by Jill Sanders
He pinned her against the wall next to the door and kissed her until he was breathless as well. Her hands went into his hair, holding him to her as they quickly explored each other. Finally, he pulled away and grabbed the keys from her. “Hurry,” she said as he slid the key into the lock and opened her front door.
Then she was pushing him against the wall, using her hands to pull off his shirt and loosen his jeans. His fingers wouldn’t work fast enough as he fumbled and pulled off her clothes. When their clothes were on the floor, she pulled him down the hall towards her bedroom.
They made it to the room just as the last piece of clothing hit the floor. She laughed and pulled away, walking slowly over to the bed. Her hair was a mess from his hands, her eyes looked heated, and he’d never seen her look more beautiful than right now.
She lifted a finger and wiggled it towards him. “Come and get me.” Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip and he couldn’t stop himself from moving towards her.
When he reached her, she pulled his hands together in one of hers, holding them away from her body. “Oh, no. This time, I want complete control.” She motioned for him to step closer, still lightly holding his hands.
“Anything you want.” He looked into her eyes, and part of him believed he would give her just that. Anything.
A smile flashed on her lips quickly and then was gone as her eyes heated even more. “Lie back.” She motioned towards the bed. He positioned himself with his hands resting behind his head.
“I’m ready.” He smiled, watching her eyes zero in on his erection. He was, indeed, ready. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips again, causing him to moan.
Then she was sliding up on the bed, her thighs wrapped around his hips as she hovered above him, looking down at his face.
“Stay still.” She leaned down and placed a kiss along his collarbone. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her exploring him. Her fingers ran over his arms and chest, followed closely by her mouth and tongue. When she reached his navel, he held his breath as her fingers lowered and grasped him lightly. He moaned as she explored his length slowly. When her head dipped down, and she took him fully into her mouth, his hands went into her hair, holding her.
“Utt, utt.” She tsked and shook her head, pulling back until she looked at him. “Hands behind your head.” She smiled.
“Yes, ma’am.” He moved his hands back, knowing it was going to kill him not to touch her. She waited until he was settled again before dipping her head back down to finish her task. He’d never been dominated so wonderfully before. She used her mouth and fingers to guide him to the brink of losing control. She must have felt him on the edge, because she sat up, quickly pulled a condom from her nightstand, and rolled it on him. Then she climbed up, her knees on either side of his hips as she sank down slowly onto him. His hands went to her hips, holding her still as he felt her inner muscles clamp around his arousal.
When he looked up at her, her eyes were closed. Her head was thrown back as she moaned with pleasure.
“More,” he said, digging his fingers into her soft skin to get her to move on him. Her hips moved slightly, rotating with her pleasure as she began to move over him.
His mind, his body, every part of him focused on not losing control, giving her pleasure before taking his own. He reached up and ran his fingertips down her sensitive skin until he felt her speed pick up. When he reached the sensitive spot between her legs, he felt her stiffen around him as she cried out his name.
She melted down on top of him. Using his hips, he twisted until she was underneath him. He looked down at her face; her eyes were closed and her sweet mouth was slightly opened. Remembering how it felt wrapped around his cock, he flexed his back, sliding deeper into her wetness.
“Again,” he growled. “I’ll have that again.”
Her eyes blinked open, and he saw that they were clouded with desire. When his speed picked up, he watched her face flush and her eyes heat as her nails bit into his shoulders. Their breath was labored as they lost themselves together.
Cassey stood in her shower and let the hot water soothe her sore muscles. She’d expected that by controlling the situation, she would have kept him at a distance. Instead, it had allowed him to get further into her head.
She’d never meant for this relationship to be anything other than physical. She couldn’t afford to let it. After all, his family was trying to take everything she’d ever worked for. No one was ever going to make her feel inferior again. She had spent so much time training herself not to feel useless. Not that he made her feel that way, just a little frustrated. She was still unsure of Luke’s real intentions. She was enjoying the physical aspects of their relationship. Who wouldn’t? But underneath it all, there were always questions about his real motives.
She believed him when he talked about his family, but she knew that wouldn’t stop him from fulfilling a family obligation. Especially when it meant his whole future. Knowing she had only a while longer to enjoy being with him, she was determined to make the most of every second she had. She really was enjoying playing the game.
She sighed, remembering what they had just done, and reached for the shampoo just as the shower door opened. She stopped herself from screaming, just barely.
He laughed and stood there naked, looking at her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t.” She knew it was ridiculous, but her chin went up in defense.
He laughed again as he stepped into the shower and shut the glass door. “I bet you’ve watched Psycho too many times.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Who hasn’t?”
He laughed again, taking some shampoo and dumping it on her head. Using his fingertips, he started massaging her scalp. Her eyes closed and her entire body went lax. This was her one weakness.
