Over the Wall

by Theolyn Boese

  Sometimes she invited him to one just to watch him have a hissy fit. Pure entertainment. She chewed down another bite.

  “So, when do you wanna move in?”

  Cass choked. “Excuse me?”

  Dar swallowed the bite of food in his mouth before replying, “I asked when you would like to move in with me.”

  She gaped at him in disbelief.

  He smiled widely at her, apparently oblivious to her dismay.

  “Grim ‑‑”

  She was interrupted by a throaty voice talking to Dar.

  “Dar, I left some things at your apartment. I’ll be by tonight to get them.” Cass twisted in her chair to look up at the owner of the voice. A tall, perfectly coiffed brunette stood behind and just to the left to Cass. Her lip twitched contemptuously as she looked down her nose at Cass. “Slumming, Dar? Or does this one like playing your little games, you pervert?”

  Cass blinked and eyed Dar speculatively, ignoring the slumming comment. She’d heard worse. Games? Dar liked games? Interesting. She smirked as his cheekbones turned a dull red. It was kind of nice to see him off balance for once, instead of her. She relaxed back in her chair and decided to just sit back and watch. It was fairly obvious that she was getting to meet The Bitch.

  She knew about each and every ex Dar had. The minute his lady of the moment stomped out of his life, he was text-messaging Cass to talk about it, and every time it was the same thing: he didn’t want to talk about the straw that broke the camel’s back.

  She had a better idea now.

  As The Bitch continued to snipe, she picked up her bread and munched.

  Dar kept shooting desperate little glances at her.

  She winked.

  He tentatively smiled back.

  “You’re not even listening!” the Bitch snarled stridently behind Cass.

  Dar sighed. He tossed his fork onto the tray and leaned back in his chair. “You aren’t saying anything new,” he said tiredly. “Come get your stuff by seven and then leave me alone. I have plans tonight and they don’t involve listening to you. You left, not me. So, drop it and move on with your life.”

  A silent minute passed before Cass felt the presence behind her leave.

  Dar watched Cass warily.

  Cass finished her lunch and washed the flavor of mushroom soup gravy out of her mouth with a long drink of iced tea. She put all the trash on one tray and the empty one under it. When she finished, she smiled at him. “I’m not moving in with you. We have been friends online for awhile, but we really don’t know each other very well.” And I don’t want to risk you seeing me shift, she added to herself silently.

  “I know you better than any of my exes,” he stated stubbornly. “We could be good together, Rikki.”

  “I know, Grim. But, we need to know each other. Trust has to be built. And I don’t want to be like the others and jump in feet first.” She stood and picked up the tray. “Let’s go. Lunch is almost over.” He trailed after her silently. “What are you doing tonight?”

  He shrugged. “Dunno. I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner, but if I don’t leave, she won’t leave, and I don’t want to hang out with her.”

  Cass slid him a sideways look. “You could come to my house and make dinner,” she invited.

  Dar smiled slowly. “I could do that.”

  Cass sweetened the pot. “I’ll even wash the dishes.”

  “Deal,” Dar said instantly. He stole a kiss before they entered the building and had to act responsibly again.

  Dar pensively watched Cass settle into her chair. There was a lot more to her than he had thought. She didn’t seem to mind his past, and he knew exactly how well she knew it. Hell, he poured his heart out to her after every breakup.

  Now he felt a little ashamed about all the women. He knew that he kept making the same mistakes, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. His time was short; he had to return home as soon as he finished school. It was his hope that he would have a wife to take back with him.

  But finding a woman who could live on Oracle Island was proving much more difficult than he had thought it would be.

  Life on Oracle Island was different, and strangers were treated with wary disdain. It took years for the inhabitants to accept newcomers, and sometimes they never did. He knew that from personal experience.

  Even after living there for twenty-five years, his mother was still barely accepted. Dar, however, was considered a local because his father’s family was one of the founding families. Not that the locals didn’t have reason to be careful, but it could wear on a person’s nerves after awhile.

