Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men)

by Sam Crescent

  “Were you there when Blaze Junior was born?”

  “No. Francesca wanted a C-section, and she got one. That whole too posh to push theory.”

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

  Blaze shrugged. “This is part of the reason I didn’t get to have you. I love my son, but sometimes I used to wonder what it would have been like if I told Francesca to shove it.”

  “Why would you have done that?” The truths coming out of his mouth were shocking her. She thought he’d wanted Francesca back then. That she’d been a pity fuck. Never had she thought she’d be a consolation, a memory to take with him into hell.

  “Because I’d have had you. You came into my office that night after that bitch phoned me. I thought it was a stupid sign. A way out. You looked so beautiful, and I’d wanted you for the entire year. I loved your smile and kind face. Then came the news I’d fucked up. The condom had broken when I was too drunk to notice.” He laughed, and she heard the bitter edge to the sound.

  “I thought I was a pity fuck,” she said to him.

  He looked at her with sad eyes. “You were never a pity fuck to me, Cassie. You know when you came to tell me about that phone call? I’d been talking with my brother about you. He knew back then how much I wanted you, and that night I’d decided I was going to make my move. I didn’t care about being the boss. And then she phoned, and my world was fucked. No. That night in the office I got to taste what I could have had. That night has been the only thing keeping me going. Thinking about seeing you again and holding you in my arms. That’s what I wanted.”

  Cassie’s heart broke. All this time she’d thought wrong. Blaze had seen her in a different light. A tear broke from her eye, and he looked like he wanted to cry. “Please don’t cry,” he asked. “I hate to see your tears.”

  “These are tears of happiness. You don’t understand what you’ve just given me.” Cassie flung herself across the bath tub and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him with a huge smile on her face. He held onto her as she slipped from all of the bubbles.

  “Maybe I should tell you my feelings more often,” he said.

  “Yes. Don’t keep anything back.”

  She moaned and cupped his face between her hands. Cassie stared at his face and absorbed every feature and line of his face.

  “Never.” He brushed her hair over one shoulder.

  “I think we need to get out of this water.”

  In the time it had taken for Blaze to talk the water around them had grown cold.

  Cassie squealed as he lifted her up out of the water. She clung to him when he climbed out of the bath.

  “Don’t drop me,” she said and held on tighter.

  “I wouldn’t drop you for the world.” Blaze carried her through to the bedroom and with her still nice and wet he placed her in the centre of his silk sheets.

  “These will be ruined.”

  “I don’t intend to keep them, and I promised myself when I got you on my bed I’d eat this pussy in the light for me to see.” He knelt between her legs, his hands going to the top of her thighs and splaying her open.

  Cassie wasn’t conscious of her body anymore. The weight of all the insecurities had been lifted in his admission. The strangest and most bizarre feeling settled over her. Blaze admitting she hadn’t been a pity fuck had opened her world and mind to that night.

  “I’m yours,” she said.

  Blaze got a wicked gleam in his eye, and Cassie couldn’t do anything but hold her breath as he lowered his head.

  She cried out at the first swipe of his tongue through her creaming wet slit. Her fingers clenched in the silk sheet. He didn’t have anything for her to hold onto. Cassie gasped when his fingers played around her entrance. She held her breath as one thick finger thrust inside her followed by a second. His tongue tortured her swollen aching clit.

  Her eyes closed.

  “Yes, lick me,” she panted.

  A third finger joined the other two, stretching her pussy. He made a scissor action inside her. Cassie moved her hips with the thrusting of his hand, his tongue speeding up and slowing down every time she grew closer to the peak. Cum was leaking out of her, and she felt it as it dribbled down past her ass.

  She moaned at the forbidden pleasure hidden there.

  Her eyes opened when what felt like a thumb was pressed against the tight hole.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, scared and excited. No man had ever touched her ass before, never so intimately. Cassie had thought about it over the years when she’d read books and articles, but she always figured the information was far-fetched. How could anyone find pleasure in what she considered to be an out hole?

