by F. L. Jacob
“Son.” He holds his arms out to me, trying to apologize.
“Don’t.” Stopping him. “Listen to me, and listen good; I want you to leave. I need time to think about what you’ve told me. What happens from here I can’t say.” I stop, not knowing what I really want to say.
“I’m so sorry, Caston. It was for hers and your safety. Please, try to understand that your mother isn’t mentally stable.”
My head snaps up. “That excuses her, but what about you? You’re sane. Was it worth sacrificing your son to have your lover?” I stop, taking a deep breath to try to calm my nerves.
“Caston, it wasn’t like that. I saw what Beverly wanted me to see. I never thought she could do the things she did to you. Why do you think she always waited until I was gone? Once you came to live with us and Rose was gone, it was like Beverly’s need for vengeance ceased. I thought she was better. I thought she loved you, like she loved Jon.” On the verge of sobbing, he takes several deep breaths before whispering. “I just never knew how far she would go.”
“I can’t get into this anymore right now. I don’t know what to think of what you’ve told me.” Turning, I walk out of the room, knowing Terrance will make sure James makes it home.
I wake up to the sun shining on my face. The warm body snuggled up to my back is comforting, and the breeze coming in the open windows makes me take a deep cleansing breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. I try to move, but Caston groans and pulls me into him tighter.
“I don’t even remember coming to bed last night.” I sleepily whisper, turning my head into the pillow as my stomach does flip flops when Caston’s hand starts traveling down grazing the top of my sex.
Hot kisses start along the back of my shoulders and between kisses he says, “You were—so sated—you fell asleep—when your head hit the pillow.” He reaches my earlobe and nibbles gently, making me laugh lightly. “I carried you up to bed and tucked you in.” Whispering in my ear, his hot breath is sending pulses of desire to my pussy.
“Thank you, darling.” I turn my face toward him and try to speak in some sort of accent.
He leans back and starts laughing. “God, I love you so much.”
I sit up and look over at him, shaking my head. “What happened with your dad?”
He suddenly stops laughing and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The muscles in his back ripple as he scrubs his hands over his face. “God, Bre. It’s such a cluster fuck. I don’t even know what I’m going to do.”
I get up on my knees and scoot behind him. I start rubbing his shoulders while I kiss them lightly. “You can tell me anything, you know?”
Caston’s muscles are so tight. I feel bad that this is making him uneasy. His moans indicate my little massage feels good.
“I know I can tell you. I’m just not sure how to even explain it.” He sounds so melancholy.
I reach around and clasp my arms around his neck as I lean over and kiss his cheek. Caston grabs my arms and quickly stands up with me attached on his back. Letting out a screech, I quickly wrap my legs around his waist. “Caston! Put me down. What are you doing? Caston!”
Without a word he carries me into the bathroom over to our large soaking tub and bends over to start the water. I use my feet to tease his cock, trying to get him to set me down.
“Bre, that isn’t going to work.”
“Baby, please, put me down.”
Caston continues to walk around the bathroom, collecting things for the bath. When the tub is almost full he adds a little bubble bath that instantly starts to foam and sends the aromatic scents of lavender and vanilla through the air.
Finally seeming satisfied, he walks over to the double sinks, setting me down, so I’m sitting on the counter. He turns around in my arms and takes my mouth in a kiss that sends shivers throughout my whole body. I reach up, sliding my hands through his hair. Enjoying the moans we’re humming into each other’s mouths. He pulls away breathless. The lustful look in his eyes renders me speechless.
Caston falls to his knees and starts kissing along the insides of my thighs, giving each one equal attention. Slowly getting closer and closer to the place I want his mouth more than anything.
As he reaches my pussy, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of lightning down my legs. I let my head fall back as I give myself over to his expert tongue. Sucking, flicking, and driving me insane. I was about to come when he pulls back. “No, my God, please don’t stop.”
Not acknowledging my plea, he stands up and pulls me to him. Reaching around, he holds me by my ass and carries me to the tub. Stepping into the bubbles, we slink down into the warmth. Leaning back Caston turns the water off and immediately turns his attention back to me by taking my breasts in his hands, kneading them and pinching my nipples between his fingers.
“Bre, do you know how beautiful you are?” His eyes are a dark and hooded with lust.
I bite my lip as I let my hands slide through his hair. Breathless, I pant, “Caston…”
He shifts slightly and pulls me up over his lap, setting me down on his hard cock. The water sloshes around us, spilling onto the floor with our movement. Reaching around his neck, I let my fingers slide through Caston’s steam dampened hair as his mouth trails kisses along my neck. As his tongue glides along my jaw up to my ear, I’m pushed over the edge.
His cock pulses, filling me. My womb flutters, and my heart wants to explode. I lean forward to rest in his arms.
We sit in silence for a long time. Occasionally, Caston turns the water on to bring the temperature back up. Once I turn around and lean my back on Caston’s chest, I can feel his heart. I toe at one of the jets at the end of the tub as Caston lightly strokes my arms.
Just as I feel myself start to drift off to sleep again, Caston starts talking.