“You like that, huh?” she heard him whisper next to her ear, causing goose bumps to rise up on her body.
She nodded. “Hmmm, yes.”
“Here…” He took her hands and placed them on the shelf in her shower. “Hold on.” Using his hands, he moved her closer to the wall, allowing himself more room behind her.
Her eyes closed as she leaned forward. The water dripped over her shoulders and down her back as he ran his soapy hands down the same path. Finally, his fingers touched her sensitive skin, sending a shock wave up her body until her fingertips felt numb.
He squeezed some more soap into his hand and ran it lightly over her curls until she heard the slick sound of soap mixed with her arousal.
She felt him slide slowly into her until he was so deep that she felt his every heartbeat. She moaned as his hands ran over her breasts, and he used his fingers to pinch her nipples slightly. She felt herself building, her toes curling as her legs started shaking.
“Go ahead,” he whispered next to her ear. “Let go.”
She couldn’t have stopped herself if she’d wanted to. His warm mouth was next to her skin as she cried out and gripped the shelf so tight, her fingers turned white.
Chapter Seven
It was just past one when they climbed back up the stairs to her apartment. It had taken him three Cokes just to keep his eyes open until closing time. Cassey, on the other hand, looked like she’d just woken up.
“I still don’t know how you do it.” He shook his head as they walked into her apartment, his overnight bag tossed over his shoulder.
She laughed. “Years of practice. I’ve been living this schedule since the year before I graduated high school.” She walked over and opened the glass doors that led to her patio.
The rain had started to fall almost an hour ago, which had caused the club to fill up as everyone rushed to get off the boardwalk. He tossed his bag down on her bed and walked over behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he watched as the sky lit up with lightning.
She sighed and rested back into his chest. “I always love fall around here. The crazy storms, the cooler weather.” She sighed ag
ain.
“I bet it doesn’t hurt that things slow down a little either.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. “That, too.” She leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. “You look beat. I’m glad you decided to stay here tonight instead of going back to your hotel.”
He smiled down at her. “Me, too. Plus, we still have our date tomorrow. Remember?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”
He had the feeling she was hiding something from him. The statement didn’t reach her eyes, and for a split second, he thought she was lying. But then she was pulling him towards her bed and removing his clothes, and he forgot all about the look she’d given him.
The next day they walked hand in hand along the boardwalk. She was taking him to a local place for breakfast. She wore a pair of light-colored pants and a cream-colored top with a light jacket on. The rain had stopped just before sunrise, and he could tell it was going to be warm enough today that they could really enjoy themselves.
“Here we are.” She stopped in front of a small breakfast place. The red and white stripes on the awnings and the black-and-white tiled floors, made the place look vintage. They walked in and sat on the bar stools, and she ordered two cinnamon rolls and two cups of coffee.
He watched her chat with one of the owners as she drank her coffee and waited for a fresh batch of rolls from the oven. She looked comfortable here, chatting among the locals.
When some local kids came walking in just after they had been served, she walked over to them and scolded them for not being at school already. He almost laughed at how motherly she was towards them. She knew each kid by name and even talked to them about sports.
Finally, the kids took their breakfast to go and promised that they were heading to school. Cassey looked relieved when she sat back down to finish her roll.
“What was that all about?” he asked, trying to figure her out.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Bobby is a good kid.”
He waited and when she didn’t finish, he asked, “And why do you have such an interest in whether he’s at school or not?”
She laughed. “Because he’s a handful, and he’s one of my brother’s kids.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t know you had a nephew.” He turned to watch the kid walk down the boardwalk.
“No,” she chuckled. “I don’t. My brother runs a halfway house of sorts. Kind of like my parents did, but on a larger scale.” She nibbled on the last bite of her roll. He had finished his already and was trying not to order another one. Instead, he sipped his coffee and dreamed about another roll.
“Which brother?”
“Roman. He bought an old house in downtown Spring Haven, right off the bay. Marcus, Cole, and he rebuilt the place shortly after high school. Then”—she shrugged her shoulders—“he started taking kids in.”
He shook his head. “Isn’t there a lot to that kind of thing?”
She laughed. “You have no idea what he had to go through the first two years. Ready?” She stood up and waved bye to her friends.
“Sure.” He took out his wallet to pay, but she shook her head.
“Not around here.” She smiled and nodded. “Alfred and Marvin will be upset if you pay for anything.”
“Alfred and Marvin?”
“The owners. It’s a standing rule on the boardwalk between us owners.”
“Seriously?” He stopped walking just outside the door and looked down at her. “You don’t charge anyone and they don’t charge you?”
She smiled and nodded. “We’re a family. You don’t charge family.”
She took his hand as they started walking up the boardwalk. When they reached the railing, she leaned against it and closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I love it here.” She spun around, resting her back against the railing as she looked at him. “There is always something to do, people to watch.” She nodded to an old couple passing them. They were dressed in matching bright red shirts and shorts. Cassey smiled and waved to them. “So, what do you want to do?”