  “You ever been fucked in the ass?”

  “Nooo,” she said drawing out the word.

  “How about I give you a little taster?” he said. “Trust me.”

  She hated those words. If she refused, it would show she didn’t trust him. To say yes what would that make her? A slut? A woman?

  She was thinking too much.

  Cassie lay back and submitted to whatever he wanted to do to her body. His tongue began flicking her clit, and within moments she forgot about being tense and the decision he was making and let go. Her cunt was filled, her clit getting attention.

  Oh sweet mother of god.

  His thumb pushed past those tight rings of muscles. Cassie couldn’t tense up even if she wanted to. The pleasure and the burn turned into the most exquisite taste of torture she’d ever participated in. She wanted more, to be filled by more than a thumb. Would he ever stick his cock in her?

  Nothing mattered. His thumb was matching the thrusts of his fingers, and his tongue danced over her clit. A trio of ecstasy. Cassie couldn’t control herself.

  The orgasm surged up, tumbling over her, unexpected but so fucking great.

  She screamed, her hips and pelvis pushing up and back trying to take his fingers and his thumb at the same time.

  Her cum pulsed from her body soaking his hands and the sheets. Cassie knew she’d come loads. The pleasure didn’t cease until she passed out on the bed, a deep sleep consuming her.

  ****

  There was no greater satisfaction than knowing you’d sent your woman into a deep sleep. Cassie would wake in the morning. What with the time on the beach, the long day together, and the dual penetration she’d experienced, his woman was pooped.

  He pulled out of her body, carefully, to make sure he didn’t wake or disturb her, and went to the bathroom to wash up and grab a cloth.

  He brought a cool damp cloth and cleaned between her legs and ass. The coolness would do her good. She’d be sore in the morning if he didn’t help her. Instead of moving her, he found the extra blankets and draped them over her body. Blaze got in beside her. He held Cassie in his arms and thought about that night three years ago. Not about Francesca, but about what he’d said in the bathroom when he’d been talking to Chris. Cassie didn’t know she’d had an impact on him long before the night of the Christmas party. The memories were as clear to him as if it had happened yesterday.

  ****

  Blaze Sinclair kept glancing in the direction of the sexy receptionist in his building. No matter where he went, he constantly tried to find her. Before he’d hired her earlier in the year, he would hide and come through the back exit. But now he made the effort to come round to the front of the building and speak to her before he started his day. Her cheery smile and friendly personality started his work day off, with a hard cock and pleasant thoughts.

  He walked away from the employee he’d fired – for incompetence and misuse of company funds – and watched Cassie as she twirled and danced around his reception area. She was decorating and making it sparkle for the Christmas party. She really livened this place up. Everyone he knew spoke highly of her, even his business colleagues, who liked to see a smiling face when they came to visit Sinclairs’ main building.

  “You’re drooling.” Blaze turned to see his brother, Chris Si
nclair approach.

  Blaze smiled. “She’s worth drooling over.”

  “Only if you like them on the chunky side,” Chris said.

  “She’s not chunky. She’s a full woman.” Blaze hated it when his brother called Cassie chunky. She was delicious and fulsome. He craved to feel her softness against him, to see her delectable body naked beneath him, accepting him into her. He turned away, his cock hardening and making it uncomfortable for him in the tight trousers he wore.

  “Tonight you could take care of that little ache,” Chris said, obviously knowing exactly why Blaze had turned away.

  “She’s an employee. I’d never put her into a position like that.” Blaze was firm. No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t abuse his position as her boss to take what he wanted. She deserved better than to be manipulated.

  “Well, it’s always a thought. It’s Christmas after all.” Chris’s final words echoed around his head.

  It was Christmas, but could he use Cassie like that? There would be no way for any type of relationship to continue after a brief affair. Blaze didn’t want to make any encounter between himself and Cassie feel sordid.

