Bad Boy Secrets

by Seraphina Donavan

  Without any shame or hesitation, Cass stripped out of her sweaty clothes, letting the tank top fall to the floor along with the sports bra that she’d worn beneath, next came the very abbreviated shorts she’d worn for her work out. Naked, she stepped into the shower and turned on the taps. She didn’t say anything, even though she could feel Reed’s eyes on her, taking in every dip and curve of her generous figure. She wasn’t skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but she loved her body. The exaggerated hour glass was the one thing she’d inherited from Rowena that she was actually thankful for. She intended to take much better care of it too, she thought, remembering the leathery skin and too thin limbs.

  Pushing that thought aside, she turned to Reed, “Afraid of getting wet?”

  “No.... just enjoying the show. It’s a hell of a view.”

  Beneath the spray of warm water, Cass cupped her breasts, her manicured fingertips sliding over her peaked nipples. “It’s better up close.”

  Reed tugged his t-shirt over his head and then hastily unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, shoving the denim down his legs quickly. He wore nothing beneath them and his cock was already hard. A shiver of anticipation swept through Cass as she watched him move towards her, naked and powerful.

  When he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain around them, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. Reaching for the bar of sweetly scented soap, she pressed it into his hands, “Let’s get clean so we can get dirty all over again.”

  Reed took the soap from her and pressed her back against the wall. The warm water sluiced over her skin, painting a path of rivulets over every luscious inch of her. With deliberation, he began to move the soap over her skin in a gentle, teasing motion. Her rib cage, the soft mound of her belly, the dip of her waist and flare of her hips--he touched her everywhere except for the places where she longed to feel his hands. Her frustration was written plainly on her face. She clutched at his shoulders and her teeth tugged at her full bottom lip as she tried to keep from making demands or pleas.

  With his hands gliding freely over her soapy skin, he moved so that the back of his hands brushed the undersides of her breast. It was a fleeting caress, just enough to ratchet her desire to the next level. Pressing his mouth against her neck, his teeth scraping the delicate spot just below her ear, he whispered, “All you have to do is ask me, Cass... I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you tell me what it is.”

  “You are driving me crazy,” she gasped, as he nipped her collar bone.

  “Just say the words, Cass.”

  “I want your hands on my breasts,” she added, her teeth clenched.

  Reed smiled as he did her bidding, cupping the soft mounds in his palms, pressing against her puckered nipples as he kneaded them. “Is that all?” he prompted.

  “You just get off on hearing me talk dirty,” she accused.

  “Yes, I do,” he responded.

  “Fine! You want dirty, I’ll give it to you. Pinch my nipples...”

  Reed’s cock twitched as he took her distended nipples between his fingers, plucking at the hardened buds until she shuddered and gasped. When she moaned his name it was all he could do not to just sink into her right there. But he wanted Cass to be certain, and he needed to be certain himself that everything he did was what she truly desired. When her back arched away from the shower wall, her head falling back and her breasts thrusting forward, he couldn’t resist a taste. Dipping his head, he took one taut peak into his mouth, scoring it lightly with his teeth before suckling deeply. Her hands speared into his hair, pulling him closer, pressing deeper into his mouth.

  “Oh, god! Reed! Yes!” she cried out breathlessly. “More!”

  “Be very specific, Cass. Nothing else happens unless you ask for it.”

  “Fuck me, Reed. I need to feel your cock inside me,” she pleaded.

  There had never been an invitation he craved more. Pressing her against the wall, he hooked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her. He pinned her there with his body, his cock nestling against her moist slit. Parting her legs further, pressing her knees back towards the wall, her body opened to him. His cock slid between the honeyed folds, pressing against her entrance. A flex of his hips and he was burrowing into her warmth, the sheath of her sex clasping his cock as moved deeper inside her.