  His mother had stuck it out for several reasons. She loved Dar’s father, in spite of him never marrying her. Her traditional Japanese family had thrown her out when they had discovered she was pregnant. Sakura had chosen to follow her lover so that her child would know its father.

  Once she had settled into a small home on the island, she had found out a few things about her lover that she hadn’t known. Those revelations had given her an even stronger reason to stay. It was safer for her son.

  Dar glanced at Cass again. She was steady, strong, and flexible. She also made him wild. He spent several minutes reminiscing about her passionate response in bed. His mouth watered just thinking about those luscious breasts. He sighed longingly and turned his attention to the stack of papers that had magically appeared on his desk during his lunch hour.

  * * * * *

  Cass peered over Dar’s shoulder. She had no idea what he was making, but it smelled good. Even Tantrum had slinked downstairs to find out what it was.

  Her normally man-hating cat was twining in and out of Dar’s legs like a love-struck teenager. Occasionally, he would sit up and bat at Dar’s legs and meow in what he considered his most charming voice.

  He sounded like a sea lion with a sinus infection.

  ‘“So, what happened when The Bitch came over?” she asked casually as she popped open two beers and handed him one then jumped up onto the counter to watch him cook. She was careful to keep her legs together since she had changed into a skirt and low-cut blouse when she had gotten home from work. Actually, she was hoping to end the evening in bed so she went so far as to put on her best set of underwear. They were made of eyelet lace in a soft peach color that looked good against her skin. She rarely wore them since the bra was just a little too tight and pushed her breasts together, bringing even more attention to them than they usually got. Hopefully, the peach set would make up for the undead underwear incident the previous night.

  Dar finished dicing an onion before replying. “Not much. She wanted a pair of shoes and some makeup. Then, she spent ten minutes telling me what a low life pervert I am.” He scooped the onion into a frying pan coated with hot oil. It sizzled merrily while he leaned a hip against the counter and sipped his beer. “I have lousy taste in women,” he stated glumly, watching the pan.

  Cass grinned. “Gee, thanks.” she said teasingly, kicking his thigh lightly with the side of her foot.

  He caught her leg and smiled bashfully. “I didn’t mean you. You’re my best friend. I don’t think of you as a woman most of the time.” His gaze zeroed in on her boobs. “Well, except where those are concerned.”

  She giggled. “So, I’m a guy with tits. Thanks.” His cheeks turned red as she continued, “Want a shovel to dig that hole you’re in? It might be faster.”

  When he turned a darker red and glowered at her, she quit teasing him and planted a kiss on the end of his nose. “I think your onions are burning,” she said, changing the subject.

  He smiled gratefully and turned back to the stove to stir the vegetables with deft strokes. “Do you like Japanese food?” he asked casually. He opened a paper wrapped package of fish and set it on the counter.

  “Dunno, but I’ll eat anything once.”

  He peeked at her out of the corner of one heavily lashed eye. “Oh, really?” he purred, smirking.

  Still admiring those sexy las
hes, Cass replied without thinking. “Uh huh.”

  Dar crowded between her legs and feathered a kiss across her lips. “I’ve got something you can nibble on.”

  Her lips tingled happily so she licked them, catching the faint taste of him and beer. “Oh, do you, now?” she breathed, enjoying this side of him.

  “Yeah, it’s even cream filled,” he whispered seductively.

  Cass’s giggle was cut off by the warm satin slide of his mouth against hers.

  She sighed and looped her arms around his neck as her loins gave off happy pulses of anticipation.

  His hands slid under the hem of her shirt and palmed her breasts. Her nipples beaded under her bra as he squeezed gently. He paused and lifted his mouth. “What’s this?” He lifted the bottom of the blouse and smiled slowly. “Oh yeah, now that’s much better.” His smile smouldered and his hands went back to her breasts. He slid his fingers into her bra and lifted her breasts out of the cups so he could stroke the hard nipples with his knuckles. He paused and eyed her blouse, then began unbuttoning it so he could push it off her shoulders to hang from her arms.