He looked down at her and smiled. When she saw the look in his eyes, she chuckled. “We can do that again later. I mean what do you want to see along the boardwalk first?”
“It’s your neighborhood. What do you want to show me?”
She grabbed his arm and started pulling him down the walk, a smile playing on the edge of her lips. “I know where we’ll go first. You’ll love it.” He followed her willingly down the walk. She entered a large blue building with a sign that said “Boardwalk Arcade” in neon above the door.
He stopped her just inside the doors and smiled down at her. “Really? An arcade?”
She laughed. “It’s much more than just an arcade. Come on.” She tugged his arm again.
Three hours later, he was not only exhausted, but starving again. She’d run him through the laser tag arena three times, each time kicking his butt until finally he’d caved and asked if they could try the go-carts outside. He was proud when he’d lapped her small red go-cart, and he’d finally beat her at something. He’d convinced her to run another round, this time on the slick track where he annihilated her once again.
They played a round of miniature golf and tied, then went inside to order a slice of pizza and a Coke. They ate at a large picnic table outside under an awning, and he couldn’t remember ever having this much fun on a first date.
They laughed and joked with each other over the pizza, and then she pulled him into the arcade again. They won enough tickets between them to get a large stuffed dog, which she carried down the boardwalk proudly.
By the time they walked through the doors of her place, his mind was made up. He was going to tell his father next time he saw him that his new scheme wouldn’t work and, more important, he would have nothing to do with it.
When Cassey walked into her place with the large, stuffed dog on her hip, she couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t deny it, even to herself; she’d just had the best day since…well, since she could remember.
Being with Luke was easy, almost too easy, but she wasn’t going to think about that just yet. The place was pretty empty, which was to be expected on an out-of-season Monday. But it was even more empty than she’d come to expect. She wasn’t too worried since her brothers weren’t expecting anything extra from her for a while. Still, it would have been nice to pay the bank the extra she’d gotten used to paying. If she could have stuck to her plans, she would have had them paid off in less than five years. Now, however, she was looking at adding at least a few months to that.
“I hope you aren’t planning on skipping out on me for dinner,” he said next to her ear, causing little bumps to rise down her neck.
Shaking her head, she turned back and smiled at him. She found herself doing that more often around him, and it was almost becoming natural. There had been few other men in her life that had made her smile this much—her brothers, an occasional boyfriend—but no one had ever made her feel this young. Even as a kid, she hadn’t felt this carefree.
“I just want to shower and change first,” she said, waving to Wendy as they walked by.
“A shower sounds good.” The way he said it had her mind whirling and heat spreading throughout her entire body.
She stopped on the first step and turned to him. “Maybe I’ll let you wash my back, again.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he leaned up and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“Mmm.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. She felt his desire pressing against her hip, and her pulse jumped at the thought of him inside her.
Smiling, she turned and rushed up the stairs, holding his hand and pulling him along quickly.
After the shared shower and some very steamy sex, Luke left her alone in the bathroom to get ready for dinner. For the first time that day, she had a moment to herself.
Her mind played over the time spent with him in th
e last few days. Maybe she was building him up to be something bigger than he was in her mind. She tried to be as rational as she could, remembering how he’d treated her, how she was around him. She kept coming back to the fact that all she could think about was spending more time with him.
By the time she was dressed and ready for an evening out, she was determined to enjoy the time she had with him, no matter what.
He surprised her by walking her to his car, an older model classic, which he said he’d rebuilt with a buddy of his a few years back. When she sat on the leather seats, she felt like she was riding in a new car instead of one built in the early sixties.
She hadn’t planned on him driving towards Emerald Beach, or on them going to Crystal Shores for dinner. She’d never been to his family’s hotel before, nor had she ever been to a restaurant quite this fancy before. She felt a little out of her element when the maître d’ looked her over as they walked in.
“Good evening, Mr. Callaway,” the man said with a slight accent. “I trust your drive was pleasant.”
“Yes, thank you, Andre.” Luke took hold of her hand as they followed the man to a secluded table near the bay windows.
After they were seated, Luke ordered some wine and they were left alone to look over the menus. She set hers down and looked across the table at Luke.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking me here?” She noticed how comfortable he looked sitting in a room that, to her, felt stuffy and made her feel under-dressed.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t think it would really matter.” She could see that he was telling the truth. To him, this was just another place to dine. To her it felt like sleeping with the enemy. Then again—she chuckled a little—she really was sleeping with the enemy. It didn’t really matter either way; she was going to enjoy the rest of their night together.
“So, tell me what’s good to eat here,” she said, picking up her menu again and looking over it. She tried not to gasp when she noticed the prices. She could just imagine how empty her place would be if her prices were this high.