“James has been hiding my mom for years. She’s still alive, but is terrified to see me. He says she was kidnapped and held as a slave by Beverly’s command. My mom managed to get free and seek help. James says that her fear is deep, and that she’s scared Beverly might punish me if her existence came to light.”
After filling me in on everything that went down between him and James last night, my heart breaks for him. The only time in his life when things weren’t complicated was when he was with Rose the first four years of his life. Tears start falling down my cheeks.
His arms tighten around me as he finishes. We sit in silence a little while longer. I’m not sure exactly what to say.
Caston shifts and kisses me on the top of my head. “Sorry to bring you down.”
I lean over to the side and turn my head toward him. “Cass, don’t be sorry.”
He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the bath pillow behind him. “My whole life has been a lie. Fake and so fucked up.”
I turn around quickly, sending water over the edge of the tub again. Taking his head in my hands, I pull his face to look at me. “Stop it.”
His eyes fly open to look at me.
“I’ll be with you the whole way.”
He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist. “What did I do to deserve you?”
A small smile graces my lips. “I could ask you the same question.”
I worry my lip when I remember what I told him last night.
“What’s wrong, Bre?”
“I want to get married after Beverly’s trial. So, in about two months.”
I can tell he’s shocked. “So soon? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll marry you right now, but don’t you have to have time to plan all this stuff?”
“I hope you aren’t mad, but I talked with Sara and Beth about it yesterday, and they agreed to help me with all the details. Plus, if we get a wedding coordinator—”
Stopping me with a kiss, he leans back. “Bre, this is your day. If you want to get married in two months, then two months it will be.”
I hear his phone ringing in the distance. Feeling him tense up in my arms, I know he hears it too. Taki
ng a deep breath, he moves to get out of the tub. His long limbs stretch to get the fluffy white towel. He wraps it around his waist before he walks out into the main room to collect his ringing phone.
Looking at how wrinkled my fingers are, I decide to get out of the water as well. Sliding my legs over the side, I dry off with a towel before wrapping it around my head and donning my robe.
I walk over to the sinks and reach forward, wiping the steam of the mirror. Just as my face comes into view my vision is filled with flashing lights, and I lean forward catching myself on the countertop.
“Bre, are you okay?”
Caston is by my side in a matter of seconds. He quickly scoops me up and carries me to the bed.
I close my eyes and continue taking deep breaths.
“Bre, talk to me, you’re scaring me.”
I reach over and grab his hand. Taking one last deep breath, a shiver goes through me. “I’m okay now. I don’t know what came over me. Probably the hot water and all the steam combined with me getting out of the tub so fast. I’m sorry I scared you.”
Pulling my hand up to his lips, he kisses it lightly. “Don’t fucking do that to me.”
I chuckle. “I’ll do my best.”
He sits by my side for a little while longer before he speaks tentatively. “I don’t think you should go into work today after what just happened.”
I see him cringe, thinking I’m going to fight him on this, but still feeling a little shaky I think he may be right.
“I think you’re right. I’m still not feeling the best. I’m sorry, Caston.”
He sighs, his relief obvious. “Nothing to be sorry for, Sabrina.”
He leans over to kiss me on the head before he heads to the closet to finish getting ready for work. I slide under the covers, “Maybe I’ll call Sara and have her take me to the doctor.”
“I can take you.” Looking concerned as he dresses for work.
“No, no. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m going to get a few more hours of sleep before I call them.”
Later in the afternoon, I’m sitting in the cold sterile room of my doctor’s office. They wanted me to come in right away when I told them what I’d experienced the last few days. Their concern didn’t do anything to calm my nerves.
Sara sat on the cold plastic chair in the corner, flipping through a magazine. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” She looks up at me, her face filled with concern.
“I didn’t even tell Caston.”
We’re interrupted by the nurse coming in to take my vitals. As she’s handing me a cup, I raise an eyebrow at her. “What’s this for?”
“I need a urine sample,” she says point blank.
“What exactly do you need with that?” I slide off the table before heading to the bathroom.
“Because we need to rule out that you aren’t pregnant.”
Sara’s head pops up, and my head swings around so hard I might have whiplash. “That’s not possible,” I murmur.
The nurse chuckles. “Anything’s possible.”
I’m really ticked off now because she obviously didn’t read my file. I slam the little cup down on the table, making Sara and the nurse jump.
“No, it’s not. It’s not because if you’d read my file and do your fucking job, you’d know that I can’t get pregnant.”
I hear Sara’s breath catch.
She closes the laptop and glares back at me. “Actually, I did read your file. Anything is possible, Ms. Bennett.”
I just stare at her mouth open. Grabbing the small cup, I take off down the hall to the restroom.
Stepping out of the room, she holds her latex covered hand out for me to hand her the sample. “I’ve laid a gown on the table, please remove your clothes and put gown on, opening in the front. Dr. Dana will be in soon.”
Making my way back to the room, I’m speechless as I change into the gown. Sara’s watching every move I make. I climb up onto the table and cross my ankles. I purposely avoid Sara’s gaze.
“Bre?”
Here it comes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I look over to her. “Not something that just comes up in normal conversation.” I chuckle mirthlessly.