  He was really getting ahead of himself. He didn’t even know if Cassie wanted him. For all he knew the little smile and looks she gave him were all about her being friendly to the owner of the building she worked in.

  Blaze shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. He needed to get Cassie out of his head. Sometimes she was the only thing he could think about. All the women he’d had brief affairs with would be laughing at him now. The first woman to ever take his attention away from his work and he didn’t even know if Cassie was interested in him.

  Blaze’s whole body came to attention as he turned looking into the laughing green eyes of his receptionist.

  “Thank you, Cassie. Who is it?” He loved hearing the calm sounds of her voice.

  “A woman, she said just to get you.” Cassie smiled, twirling a piece of tinsel through her fingers.

  “Thank you.” He went to walk toward the phone when a thought came to him. “Will you be at the Christmas party, Cassie?”

  “I have to be. I was told it is part of being the receptionist’s job.”

  “Good.” He turned away.

  It was Christmas, and you never know what could be in store or what could happen. Feeling somewhat happier Blaze lifted the phone giving a cheery, “Hello.”

  “Hiya, baby. Merry Christmas.” The sultry voice speaking over the line instantly turned his good mood sour.

  “What do you want, Francesca?” He rubbed his eyes, feeling tired.

  ****

  He pulled out of the memory. He didn’t like what came next. Cassie sighed against him, and he worked an arm under her head.

  Never before had he considered second chances. Cassie had given him one, and he intended to prove to her he was worth the risk.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Blaze woke up the following morning and spent a good hour watching Cassie sleep. He had it bad. At one point last night he’d thought she’d admit she was in love with him. Sadly, it wasn’t supposed to be.

  Shaking his head, he got out of bed. He put on a dressing gown and went to check on his son. His bed was neatly tidied, and he knew Molly had beaten him to it.

  The house was silent, and he made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. Chris sat at the table looking through a paper while Trent, John and Luke were sat at the other end eating cereal.

  “Did Molly not make food today?” he asked going straight for the coffee.

  “No. She’s out back with Blaze Junior,” Trent said.

  Blaze shrugged. Molly loved his son. “Has he got her playing football?”

  “No. They’re in the pool, and dad’s watching. I think I saw him drooling. Kind of gross,” Trent said.

  Blaze nodded and glanced at all of his brothers. “None of you going to talk to me?”

  His other three brothers looked up. “What do you want us to say?” Chris asked.

  “I don’t know? ‘Good morning’.”

  Luke and John scowled at him and walked away. They did that a lot lately.

  “Seriously, our family is falling apart. Dad looks like he wants to kill someone while craving his wife. Molly is crying all the time, and because everything is going well with you, you think we should all be happy?” Trent stormed off leaving Chris.

  “Go on. Scowl at me or rant,” Blaze said.

  Chris shook his head. “Not in my style. I’m waiting for dad to realise he’s in love and for those three morons to see it happen. They don’t think he deserves her, but I think he does. Anyway, I noticed Cassie isn’t in her room. I take it everything is going well with you?”

  Blaze glared at him and took a coffee up to his room. Cassie was sitting up in bed.

  “Morning,” he said.

  “Morning,” she said.

  “I take it someone needs one of these first thing in the morning.”

  Cassie didn’t answer him, and she took the cup. Blaze smiled and watched her. He could get used to this, to a life waking up with her in his arms. For three years he’d craved her. Tonight, he’d take her out to dinner and ask her to marry him. They’d only seen each other a week, but in his heart he’d wanted her for the past three years and more.

  So much time had already been wasted. He hoped the pill she was on didn’t work. Blaze loved the thought of a baby growing inside her. Her tits would be massive.

  “What’s on the agenda for today?” she asked once she drained the coffee.

  “I was thinking we could stay in and play in the pool, and tonight I want to take you out.” Blaze leaned in and kissed her. He’d waited long enough.

  “I like the sound of that. It has to be an Italian restaurant though. I’ve had a craving for Italian food all week,” Cassie said.

