CASEN (The Karma Series Book 2)

by Amy Marie

  “Beds are for patients, not for visitors.” The nurse scolds, and I snicker.

  “I tried to tell her, but she insisted.” I chime in.

  The nurse stops what she is doing at the monitors and stares me down. “Mr. Parker, I highly doubt this sweet girl burrowed her way into your bed.”

  Embyr’s laughs sweetly. “I told him.” She chastises while she attempts to get up carefully. “He didn’t listen.”

  “She makes me feel better. I need her here.” I beg.

  The nurse walks over and pushes on Embyr’s arm. “Don’t get up, but if anyone asks I didn’t see a thing.”

  We both smile and thank her as she leaves the room.

  Embyr turns to me and says, “You do have a way with the ladies.”

  “I just had a great idea. When I get sprung from this place, I think you need to take care of me while dressed up as a naughty nurse”

  A devious smile plays on her lips. “I may have already bought the costume online while I was at home.”

  I groan. “You’re perfect. You have to marry me, Embyr.”

  “No.”

  TWENTY-TWO

  CASEN

  SIX WEEKS LATER

  I’m sitting on my couch, waiting for Embyr to text me on her way back from work. It’s my last day home before I return to the station. I saw the doctor today and he cleared me for duty. It’s been a little bit boring around here the last month and a half but between Embyr staying over every night, my sister and Kate visiting at least once a week, and my parents during the weekends I haven’t wanted for anything.

  I was in the hospital for four days, and since then, no one has let me lift a finger. Embyr has been cleaning up, doing laundry, but she’s let us cook together every night. Most of those nights ending with her on top of me, underneath me, or at the mercy of my tongue. We talk a lot about what happened with Reece. It’s hard not to when his face has been on the television the past week. He pleaded no contest to second-degree murder of Ian and attempted murder of me. They dropped the distribution of child pornography charges for the video he confessed to sending out. He won’t be getting out of jail for a long time, especially since he can’t make bail.

  Trinity seems to be handling it all very well. When I asked Embyr if Trin was okay with her staying with me, she said she was happy to have a place to herself for the first time ever.

  I’m not sure when Embyr plans to move back to her place but I’m hoping to convince her not to. We’ve worked through so much recently, and I know if we can get through all of that we are destined to navigate through the rest of our lives together.

  The door opens up, and my stunning girlfriend walks through. She looks exhausted but it doesn’t take away from her beauty. She has been my rock lately. My life changer. We’ve both been seeing her therapist to get us through stuff not only individually but as a couple. We grow stronger each day.

  I stand up, waiting to see her face when she notices what I’ve been up to all day. Her briefcase drops to the floor in the hallway alongside her purse and she drops her keys into the bowl next to the door. Midway through taking off her jacket she notices. Her eyes light up and her tired smile turns into an adoring one.

  Pulling the jacket the rest of the way off, she places it on the hook and her hand goes to her heart. “Casen,” she says breathlessly. “This is stunning.”

  I look around at my masterpiece. It took a lot of time. Over thirty candles light up the living room. Rose petals are scattered all over the floor. I gravitate toward her and kiss her gently on her smooth as silk lips. “You deserve it. I’m not a romantic type of guy, but you’ve done so much for me the past six weeks, I wanted to do something special for you.”

  She looks over my shoulder, taking it all in. “You are definitely a romantic type of guy. It’s amazing.”

  I grip both sides of her face. “I love you, Embyr.”

  Her smile shines brighter than all of the candles. “I love you too, Casen.”

  My lips seek hers out and she gives them willingly. I bite her lip, earning me a gasp. I use it to my advantage and slip my tongue inside her mouth to collide with hers. I feel the moment she begins to give into me. Her body starts to relax and her eyes lay helplessly shut. She’s all mine.

  Briefly allowing my lips to detach from hers, I grab the hem of her blue lacy top and pull it up and off her. The curve of her breasts are dressed in black see through material. I lower my head, securing one nipple into my mouth. Her head falls back as her arms grab a hold of the sides of my shirt. My teeth nip her peak before giving her other breast the same attention. My tongue flattens and I glide it up her chest and nibble at her neck. My lips brush the underside of her ear and I whisper, “Take off your pants.”

  She looks behind me toward the open blinds. I know what she’s thinking. It happens every single time. She worries for a brief moment that someone will see and then the thought of it drenches her tight pussy.

  “Off, Embyr.” I command.

  She finally relents, knowing all along she would, and slowly unbuttons them before they lower to the ground. Her heeled foot kicks it away. I find the little minx has matching see through panties on and it has me lowering myself to my knees. My hands hit between both her legs and she spreads them like the good girl she is.

  My tongue peeks out, my head tilting to make contact with her covered pussy. The fabric scratches my tongue but she’s so fucking wet I can taste her. I wiggle the tip around and watch as her head falls back. My fingers pinch the side of her panties before lowering them to the ground and tossing them aside to who the fuck cares where. Bracing one hand against the wall, I lift one leg up over my shoulder and latch my mouth onto her clit. It’s already throbbing, and it won’t be long before the neighbors see her come apart under my tongue. Her hands reach down, grasping onto my hair, and she cries out, “I’m going to come riding your face.”