  Cass felt the tension building in her. How was it possible that he could make her so hot so quickly? Feeling her body stretch to accommodate him, to take the hard length of his cock penetrating her, it was all she could do to draw breath. Every fraction of an inch that he moved inside her was a maelstrom of pleasure. It was as if their bodies had been made to fit perfectly together. When he was fully seated inside her, her knees splayed wide and pinned by his strong hands, his upper body pressing hers to the cool tile behind her, she began to clench her muscles rhythmically. With deliberate flexing of the walls of her sex, she massaged his cock, pulling him deeper, squeezing him tightly and then letting go, only to claim him once again. Her own body responded with equal ardor. Her clit throbbed where there bodies joined together. She was hovering on the brink.

  “Christ,” he said, “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but I’ve never felt anything like it!”

  “Oh, I’ve got skills you’ve never even dreamed of,” she said.

  Pushed to the limit of what he could endure, Reed took over. He began to thrust his hips, his cock pistoning into her. Again and again, he thrust into her wet sheath, their bodies slapping together until they were both gasping. Cass’ nails sank into his shoulders, that bite of pain sparking a primitive response in him. He slammed into her harder, fusing his lips to hers as she shuddered around him. The fluttering walls of her pussy around his cock drove him over the edge, and he erupted inside her, spilling himself deep into her welcoming heat.

  By the time they managed to climb out of the shower, they were both clean, but the water had long since grown cold. Reed glanced at the bed, covered in floral damask. It would be the girliest bed he’d ever slept in by far, assuming he was invited to stay. Tugging Cass into his arms, he kissed her. It wasn’t a hungry kiss, but there was still heat to it. “Am I staying or going?” he asked.

  “What do you want to do?” she asked. She didn’t want to come off as needy, even though she desperately wanted him to stay. The idea of sleeping in his arms, of waking up next to him, appealed to her far more than it should have.

  Wanting to keep it light, he asked thoughtfully, “Do you have bacon?”

  Cass rolled her eyes heavenward, “That is the deciding factor in whether or not you spend the night.... not if we’re going to have sex again, or if it will too intimate, but do I have bacon?”

  Reed shrugged. “We’ve been buck ass naked together, and I’ve been balls deep inside you. How the hell can sleeping be any more intimate than that? Besides, breakfast,” he said, tugging back the covers and climbing between the pink sheets, “Is the most important meal of the day. A man’s got to keep up his strength when tangling with a demanding hellcat like you.”

  Cass looked at him, dark and swarthy and impossibly male, as he reclined on her pink sheets. His dark hair appeared inky black against the floral pillows. He was simply the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Fine, I have bacon. But you’re cooking.”

  Reed laughed, “Maybe we’ll go out for breakfast.”

  Panic caused her breath to seize in her lungs, “No! We can’t.”

  “What the hell is the matter, Cass?”

  Cass pulled back the sheets and slid naked into bed beside him. “If we go out to breakfast, you idiot, people will assume we spent the night together.”

  “Which we are going to, unless you plan to kick me out now.”

  Cass shook her head at his naivety. “I’m not going to kick you out. The staying is fine. The people knowing isn’t. This is a small town, Reed, and you and I represent very different parts of the populace. If people here knew we were together like this, it could ruin you.”

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p; “You don’t really believe that, do you? It’s not the 1950’s, Cass. Even Gresham County has to move forward sometime.”

  Cass looked him straight in the eye, “I’m not kidding about this, Reed. I’ll work for you. We can carry on behind closed doors all you want. But we are not going to be seen together. I am not going to be responsible for ruining your chances to succeed here.”

  Reed didn’t like it. He hated it in fact, but Cass was hardheaded and convincing her otherwise would take time. Rather than start a fight he couldn’t win, he gave her a brief nod. “Fine, I’ll cook breakfast in the morning.”

  Cass sighed with relief and settled down to sleep, resting her head on his chest and feeling that for the first time in a long time, things were looking up.

