by C. M. Steele
My hands splay to the side of her head, and I whisper, “Mine,” breaking through her virginity. She immediately whimpers, biting her lip. Fuck, I want to feel bad, but I don’t. It takes both of us a minute to move. I kiss away the tears that fall. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” I am, and I’m not. She’s mine and only mine.
I move slowly, dragging my length almost all the way out and then thrusting it back in. “So much better,” she sighs.
“Yes, it is.” Our mouths meet, kissing softly as I do my best to bring both of us over the edge. I want her coming on my dick as I unload into her sweetness, marking her womb.
Going into her bare is the best thing in the world. From now on, condoms are out of the question. I want her to have my babies, and the thought makes my dick jerk. Fuck, we both need to come. “I’m so close, Casey. Come with me,” I growl against her lips. “I want your sweet honey coating my cock. You’re going to get all of my seed too. Do you want that? Do you want to be mine forever, Casey?”
“Yes,” she moans with her hands wrapped around my shoulders and her nails dancing along my back. Her hips arch and her walls clench around me as she gives me what I need.
With a roar, I come deep inside of her. Breeding her without a doubt. Fuck, I can’t stop coming.
I fall forward onto her, adjusting my weight, so she’s not squished by my massive frame. Just as I’m about to ease away her legs tighten around my waist and keep me in place.
“I’m crushing you.”
“No, you’re not. This feels so good. You feel incredible like this.” The look of pure unadulterated bliss does a number on my cock, and it pulses in her tight sheath.
“Damn, you better take it easy there, or I’m going to take your sexy little ass again.” She flexes her hips upward, pushing me deeper into her. “Okay, honey, you’ve asked for it,” I growl and flip us, so she’s on top of me.
The second time goes even faster, both of us coming after she finds what works for her greedy cunt. Wearing my old ass out, I fall asleep with her sexy body sprawled on mine. I wrap my arms around her and whisper as I doze off, “You’re mine, Casey.”
Chapter 5
Casey
What am I doing? Can I give in to his promises? I should go. Fuck, I just had unprotected sex with him. A flurry of thoughts race through my head. I look over at him, and he’s perfect. I sigh in my head because I don’t want to wake him, but he’s too perfect. He’s everything a woman could want wrapped up in the sheets. And that’s why I have to leave.
In a hurry, I’m dressed, out of the house, and down the street, before he wakes up and reality hits me. I run and head out into the night in an area I have no idea of where I am. I look back, but since we came through the garage, I don’t know what the house looks like from the outside. Shaking my head, I keep moving.
Shit, what am I doing?
Running because he’s more than eager to make me his? That makes some sense, but I’m not ready to believe in happily ever after. I make it to a busy street and spot a bus. Dashing as fast as I can, I hop on it before the doors close. I’m glad I picked up a CTA card when I left the airport.
It’s almost completely empty except for one guy in the very back, and the bus driver asks, “Who ya running from?”
Freaking out like somehow I’d been caught, I stammer, “No one. Just didn’t want to get caught in the rain again.”
He nods his head and remarks, “Smart. You shouldn’t be roaming the streets at this hour. It’s almost midnight.”
That’s freaking ominous. I know that major cities are littered with crime, but he makes me think there’s paranormal activity going around. “You make it sound creepy around here.” I really need to lay off the books I read—too many vampires and werewolves lurking in the shadows.
“Nothing good happens after midnight. At least that’s my take on it. Where ya from?” He’s making small talk since the only person on the bus nodded off.
“Texas,” I state, knowing that it explains itself. I’m way out of my element.
“I thought ya sounded different.”
For a few blocks, we ride in silence. As soon as the thought hits me, I ask, “Is the train still running?”
“Yes, for another hour.” I breathe a sigh of relief. I have time to get back to the hotel without worrying about trying to find a cab.
As soon as the bus gets to the station, he adds, “Have a safe night. I hope the city treats you good.” He winks, and I smile back.
“Thanks. I hope so too.” I jump off and go toward the train platform, knowing the city has been fantastic to me.
Owen. He’s been great to me, and I abandoned him. Okay, he wasn’t all hearts and flowers, but I felt right with him. Now, I’m lonely throughout my entire body. I try to forget about Owen and check the map. The train will take me downtown to my hotel. Good.
I take my seat again and pull out my phone. Shit, I should call Mike just in case Owen calls him, and he freaks out.
“Hey.”
I start to speak, but he interrupts me. “Where the fuck are you?” he roars.
“Chill. I’m on my way back to my hotel. Can you let Owen know if he calls you?” I ask.
“If he calls? I’ve been on the phone with him for the past five minutes with him flipping out. He’s driving around hoping you didn’t get yourself in trouble.”
“I’m fine. I just don’t want to rush things.”
“Girl, five minutes after meeting you rushed to leave with him. Now you’re running. Tell me he didn’t do anything to hurt you.”
“No, not at all. I’m just…this is all new to me. I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me know when you get to your hotel. I’ll deal with Owen,” he mutters.