  I love when she talks dirty. It fuels me and makes my cock hard as steel, begging me to come out and dip inside her. I give her more of what she loves, sticking my fingers inside her and crooking them to hit the right spot. Once I do, her grip on my hair tightens just like her pussy around my digits. She screams my name and Gods, and her juices rush out in a flurry. I lap them up and bite her clit one last time. Allowing her a moment, I stand to my feet and turn her around to face the wall. I take my shirt off and unclasp her bra before using it to tie her hands behind her back.

  I lean into her, my cock grazing her ass as she pushes back into it. “Not yet, baby.”

  I grab her secured wrists and walk her down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She gasps once inside, finding another insane amount of lit candles. Turning her by her shoulders, I push her down to her knees. “Your turn.”

  She licks her lips, not muttering a word, and watches with anticipation as I lower the zipper of my jeans and open just enough for my cock to spring forward. Wasting no time she opens wide and takes me all the way to the back of her throat. The vision below is enough cause for me to possibly lose my load in seconds. She sucks, and licks, and bites. I’m in fucking heaven but it becomes too much so I pull away from her and command her to the bed.

  Embyr is a strong-willed woman but she loves to be told what to do when it comes to sex.

  Carefully she lies on her back, with her tied up hands just under her ass. She spreads her legs wide open and I find she’s just as soaked as when she came on my tongue. Leaving my jeans on, I dip my cock a few inches inside her. Teasing her. She tries to wiggle down. “Casen, please give me more.”

  I push in a fraction more and she whimpers. Not wanting to taunt her any longer I give her what she is looking for. I ever so slowly slide my dick all the way in. I’m balls deep inside her and I just hold it for a moment, staring down at her. Her body glows in the candlelight. It’s the most beautiful I have ever seen her. She’s naked, in my bed, tied up, succumbing to me, as we’re connected in the most intimate way.

  The feelings that I have at this moment comp
letely overcome me, and I can’t continue this way. I pull out of her.

  “Casen, what’s going on?” she asks, confused.

  I help her stand up and turn her around, freeing her wrists. I rid myself of the rest of my clothes before grabbing her face to kiss her passionately. Without parting our lips, I lay her down on the bed. This time her hands are free to caress my sides. “I want to make love to you, Embyr.”

  Understanding passes through her eyes and they flutter shut when I slowly start to enter her. It feels warm, and I let all my feelings pour into her.

  Her legs come up, giving me deeper access, and I fill her completely. Each push and pull I give her one hundred percent. This time means more than any other time because now, I feel like we’ve started new. We have a pure and clean slate. No more drama. No more hurt and sorrow. No more lies. It’s just Embyr and me, here, giving ourselves to one another. I can see in her eyes that she feels the shift too. We don’t look away as each thrust brings us closer to the edge. My elbows rest beside her head and my fingers entangle with her hair. I lift up slightly to look at where our bodies are joined. I watch as my cock disappears inside of her over and over again.

  Her back bows up off the bed, and I know she’s close. I lick my lips and begin to kiss every inch of her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. They are responsive and with a small nip she cries out. “I’m almost there, Casen.”

  I drag my tongue up between her cleavage. “I know, baby. I can feel you tightening around my cock.”

  I kiss her other breast, giving that nipple the same love bite. Her legs squeeze me tighter and I watch her eyes shut. “Look at me, Embyr. Please.” I beg because this is different.

  Her deep brown irises find mine and we don’t look away as our bodies submit to one another. My fists tighten in her hair, and I can feel myself get harder as her pussy grabs a hold of it. She’s pulsing around my cock. “Come with me.”

  “I’m coming now.” She cries, her nails raking down my back.

  We both start to orgasm, and we never let our eyes leave one another.

  “Embyr.” I groan. “I’m coming too.”

  “Casen, oh God!” She cries out. “This feels amazing.”

  It does.

  She’s throbbing around me as I come deep inside her, claiming her as mine, like every other time I’ve been inside her.

  Once our bodies relax, I fall to the side of her and lay an arm across her stomach.

  Embyr turns her head to the side, finding me staring at her. “What a great way to come home,” she says.

  My eyes widen. “Home?”

  “Trinity found a roommate.” She nervously bites her lip. “They are going to rent from me.”

  “You love that place, Em.”

  “I love you more, Casen.” She smiles, reaching over and smacking my ass. “Now, get up and make me dinner!”

  We’ve just finished eating dinner by candlelight, and Embyr is doing the dishes while I wipe down all the counters. It’s a routine we’ve grown accustomed to and can’t wait to continue. Knowing that I’m going to have Embyr living here has me eager and I’ve already contacted a moving company to get all her shit here. In three days, she will officially be my live-in girlfriend. She thought I was crazy making the call but the sooner she is here permanently the better. It makes me happy to know she was making arrangements to move in here without telling me.