  He leaned down to nibble on the upper curve of her breasts. “This is really nice, Cass,” he whispered against her skin. He pushed up her skirt. “Do your panties match?” he asked teasingly. “Oh, they do.” He smiled, both mischievous and seductive. “Did you wear these for me?” he asked in silky tones.

  Cass blushed furiously. “Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling like an idiot.

  “I like it,” he rumbled then pressed his mouth against hers in a hard kiss. “But I think I’d like them better off.” Saying that, he started working her panties down her hips.

  She wiggled and lifted herself to help him take them off. Her cheeks were still burning with embarrassment. Dressing sexy to turn her lover on was something new for her and made her feel dumb. Dar seemed to appreciate her efforts though, and she was grateful he didn’t tease her because she didn’t think she’d ever have the courage to do it again if he did.

  The panties finally came off and he left them dangling from one ankle. He hiked the skirt up and tucked the hem into the waistband.

  Cass felt her cheeks heat even more as he stepped back to absorb the sight. She knew she looked slutty with her clothes hanging to leave her naughty bits exposed to the air and his gaze. It took all of her willpower to not jump off the counter and strip. It seemed incongruous that she would feel less exposed completely nude.

  Dar grinned lecherously and stepped between her legs, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. Once he freed his erection, he pressed close, grinding it against her mound. “Oh man, I don’t know how long I can wait, Cass.”

  She moaned and pulled his head down to kiss him as his words sent a surge of arousal through her. It was wildly exciting to know that she might be seen if someone happened to glance in one of the windows, and the thrill of the forbidden teased her.

  Her labia swelled in preparation and became slick. The hard bar of his penis eased between her lower lips and they both groaned as he worked his hips to stroke it along her damp center. She reached down to grasp the hard column and he leaned back a bit to allow her to guide him to her aching channel.

  Another aroused moan escaped their mouths as he sank home. Dar cupped one hand across her buttocks and pulled her tight against him. His free hand grabbed the back of one of her knees and held it up and against his side.

  With a growl, he tore his mouth away from hers and leaned his shoulders back so he could watch her as he started to thrust hard in and out of the warm clasp of her body. “Lean back on your hands, baby,” he ordered in a dark, raspy voice. A wavy, red-black lock of his hair fell over one of his eyes.

  The fierce look darkening his features and the lock of hair hiding his eye made him look like a pirate, and Cass suddenly felt like the captive maiden in a bodice-ripper romance. She leaned back and let him plunder to his heart’s content.

  He suddenly let go of her ass and grabbed her other leg. Holding the back of her knees, he pushed her legs apart and back, forcing her weight back on her hands. The position made her sheath tighten around him and every thrust tickled her sweet spot.

  He slung himself into her hard again and paused to grind circles into her wet mound before resuming his eager pounding.

  Her brown pubic curls seemed to delicately reach for his cock each time its glistening length pulled out. Her breasts bounced against the bunched up bra cups under them. His eyes were locked on them as he chanted his contentment with her wet channel. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, murmuring encouragement to him. Her whole body was flooded with sexy anticipation as she enjoyed his near-brutal force. She loved the lack of gentleness of him taking her, even as she knew he was aware of every little shimmy she made to meet his urgent lunges.

  Her climax rose inside her like a tsunami and hovered just out of reach and she screamed, bearing down hard on his driving cock. She whimpered and bucked, trying to slip over the edge, but was hampered by his grip and her position.

  He growled and picked up the pace, rocking in and out of her greedily. “Almost there,” he gritted out. “C’mon baby, fuck me.” If possible, he seemed to swell even larger in her hot cleft. He had to work to force himself into her clenching muff.

  With one last drive home, he shouted and burst inside her with hot, wet jets.

