Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
A Totally Bound Publication
Cassie’s Choice
ISBN # 978-1-78184-921-7
©Copyright Donna Gallagher 2013
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2013
Edited by Sarah Smeaton
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2013 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
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This story contains 87 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 5 pages.
League of Love
CASSIE’S CHOICE
Donna Gallagher
Book seven in the League of Love Series
One night of regret and a simple lack of communication lead to two miserable years apart. What will happen when the two broken-hearted are forced to reunite?
One night has haunted Cassie for over two years. After agreeing to something she didn’t feel sure about, all for the sake of a man—or more correctly, her fear of losing him, she is still consumed with thoughts of her past.
Although a few years younger than her, Riley Walters was all man, in and out of the bedroom. So much so that Cassie believed he would tire of her sexual inexperience quickly. For him she was just a bit of fun—he never said anything to her to make her doubt that assumption. The reason she put herself in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place—to keep him happy. Of course it didn’t help. Riley disappeared from her life and never had anything to do with her again. Now he’s back, part of her social circle, leaving Cassie to find a way to deal with the attraction she still feels for him even after two years of trying to convince herself otherwise.
Riley was horrified at how much rage he felt that night. Memories of a trauma from childhood quickly surfaced—he was terrified that he was becoming a monster, just like the man from his memory. Cassandra Davies filled his mind, his every thought, his obsession. Now he’s been offered a position at the Jets Rugby League Club, and an opportunity to work alongside the people he called family, which is something he’d always dreamed of—but how will he survive being around Cassie if he can’t drag her into his arms and back to his bed and never let her leave?
Dedication
Helen and Amy, thank you for your friendship and unwavering support.
To the gang at Totally Bound, especially Sarah—you guys are awesome!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
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Mrs Robinson: The Graduate
Prologue
Two years ago…
Just the touch of her mouth to his and any worry or concern he’d been struggling with vanished from his thoughts, replaced by the hunger and need he always experienced when he tasted Cassie’s sweet lips. Riley was swept away by the feel of her. Lips so soft that fitted against his own so perfectly and always sent his senses soaring.
The sound of a soft moan floated between them—Riley not sure if it came from his throat or hers, but acknowledging the fact that he needed more. He gently pressed his tongue against the seam of her closed lips, encouraging them to part so he could explore the depths of pleasure they held behind them. That first taste of her mouth always left him breathless. Sweet, that ever present hint of peppermint on her breath, a familiar and erotic moment every time.
Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck, as if she needed to have him closer to her. Riley shared that same need, wanted there to be nothing between them. He pressed his body to hers, encircling her waist with his arms, drawing her to him, and feeling the warmth radiating from her. Breasts against his chest, the shape and weight he’d held so many times beckoning him once again. Riley knew that Cassie’s nipples would be drawn tight into rosy nubs. This was a dance they had shared many times. Each time as good, or better, than the time before. Discovering what touch made Cassie melt and fly apart in his arms was one of the most precious learning experiences Riley had ever known.
As Cassie pulled away from his kiss and arched her neck, Riley understood what she needed, desired, and he wasted no time in giving it to her. Kissing and nipping his way down her delicate neck and over her shoulders, he soothed each tiny bite with a circular lave of his tongue, listening to her soft whimpers and moans. The sounds of pleasure she made were music to his ears…and his dick. Rigid, Riley’s cock pressed against the confines of his denim jeans, as desperate as Riley himself for the moment it would sink into Cassie’s wet pussy and find relief.
Pushing Cassie’s dress past her hips, he watched as it drifted to the floor around her feet. Her blonde hair fell free over her shoulders, and Riley pushed it to the side as he continued to lick and taste her naked body.
She arched her back pushing her breast farther into his face as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Riley rolled that tasty nub between his teeth as Cassie whimpered and begged for more. That sound that he loved to hear. Cassie held nothing back while Riley was devouring her. Having made love so often, hearing and feeling her body’s response to his touch, Riley knew exactly what Cassie wanted and pleasuring her was always his ultimate goal.
Dropping to his knees, he rubbed his cheek against the curls covering Cassie’s pussy, felt the moisture on them, knew she was ready for him—wanted him. But he needed to taste her first.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Do you want to feel my tongue lapping at your sweet pussy? Feel my fingers part those silken lips and hold you wide open for my mouth to devour?”
Talking dirty to Cassie had always driven her wild. Riley loved the way her body trembled in response to his words.
“Please, Riley, you know I do. I want to feel your tongue on my clit.”
The little moan that followed her request spurred Riley into action. The aroma of her arousal made his mouth water. Lifting up one of her legs, he removed her b
oot, taking time to massage her toes and instep then repeated the motion with her other leg. He rested her naked foot on his thigh, the position gave him a better view of her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful, Cassie, and always so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste that nectar your body makes for me.”
Using his thumbs, he spread her wide so he could appreciate even more the sensual view before him. Slowly and deliberately he licked hard along one lip then the other before thrusting his tongue in between the two. Into her beautiful, slick opening. Her clitoris was unhooded, just begging for his attention, and Riley did not hesitate in laving and sucking at it until Cassie’s body was quivering.
“Don’t stop, please, Riley, please…”
He chuckled at the sound of her pleas, which only made his lips vibrate against her, causing her to squirm in response. She was pushing so hard against him now that he knew she was moments away. He gave one last pull with his lips on that little throbbing clit. The walls of Cassie’s pussy clenched and her cream coated his tongue as she orgasmed.