  Embyr excuses herself to take a shower and I start the task of blowing out each and every candle. I start in the bedroom and then make my way out into the living room, deciding to leave a few on the coffee table. I grab Pirates of the Caribbean for us to watch. Embyr emerges from the bedroom in one of my t-shirts and what I assume is nothing underneath. She heads straight for me and straddles my lap. My hands slip underneath her shirt, finding I was correct in my assumption.

  “Casen, I have something to tell you,” she whispers before kissing the tip of my nose.

  Nervousness strikes me. “What?”

  “I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with you.”

  I smack her ass hard. “Jesus, Em. You scared me.” I kiss her on her lips and grip her thighs tightly. “You fucking better.”

  She laughs and gets up to get the popcorn out of the beeping microwave, separating it into two bowls so that I can have salt on mine. I love that she knows the littlest things about me.

  I sit on the edge of the couch as she lays her head in my lap. I play with her hair and watch her while she focuses intently on the movie. Her blinks start to get longer and I know that any moment she will fall asleep. I love to see her like this. So pure, so careless and worry-free. I’m glad that I can give her that. I know it’s taken a long time to get there. I know she trusts me with her life as I do hers.

  Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I grab the ring out of my pocket that I asked my mother to bring to me after I got shot. It was my grandmothers and she wanted it to stay in the family.

  I grab Embyr’s left hand and slide the platinum one karat solitaire on her ring finger.

  “Marry me, Embyr.”

  She looks up, her eyes glistening with tears, and finally says, “Yes.”

  The End

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  Chapter One

  “Miss Decker, I’m in the Pen 15 club now!” I hear over the chatter of my 6th grade students walking into my classroom. “See? All I had to do was let Aaron write it on my arm,” Jeffrey, one of the more naïve kids, says sticking out his left forearm to show me. Shaking my head, I am horrified to see the word “penis” prominently displayed there in permanent marker.

  “Ha! I can’t believe you fell for it, Jeff!” Aaron yells from the back of the classroom. “Pen 15 looks like penis! Jeff has penis on his arm!”

  I glare at him and point towards the door signaling him to go to the principal’s office. Aaron hangs his head as he makes his way out of the classroom. He has spent one too many afternoons in detention lately, and it seems he’s just earned himself another. As he exits, giggling erupts, and I turn my attention back to Jeffrey.

  “Alright, mister, let’s get this cleaned off your arm as best we can,” I say ruffling his sandy hair.

  Being a math teacher at Hudson Middle School has its good days and bad. I don’t really know why I chose that subject except I did well in my high school and college courses and figured it would be easy enough to teach. Little did I know that I would be shaping the young minds of prepubescent, hormone driven tweens. When they aren’t fighting, laughing, or talking, they are sleeping, in class no less. I wouldn’t change it for the world though. I really love my job. Well, I love it minus the parents, like Jeffrey’s, who will most likely blame me for this most recent incident even though I wasn’t present when it occurred.

  I love my life too. It’s taken me a long time to get where I am. At twenty seven, I have an established career, three months off during the summer, a great starter home that I share with my completely crazy best friend, Noelle, no credit card debt or student loans, a nice car, and Robert, the sweetest boyfriend who anyone could ask for. I’m not bragging. I fought hard to get here and I’m very proud to have done it by myself. My parents had three kids to worry about. After studying like crazy in high
school, I earned a fifty percent scholarship to Northern Illinois University. The other half came from what little my parents could give me and from working my ass off at a restaurant on campus. I walked away with my degree and without a cent owed.

  The final bell brings me back to the present. Glancing at the clock I realize I’ve let most of the class pass while I daydreamed and allowed the kids to chit-chat the whole time. Out in the hallway chaos ensues. Papers are flying everywhere. Kids and teachers are high fiving each other. Yearbooks are quickly being signed, and I’m almost on my way to celebrate the end of another successful year of teaching, once I speak with Jeffery’s parents in the pickup line.

  I am NOT looking forward to this conversation. His mom and dad are the type of parents who never hold their kid responsible for his behavior. Was it Jeffrey’s fault? No, but he is twelve years old. He really should know better than to let someone write on him with a Sharpie, especially when it’s Aaron, a known troublemaker, whose parents are just as bad. I guess I just better get it over with.

  ~~~

  Returning to my classroom thirty minutes later, I feel deflated. Not exactly the way I wanted to end the school year. I’m just going to do a quick clean up before I head out the door. I’m planning to come back tomorrow when it’s quiet and pack up the rest of my things. I’m locking up my classroom when I hear someone calling my name.

  “Erin! … Erin, are you leaving so soon?” I finish locking my door and turn around to see Rosie, the other 6th grade math teacher, calling to me from her classroom directly across the hall. “Is your room already packed up?”

  “It’s not, Rose,” I reply. “But I’ll be back tomorrow to finish up. How about you? Excited to retire?” I’m silently hoping this conversation is short since I had to endure getting chewed out by Jeffery’s parents. I have a glass of wine, scratch that… a bottle calling my name.

  “I don’t have much left to do. But I wanted to give you a hug and tell you it’s been great being across the hall from you for the past four years. It was such a blessing to have a young person who brings some energy around this place.” She says wrapping her arms around me just a little too tightly.