  A choked scream broke free from her throat as her hovering orgasm crashed over her in euphoric waves. Her greedy slit squeezed him with hard, wracking pulses as it accepted every last drop of his seed.

  Dar shuddered and rested his head on her breasts. His harsh, panting breaths echoed hers as they trembled and shook with the force of their mutual climax. “Good God,” Dar croaked out.

  “Yeah,” Cass agreed hoarsely.

  He sighed and pressed a kiss against her nipple, moaning when she spasmed around his cock again.

  The sound of the doorbell chiming and the smell of burning onions finally jolted them back to reality. They pulled away and stared at each other dumbly for a moment.

  Dar grumbled and pulled himself free of her clinging nest. He snagged a paper towel off the roll and swiped half-heartedly at his damp cock before tucking himself back inside.

  Cass hopped off of the counter and hurriedly straightened her clothes, very aware of her moisture leaking from her damp core as she pulled up her panties.

  After washing his hands, Dar turned back to the pan to salvage his onion while Cass went to answer the door.

  A clang followed her out of the kitchen and she paused to flip on the porch light before she opened the door. Jonathon stepped inside carrying a bulging backpack. He grinned and winked hello.

  He stopped and waited while she shut and locked the door and turned to look at her with a funny expression.

  “What?” she asked warily.

  “I smell fish,” he announced.

  Cass gasped, feeling a blush climb her cheeks. “Dick!” she growled and slugged his arm hard.

  He yelped and rubbed the abused appendage. “I didn’t mean you, ya retard!” he grumbled, glowering down at her. “I meant whatever you’re cooking!”

  She flushed. “Oh, sorry.”

  He shrugged and grinned at her; happy expression restored by the apology. He grabbed her and waltzed her into the living room. “Granpa sent you a bunch of rattlesnake. He said it’s a bad year for them on the rez.” He swooped down and planted a smacking kiss on her lips. “He also said I should quit messing around and get you knocked up so you have to marry me and give him lots of grandbabies,” he added, leering down at her comically.

  Cass laughed and took the backpack from him. She adored his grandfather, whom had raised Jonathon from an early age. Granpa, as he insisted she call him, had adopted her the first day Jonathon had brought her home with a bloody nose she had acquired coming to Jonathon’s defense. Jonathon had been a gangly klutz growing up and prime pickings for the neighborhood bullies before he had transferred into Cass’s school.

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p; It hadn’t taken said bullies long to realize that beating the pulp out of Jonathon would earn them the same from Cass, who was an evil little scrapper.

  Jonathon had never resented her protecting him. Although, how he had managed to tolerate the teasing that came from it she never knew. By the time they hit high school, he had started putting on the bulk that graced his muscular frame now and lost his childhood clumsiness. She suspected he’d done it in self-defense, since she’d played so rough that he must have felt like a rag toy at times.

  After Jonathon had graduated from high school and moved out, Granpa had moved back to the rez to be closer to his remaining family. Jonathon went home to see him as often as he could afford it and Cass tried to schedule her vacations to coincide with his trips so she could go too.

  She loved the reservation, with all its wide-open spaces and prime snake hunting. It was one of the few places that she didn’t have to worry about being herself. Jonathon’s grandfather had a huge parcel of land and rarely any visitors dropped by without warning.

  Granpa knew all about her mongoose since the poor man had witnessed an early change before she had gained control of her abilities and, luckily for her, took it in stride. She suspected that her staunch devotion to Jonathon had helped in that regard. He even went so far as to have people bring him the snakes they killed and skinned them out in return for the meat, which he very carefully vacuum-sealed and froze before mailing it to Jonathon to give to her.

  The damp environment she lived in wasn’t very popular for snakes and without Granpa’s packages she would never be able to satisfy her craving for it. Every time she got a parcel of it, she hoarded it away like it was pure gold and refused to eat the last packet until she received a fresh supply.