already just one thing on my mind…
I give her a long, hard kiss, tasting her, knowing I'm getting more and more addicted with each lick she lets me have.
And then I hear noise downstairs and spring away from her like she's just burned my mouth with those full, pouty lips.
Cassidy's eyes widen in anticipation, and I clear my throat, standing awkwardly in the hallway. Our parents call to us from downstairs, and I know we'll have to greet them sooner or later. I smile apologetically at my baby doll, then motion towards the staircase with my head.
"Shall we?" I ask, my voice full of regret and resignation.
She nods, and we walk downstairs, making sure to keep a good distance between us. Anyone who saw us would think it innocent... I wish it wasn't.
"Cassidy!" Tony bellows as soon as we reach them, enveloping his daughter in a big hug. I smile and my mom is soon to follow, settling for a ruffle of my hair. "Hello, Dom," she says and I give her a hug nonetheless.
Upon closer inspection, Mom looks tired, with bags under her eyes and limp hair. She always looks done up, and it's a little strange seeing her out of sorts.
My eyes land on Tony next, and I see he looks a bit under the weather, too. I don't comment, instead slapping him on the back good-naturedly. "Hope you had a good trip?"
All they do is look at each other, their eyes full of something that looks like guilt. What in the name of hell is going on here?
I furrow my brows, but a quick look at Cassidy tells me she's oblivious. I'm not about to point out there's something wrong, because I don't want to worry her. In my mind, I've already decided I need to get to the bottom of this, though.
Tony leads us all into the kitchen, exclaiming he needs a good home-cooked meal. The three of us volunteer to make dinner, and he leaves to unpack their stuff.
Once again, I'm seeing a
new Cassidy. I love the way she is with my mom, so at ease, always laughing and chatting away. I don't say much, but a small smile plays on my lips as I pretend to help around the kitchen, even though they're doing most of the work.
An hour or so later, they send me upstairs to get Tony, and I retreat laughing, leaving them to their whispering. It makes me so fucking happy. I'm already convincing myself we can get my mother on our side before we tell Tony what's going on between us.
The upstairs is quiet, and I give Mom and Tony's bedroom door a tentative knock. No one answers.
I crinkle my forehead, knocking again, but once more – no answer. I open the door, and I’m surprised by the scene in front of me.
The luggage our parents brought with them hasn't even been touched – the two suitcases are still lying on the floor, unopened. My eyes scan the room for Tony, finding him sprawled on the bed, snoring away happily.
I stifle a laugh, poking him. It takes a couple of seconds, but I have his attention. "Oh, Dom," he says tiredly.
"Dinner will be on the table in a moment," I say, trying to be friendly, but I can't resist poking some fun. "You needed some rest, old man?"
Tony smiles in embarrassment, getting off the bed. I don't know what they were up to on that trip, but they both seem beat. I hope they recover soon enough.
I tell Tony to meet us all in the kitchen and head downstairs to help my ladies with serving the food. They put me in charge of carving the meat while they set the table.
I'm doing so when Tony strolls into the kitchen, looking paler than he did when I saw him last. "Tony, everything alright?" I ask worriedly, my eyes glued to his sallow face.
He raises his eyes to mine, the motion painfully slow. He tries to wave a hand in my direction to convey it’s nothing, but when he lets go of the doorframe, he stumbles.
"Daddy?" Cassidy calls out, and Mom drops the cutlery.
Tony tries to catch something to hold him up, but he misses the counter by a good few inches. His eyes are already absent, and before any of us can do a thing, he collapses on the floor.
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