I should have dealt with Owen instead of acting like a child. I’m twenty-one years old, not some seventeen-year-old with no experience of life. I’ve been living on campus for four years without my parents being around to care for me. Common sense should have told me to handle this better. Unfortunately, Owen robs me of any sense at all.
Damn, I feel like a stupid twat.
Chapter 6
Owen
The second Mike informed me that she was in her hotel room, I could finally breathe. My heart had been in my chest the entire time I searched for her.
Mike tried to explain what Casey had told him, but it didn’t make sense to me at least not entirely.
I shower and dress to get to the hotel as soon as possible. I’ll stay in the damn lobby all night if I can. I race to get there when I see the flashing lights. “Son of a bitch,” I grumble, pulling out my information.
“License and registration.” I hand it over, hoping to get this over and not get arrested for driving recklessly. There’s hardly no traffic in this spot.
“Do you realize you were driving sixty in a thirty-five?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“No, sir. You can test me if you’d like” I had not even a full beer since we left work.
I can see he’s staring at my eyes while sniffing for the obvious smell of beer. Damn hound dog. “No, that won’t be necessary. Where are you headed?”
“I’m going to my woman’s hotel room.” The cop smirks, thinking I’m rushing for a booty call.
“Hold tight.” He left with my license probably to run my shit for any outstanding warrants, but I’ve never been in trouble, so hopefully, I can get a ticket and be on my way.
He strolls back up to my window, handing me back my license. “I’m going to give you a ticket to remind you that no sexual encounter is worth getting yourself killed in a wreck. Do you realize how many drunk drivers are out tonight?”
The damn hotel was closed to those who didn’t have a keycard to get in. Shit. The lobby hours opened back at six.
I should go home and come back. It’s four hours until they reopen.
Today is a different day. And I’m going to show her that there’s more to being with me th
an being stuffed with my cock. I rest my head on my hands while my elbows dig into my thighs as I wait for her to come down.
Mike called her and lied for me. He wants to keep his job. I know it’s unethical but nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from making Casey mine forever.
She enters the main lobby, and I’m on my feet. My heart’s pounding out of my chest and I wait, hoping that she’s not going to turn around. She peers around the room looking for him with a frown. I take in what she’s wearing, and it’s sexy as hell. A long-sleeved pink Deadpool riding a unicorn top and a pair of light grey leggings. She even has good tastes in movies. Fuck, my dick won’t stay down. Luckily, I tucked him under my belt, and my jacket hides how fucking hard she’s making me.
Now it’s time to make my move because several fuckers around the room have noticed her delectable ass and I can’t have that.
I have to be careful, so my ass doesn’t get arrested, but she’s leaving with me this minute. I step into her view, and the frown disappears. Her mouth widens in surprise that turns into a smile.
“Come here,” I growl, arching my brow because that’s the only warning she gets before I flip her ass over my shoulder. She does it, saving me the caveman moment.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, but I don’t want an apology. I want her mouth. Sliding my hand around her waist, I pull her to me and lower my head, kissing her for everyone to see. She’s mine and fuck if I’m not going to make it clear to everyone in the room.
“Let’s go to my room,” she mumbles through our kisses.
“No.” It’s like she tossed cold motherfucking water on me. “We’re going out. I’m not fucking you again until you know that this is more than sex. I already explained that to you before, but I don’t think you believe me. Let’s go.”
“I left my coat upstairs.”
“I’ll get you a new one.” There’s a gift shop right there in the hotel, and I buy her a pink and white Chicago White Sox baseball jacket. It’s my favorite team, and fuck, it looks hot on her. I should have let her get her coat that at least hid her huge tits.
“This is too much, Owen. Besides I’m a Rangers fan.” I shake my head at her and slam my mouth to hers, silencing all objections.
“Enough. Let’s enjoy the city. It’s Saturday and a perfect sunny day. Have you had breakfast?”
“No, but my wallet’s in my coat.”
“Girl, you’re mine. From now on when we’re together, I pick up the check. I can’t do shit when we’re not together, but I’m not going to let you pay for shit. For the first time in my life, I have someone I want to spend money on.”
“Damn…someone’s bossy,” she complains as we step out of the hotel.
Turning and pinning her to the wall of the hotel, I whisper with promise, “You have no idea. After last night, you’re lucky I don’t check your ass out of that hotel and keep you snug against my hip.” I kiss her pretty lips and step back before she can try to deepen it. My body already misses hers, but I can’t give in just yet.
“That’s going to be hard on when you go back to work on Monday.” I grab her hand and lead her away from the hotel. My truck is parked in the garage down the street for the day. I’m going to do a private scenic tour of downtown.
As we wait for the light to change, I inform her, “Well first, I’m off until Wednesday. Second, I’ll have to figure that out later.”
“You took time off for me.” She smiles so prettily at the thought. It sucks that I’m going to take it away with my honesty, but that’s the more important thing. I’ll find ways to make her smile later.
“As much as I want to say that’s true, it’s not exactly. The guys and I were out celebrating finishing the project two days early. So they have those two days off. We all come back on Wednesday to get started on the next build.”
“Wow, nice. You’re a freaking awesome boss.”