  CHAPTER THREE Reed exited the courtroom feeling vaguely disgusted by the deals that had been struck. In small towns, specializing in only one brand of law wasn’t really an option, and criminal cases were few and far between, unless one counted the petty variety. But of late, he felt like he’d been drawing the worst of the lot. Shaking off that thought, he glanced at his watch, noting that it was still shy of four o’clock which meant Cass would still be in the office when he got there. He smiled, thinking about convincing her to get naked on his desk again. Cass Blakely was quickly becoming an addiction and he was more than fine with that.

  Stepping out onto the front porch of the courthouse, Reed hadn’t quite reached the steps when a familiar raspy voice called out to him. He turned to see Rowena leaning against one of the large white pillars bearing a no smoking sign, a lit cigarette dangling from between her lips.

  “Good afternoon, counselor.”

  “Ms. Blakely,” he replied evenly.

  Rowena let out a rusty cackle, “Ha! Considering how intimately you and my daughter know one another, that’s a bit formal between us, wouldn’t you say?”

  Reed felt the anger bubbling up inside him, but he didn’t take the bait. Rowena hadn’t been a mother to Cass. She’d been a drunken disaster, bringing in one predatory man after the next. He could remember one incident in particular. Cass couldn’t have been more than eleven or twelve to his fifteen. A hairy, drunken sot wearing nothing but boxer shorts and sporting a hard on had stumbled out of their trailer shouting for Cass to stop hiding, to come on back home because he’d just been teasing her. A muffled sob had caught his attention and he’d turned to see Cass hiding behind a paw-paw tree growing near their porch. It hadn’t taken a genius to figure out what had nearly happened. It had been his mother, though, who had come to the rescue. She’d marched out onto the porch with her shotgun trained right on him and had told him he’d either leave willingly, or with an extra hole or two for his trouble.

  “I wouldn’t say your relationship with your daughter, or lack thereof, has any bearing on how I choose to address you.”

  “So proper... always, so proper. Just like your Mama! Your daddy wasn’t that proper. He might have worked two jobs, but when the weekend rolled around, Lan Harrison knew how to party,” she said suggestively.

  “What do you want?” he said.

  “Just a little cash to tide me over... Being a big shot lawyer, I’d say you’ve got a nice little nest egg building up.”

  “I’m not giving you money, Rowena.”

  She walked closer to him, staying on the step above him so that they were nose to nose. “I wasn’t really asking, Mr. Harrison. This is how it’s going to be... You are going to give me five grand, and I’m not going to tell everyone in town that you’re fucking the bastard daughter of the man who killed your daddy.”

  Reed felt like he’d taken a sucker punch to the gut, but he didn’t show it. “I’m not giving you a damn cent, and everyone in this town knows that you don’t have a clue who Cass’ father is.”

  Rowena smiled, “I’m gonna give you a day or two to think about it. In the meantime, you check out his Mama’s will... It’s filed in your office, right along with everything else Thacker Milhouse ever did. You just look and see if my ungrateful bitch of a daughter isn’t listed as one of the heirs.”

  Reed watched her walk away, his gut churning. The accident that had taken his father’s life had happened so long ago that it was barely a faded memory for him. But the name of the drunk driver who had run him off the road, Parker Remington, was forever burned into his mind. One court battle after another of trying to get the insurance companies to settle up, of hearing that name that was the root of all their troubles over and over again, had taken up most of his childhood. Walking over to one of the small benches, he tried to gather his thoughts. It didn’t change anything about how he felt about Cass. Hell, she didn’t even know her father’s name. She was as much a victim as the rest of them. The Remingtons were loaded, and she’d been growing up in a rusted out trailer, fending off the drunken advances of her mother’s boyfriends du jour. If it was true, and Remington was her father, then Cass was also going to inherit a sizable fortune, something that Rowena would undoubtedly be eager to get her hands on.

  Reed rose and crossed Main Street, taking the stairs to his office two at a time. When he opened the door and stepped inside, his heart leapt into his throat. Cass was perched on top of a ladder, standing on her tiptoes, cleaning the fanlights over the windows.