“Does Caston know?” She sounds so concerned.
Sighing. “Yes, he knows. He’s known for a while.”
I see her release a breath. “What happened?”
Giving her the quick version, she’s in tears in a matter of seconds. Rushing to me, hugging the air out of my lungs. “Sara, I’m fine.”
She nods and steps back when the doctor walks in.
“You’re not pregnant.” I laugh because that was the first thing that came out of her mouth.
“Could have told you that.”
She shakes her head. “Sabrina, anything is possible. You have damaged fallopian tubes which would make it extremely difficult for you to get pregnant, not that you can’t get pregnant. Please, don’t use that as a form of birth control.”
Shaking my head. “I’m on the pill.”
She nods and marks in my file. The appointment goes on without a hitch. Sara and I walk to the car a half an hour later. I pull my phone out and dial Caston.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hey, Cass. She determined it was a bad combination of my medicine causing the dizziness and stuff.
Hearing his sigh of relief, I smile. I know he was worried. “Thank goodness. Is Sara taking you to get new ones?”
“Yes, we’re on our way to the pharmacy now.”
His voice sounds tense and makes me worry. “Caston, what’s wrong?” I hear him sigh into the phone.
“I got the file from James on Rose.”
“File?” I question, not understanding.
“The documents from her doctors. God, Sabrina, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to unsee this. Her years with that—I’m not sure how she’s even alive right now.”
My hand clutches at my neck. “That bad?”
“So much worse than you’re probably even thinking. I don’t understand how someone could be this ruthless. Just reading it makes me question if there is a God.”
“Caston, that’s awful.”
I’ve been frozen in my spot since leaving the doctor’s office. I couldn’t bring my feet to move. Caston sounds so upset, I wish I was there to wrap my arms around him and tell him it’ll be okay.
“Bre, I think I need to meet her.” It’s barely a whisper, but I hear it.
The next day I walk to the hotel of the redhead and go up to her room. True to her word, she’s there. As soon as I knock, she lets me in with a blush coloring her face. Too bad I won’t let myself get close to anyone because she would probably be a good one.
“So, what would you like to do?” she asks tentatively.
“When do you have to be back at work?” I ask as I walk to the window, looking out over the city below.
She fidgets with the bottom of her shirt. “Not until seven. We have to wait until everyone is done for the day, so we don’t interfere with their working hours.”
Since it’s only one, we have some time. She slowly walks over to me, unbuttoning her shirt on the way. When she reaches me, she lets it fall open. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, she pulls it over my head. My mouth crashes into hers, and we’re suddenly lost in each other. I slide my hands into her hair, pulling her head back, trailing my kisses down her neck. I kiss along her collarbone and make my way back up the other side back to her neck. I suck her bottom lip in-between my teeth, nibbling it.
Walking her backwards until her legs hit the side of the bed. Last time I was rough and took what I wanted, but since she was true to her word I’ll let her come.
I slide the shirt down her arms and move to her shorts. Our mouths haven’t parted. Once I get the button undone, I push them down. She isn’t wearing any panties, and I could come on the spot.
“Fuck, baby, you are so damn hot.”
I lay her out on the bed. She looks
up at me, and I kneel between her legs. First lick and I’m a goner. Damn, I’m in trouble. She’s sweet as honey. Fuck, I’m falling. How am I going to explain this to Beverly?
I continue my torment on her pussy until she’s a writhing mess beneath me.
Standing up, I slide my pants down, and before I know what’s happening she stands up, turning the table on me. She turns me around, forcefully pushing me down on the bed. My eyes go wide in shock. Her eyes are wild, and it turns me on. Holy shit.
She begins to climb up my body and as she’s straddling me, she leans over taking my mouth with hers. This time it’s different. She’s the dominant one. Where did this come from? I try to put my hands on her hips, but she grabs at my wrists.
“No, no touching.”
“What?”
Her head shakes slowly and a devilish grin flashes across her face. She forcefully pins my hands by my head. Could I over take her? Of course. Will I? Normally, I’d say yes, but for some reason I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time.
“I’m in control now.” Music to my ears. Her accent rings through heavily when she says it, and my cock jumps. “It’s my turn to play.”
Before I know what’s going on, she handcuffs me to the headboard. My breathing increases, and she moves to straddle me again. Just letting my tip tease her entrance.
“Fuck, baby, I need you wrapped around me.”
The red hair flips, and she slowly lowers herself onto me. Suddenly, she gets off of me and walks to the other side of the room. I groan at the loss of her heat. She riffles through a bag before turning back to me.
I see she has a condom. I want nothing more than to let loose inside of her. I laugh because I was inside of her bareback yesterday, but, right now, I don’t care.
When she’s next to me she slowly unrolls it over my shaft. Thankful that she’s slow, because I’m so wound up I could embarrass the hell out of myself.
She looks back at me, her green eyes glowing. “Baby, if you don’t get back on me, I’m going to rip this headboard off the wall and come after you.”
She giggles, but immediately straightens herself out. I laugh to myself, she’s trying so hard to be dominant.