“Now you like that I’m bossy.”
“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I was just stating the obvious.” Her eyes coax me in for another kiss on that smart-ass mouth.
“Stop with the sexy shit. I’m going to show you all the reasons you would want to stay in Chicago forever.” Her head turns away from those words. She’s not ready, but we’ll get there.
I can wait. Although, I only have seven days left.
Chapter 7
Casey
The day has been fantastic. Owen took me everywhere, and my legs feel the burn. They were already aching from last night’s festivities, but damn, he was serious when he told me that all fun today was non-sexual.
I’m in my hotel room, missing him because he put a kibosh on any sexy times until I fell in love with Chicago. I remember his words and the reaction I had when he uttered them. “I’m going to show you all the reasons you would want to stay in Chicago forever.” I knew the second I saw him in the lobby of the hotel that he was all the reason I needed, but I still have to go back home. With less than two months before I graduate, I have to complete my school year. I didn’t work this hard to trip at the finish line.
My phone pings with a text. I’m giddy and swipe it open to read it.
Hey, beautiful. I’m home and missing you.
Your fault. I bet you really wish you came up.
I do, but like I said it’s not all about sex, Casey. Ugh, I’m so annoyed with him. I know it’s not all about sex.
Goodnight, Owen.
I turn off my phone, so I’m not tempted to snap. I didn’t say it was about sex, but he acts like I’m going to jump his bones and beg him to fuck me. Lying back on the bed, I grumble to myself, but it hits me that I would definitely not be holding back.
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I power on my phone as I get up and head into the shower. My body must have been more tired than I thought because it’s already ten-thirty and I have six missed calls and four text messages. We had date day number two planned for nine. They’re all from Owen.
I didn’t mean to piss you off. I just know I can’t keep my hands off you.
Fuck, call me back.
Please, Casey. Text or call me. It’s already eight.
I’m in the lobby. Shit. I look at the time of the message. It was well over an hour ago.
I hit the call button, and he picks up on the second ring.
“Hey, sorry. I overslept. Maybe we can meet up later. What time did you leave?”
“Damn, babe. I’m still down here. I was going to wait all day until you came out.”
“Shit, come on up. I promise no sex. I’m not ready to go out.”
“Okay. I’m on my way up. Room number.”
“Two twenty-three.”
I rush to brush my teeth before he gets to my door, but just as I’m rinsing my mouth, he’s knocking. Shit. I run, nearly tripping over my bra I left on the floor, shaking it off my foot and opening the door.
“Mine,” he growls, stepping into the room and letting it close hard on its own. I can’t think as he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. We fall onto the mattress, his hard cock digging into my stomach.
“I thought no sex,” I stammer out when his fingers graze my wet panties.
“You may have said that, but I didn’t make that promise. I need you too much. Fuck, I thought you…damn, you’re soaked. Is that for me, baby.”
“Yes, it is. Always,” I confess, clinging to him while his fingers tease my pussy, stroking between the folds. My body begs for more and so do I. “I need you.” I kiss his jaw and his mouth, moving frantically for my release.
He let’s go just long enough to free himself and thrust into my eager pussy. “Fuck,” he grunts, lifting up my shirt off my body.
“No more answering the door like this. I’d hate to kill someone who saw you this naked. You’re mine, Casey. Say it. Say you understand.”
“I’m yours…” I choke out as his tongue sucks my nipple into mouth hard, demanding and rough. The orgasm rips through me so intensely that I nearly black out.
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��Open your eyes, Casey. I want you to look at me while I fill you with my son.” My walls respond to his command by dragging his come from his balls deep inside, making sure I get pregnant. He raises up, grasping my hips, his thumbs in the little curve of my pelvis and thrusts in and out until he freezes, and I feel the last of his come hit my soul.
My eyes focus on where we’re connected. I see his defined V at the apex of his torso and how the tiny splattering of dark hair trails down to match mine. We’re both neatly trimmed and fit so perfectly that I smile because I’m hooked on Owen Parker.
He pulls out of me, making a mess. He doesn’t move though. Instead, Owen grabs his chin with his arms across his chest like he’s really thinking.
“Something catch your interest?” I question.
“I’m thinking these sheets need to be burned. Your pussy has been all over them. When the laundry handles them, they’ll be touching what’s mine.”
“We can just start them on fire.”
“No we can’t, but I sure as fuck can wash them first. Go get in the shower.”
“Yes, sir.” I roll my eyes at him. Then I see some of his come on the sheets, and I get what he means. My ass became completely territorial. The bitches would love to get some of him. I saw the way women looked at him while we were walking. He’s mine. I pick up the sheet myself and carry it to the shower with me. The man has officially made me crazy.
“I’m going nuts,” I mutter after getting out of the shower.
“At least we’re going nuts together,” he chuckles. “I’ll pack your shit because we’re going home together.”
“You know that I have to go back home, right?”
“You mean to go back to Texas to finish school? Yes. Home is with me, honey.” Fuck, how can he do that to me? I love him, and I know it. How is this going to work? Two months of torture.
I’m privately dying inside.