  “Whatever my woman wants.”

  ****

  The Sinclair family were out by the pool. Cassie saw that in Blaze Junior’s company everyone was on their best behaviour. She noted David kept trying to corner Molly. The guy looked in seduction mode. Blaze was splashing in the pool while she sat on the edge, her feet dipping into the water.

  “You look cozy,” Chris said as he joined her.

  “I am. I’m happy. Thank you for inviting me.” She hugged her friend.

  “That’s me. My diabolical plan to set you up with my brother.” She heard his wit and knew other stuff plagued his mind.

  “I figured it out.” Cassie watched the man she loved with his son.

  “Now you’ve just got to fight to keep it. You’ve given him a second chance, so now fight to keep him the good guy,” Chris said.

  She thought about Erica. Chris was paying the price of his mistake by setting up a love match with most of the couples he encountered.

  “Why don’t you take your own advice?” she asked.

  Chris stared at her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Don’t be a dick.” She shoved him in the arm. “You fucked up with Erica. That doesn’t mean you can’t win her back.”

  Chris laughed. “I didn’t fuck up. That’s too light to put it.”

  “Do you love Erica?”

  He paused, and she saw the different emotions flittering across his face. “With all my heart.”

  “Then after today, go and find her. Make her see the new man you are and not the arsehole you use to be.”

  “Thanks for the pep talk,” he said with a laugh.

  “Any time.”

  She searched for Blaze and froze into place. He was stood with his hand barring someone from coming in. In the time it had taken for her to talk to Chris, Blaze was off and encountering a problem.

  “What the fuck is she doing here?” Cassie heard her friend say. Her thoughts were the same.

  Francesca Sinclair stood in a mini skirt, a tight, clear top, and heels. Across the lawn Cassie saw the woman’s outline. How could this person be Blaze Junior’s mother?

  Fra
ncesca’s hands were all over Blaze.

  Heart pounding in her chest, Cassie waited for them to move.

  Would Blaze get rid of her? Is this the part where she woke up and realised he’d never want her?

  How could her old insecurities be flooding her? She thought they’d been wiped out by last night.

  No such luck. She saw the woman of Blaze’s past, with her perfect hair and make-up, with her slim body and long legs. Cassie gazed down at her body in the bikini Blaze had talked her into wearing.

  She felt like an idiot. An ugly, fat idiot.

  Blaze brought her closer to the pool.

  “Francesca’s come to see her son,” he said to the group. The wind was knocked out of Cassie when he didn’t look at her.

  “He’s so modest. I’ve not only come for my son, but I’ve come to fight for our marriage.” Her fingers ran across his chest, and in an act so possessive there could be no mistake, she kissed Blaze.

  Cassie didn’t wait to see what happened next. She got up from her seat and ran through the house. Chris called after her, as did a few others. She wasn’t staying to relive her past.

  “Cassie,” Blaze called.

  He was behind her, and he spun her around to face him.

  His lips were covered in red lipstick. She slapped him across the face. Disgusted with herself, she charged up to her room.

  “Cassie, don’t do this. This isn’t what you think.”

  “What I think? I think I was a fool to give you a second chance. There’s no way I can compete with that woman. I didn’t come here to get pulled into your drama again. You promised me she was out of your life,” Cassie shouted and pulled the suitcase from under the bed. The first sun dress she found she placed over her head.

  “She’s Blaze Junior’s mother,” he said.

  Cassie stared at him a few seconds and couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Of course he’d go back to the slim, beautiful woman in a heartbeat. He’d banged the one that got away and sated himself with her and her body. He could move on now. Just like Chris had with Erica.

  “I’m leaving. This was the biggest fucking mistake of my life.” She gathered her clothes and everything she’d bought. She grabbed the stuffed teddy Blaze had won at the fair and threw it at him. No longer would she be suckered into anything. From now on, firmness was the only way to go. She could trust no one but herself.