  “I’ll be right with you,” she called out, never looking behind her.

  “Cass, you get your ass down from there right now,” he said, trying to remain calm.

  She glanced over her shoulder, the ladder wobbling precariously. “I’ve just got this one to finish, Reed. I don’t think these windows have been cleaned since they were installed!”

  He prayed for strength not to strangle her on the spot. “I don’t pay you to do windows, Cass. I pay you to answer the damn phone. Get down before you brake your neck!” He saw her stiffen, the harsh set of her jaw, her shoulders drawn back. He’d pissed her off, but at that moment, he didn’t much care.

  Climbing down the ladder, Cass turned to face him and immediately poked her finger into the center of his chest. “I may work for you, Reed Harrison, but don’t you ever talk to me that way!”

  Reed had been pushed about as far as he could be that day. He grasped her wrists, both of them in one of his hands and backed her towards the wall. “Then don’t do stupid ass, bullheaded things, like climbing to the top of an eight foot ladder in an old building with uneven floor boards when you’re all by your damned self.”

  “I’m warning you, Reed---”

  “And I’m warning you! If I ever catch you doing anything like that again I will turn you over my knee!”

  Cass laughed, the sound hard and derisive, “You wouldn’t dare! Reed, the perpetual boy scout!”

  Reed knew in that moment, that if he let her get away with it, he would lose her forever. Cass would never be with a man who she thought was a pushover, and he was damned tired of acting like one. It was time, he decided, to show her who was boss. He half dragged, half carried her to the small settee that had been part of the waiting room decor for decades and tumbled her across his lap, bottom up. He didn’t even try to lift her skirt, but as tight as it was, it was no impediment as his palm landed on one perfectly rounded cheek in a stinging blow.

  “Reed, so help me God, when I get up from here--” she screeched.

  “I have had just about enough attitude, Cass!” he said, punctuating the sentence with a stinging slap to her other cheek. “You walk around in skirts that ought to be illegal! You drive half the men in this town crazy with lust and then laugh in their faces! Hell, you had me panting after you for years!”

  Each blow that landed on her behind had Cass squirming. She would have died before admitting that it wasn’t pain but something else. Yes, it stung, but it was having other effects, as well. The feel of his hand on her bottom, of his hard thighs pressing against her, it was driving her crazy. In all, the spanking didn’t last long, no more than a minute or two. When Reed shoved her off his lap, her knees trembled, but his hands gripped her hips t
ightly and steadied her.

  “Take that skirt off, Cass, or I’m ripping it off you.”

  Cass didn’t question and didn’t hesitate. Reed’s jaw was clenched and his gaze on her was blazing hot. With trembling fingers she slid the zipper down and released the clasp. As she shimmied her hips to take it off, she heard him growl, low and deep. It was possibly the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. When the skirt dropped, the cool air from the vent brushed over the heated skin of her bottom and she shivered. Reaching for the hem of her blouse, she tugged it up and over her head, until she stood before him wearing nothing but an ivory, lace bra and matching thong. As he moved toward her, even though she wanted him, Cass took an involuntary step back. There was something in Reed that she’d never seen before, something dark and a little dangerous. It excited her, but frightened her, as well. This was not a man she would manage and then walk away from.

  Reed watched her step back and a satisfied smirk tilted the corner of his lips. With every step forward, she took one back until she hit the wall and there was nowhere left to go. He didn’t stop until he was standing only a breath from her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the hard peaks of her nipples apparent even through the heavy fabric of his suit jacket. “I’m not a boy scout, Cass. You push me and you’ll find out just how little you really know about me.”

  Cass shivered. It wasn’t just fear, though there was a healthy dose of it. Reed was not the man she had thought he would be. She was overwhelmed with the perverse need to know just how far he would go, to dig into the darkness that she had just glimpsed in him. Tilting her head back, shoulders squared and chin forward, she said, “I don’t think so. I think you’re all talk, Reed.”