His cock was rock hard, his balls tightly coiled as he waited for Cassie to come down from her orgasm. He desperately needed to lay her on the bed and finally get some respite, slam his cock into her over and over until he built her up again. Then experience that moment of falling over the edge together, as one.
Cassie was gripping his shoulders, her head thrown back, her face clearly showing the pleasure he had given her. He was still kneeling, watching how beautiful she was, when Riley felt the tap on his back.
Mike.
The words, “Fuck, that was hot—move over so I can get into the action,” ripped Riley right out of his fantasy. And if they weren’t enough to send his cock limp, the sight of Mike naked as the day he was born—his tackle in full view, so close to Riley’s own face, and fully aroused—did.
He’d forgotten all about Mike, the stupid idea he had ridiculously agreed to. It had been all Riley had thought about on the way over to Cassie’s house. The three of them squashed into the back seat of the taxi as he’d worried whether or not this was a good idea, or if he could go through with it. Not to mention the disturbing thoughts that had entered his mind that he obviously wasn’t enough for Cassie sexually. The fact that she wanted to be the centrepiece in some sort of ménage thingy certainly proved that.
One minute he had been enjoying a night at Jetstream with Cassie by his side, celebrating the Jets’ latest win, and the next everything had become so complicated.
The night’s conversation replayed through his mind at warp speed, sickening him.
“Hey, mate, how’s your night been?”
“Not complaining, Mike, and you? Solid game you played today,” Riley had said as he’d shaken hands with the Jets player. He’d known Mike for a few years, pleased that he’d finally secured a contract with the Jets. “So what’s up?”
“Nothing much, and thanks, I’m pretty wrapped in my game today and how it panned out. So how come you’re letting that little darling dance all by herself?” Mike had asked and Riley had noticed that Mike’s head was turned towards the dance floor area.
“Got to let them off the leash sometimes,” Riley had replied, not sure what had made him say something so degrading about Cassie.
Cassie had returned from the dance floor and struck up a conversation with Mike. Meanwhile Riley had stood by and watched on gloomily as they’d laughed and joked together over a number of subjects. He’d even had to smile graciously and act as if it were no big thing when Mike had asked Cassie for a dance, shouting, “You don’t mind, Riles?” over his shoulder as he’d led Cassie away.
He had fucking minded.
Panic had set in. Mike had been flirting with Cassie and she had lapped it up. He’d been trying his best to keep himself included in the conversation, but when Mike had mentioned the idea of the three of them getting it on together, he really should have kept his mouth shut. But no, like the bloody idiot he was, he had pretended that he was keen on the idea.
“Could be interesting,” he’d blurted out. “What do you reckon, Cass? Think we should take Mike up on his idea? Feel like being the centre attraction in a ménage à trois?”
He’d heard the little catch in Cassie’s breath and had watched on as her eyes had grown wide. She had stared directly at him, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip, and his heart had sunk even lower in his chest—she was turned on by the idea. He’d been hoping she might refuse, laugh it off as a ridiculous notion.
“Me and the two of you…” Cassie had finally said, slowly flitting a look between him and Mike. “I guess it has its merits.”
“Shit! Really? Well, I’ll be damned. I was sure you both were going to turn me down flat. In fact, I was half expecting you to sock me in the mouth for even suggesting it, Riley,” Mike had quickly replied.
He’d had to give Mike some credit—the guy genuinely had looked shocked by their replies. Fuck, Riley had been in shock at how easily Cassie had agreed. Just proving what he’d always known, that he was not man enough for her. At least he was to be part of it all, he’d told himself. Could be worse—Cassie deciding to leave him behind and take Mike home instead. So, wanting to be the man and lover she needed, Riley had made the decision, that if that’s what would make Cassie happy, he would do it. He would take part in his first ménage à trois.
But as the memories of how this had all come about finished their horror style re-run, Riley was left with the reality of the moment. He’d been so caught up, distracted making love to Cassie that nothing else had mattered. The sudden reminder that Mike had been in the room with Cassie and him the whole time came as such a shock that Riley lost his grip on her. Cassie, struggling to keep her balance, ended up sliding down onto her knees.
The picture of Cassie naked and on her knees with Mike’s cock inches from her face was one that would be forever scorched into Riley’s mind. Embedded like some sick nightmare. But it was the way she looked at Mike’s dick that made Riley want to vomit. The way Cassie’s big blue eyes stared at it, apparently mesmerised by that fucking monster erection. Her eyes dilated, her tell, the sign of hers that Riley knew meant she was aroused, so obvious for him to see. And by the size of her pupils, Riley could only conclude that she was very fucking aroused.
He heard a growling noise and realised it was coming from him. Anger, now building rapidly throughout his body, was escaping in a hideous animalistic sound. It came from deep inside his chest and was forced out between his clenched teeth and rigid jaw. Then to Riley’s horror Cassie opened her mouth and Mike wasted no time in stuffing his cock right into the opening.
From his position on the floor, Riley had the perfect view, his eyes level with her mouth. When Cassie grabbed Mike’s shaft with her hand and stretched her lips around the girth of his cock, a haze of hatred filled Riley’s mind. He wanted to rip Mike from her, tear his head from his shoulders—wanted to kill him. An image consumed his mind of him tearing Mike’s throat apart with his bare hands. The blood flowing from the gaping wound, he could almost feel the texture of Mike’s flesh under his nails.
Cassie was his. He didn’t want to share her, ever. The sight of Mike’s cock riding her mouth was too much for him. He’d realised that he was going to go mad if he didn’t get the hell away from them. The anger and hatred were so close to the surface that Riley hadn’t thought he could hold it at bay.
Get out! Get out! The words screamed in his head. Falling backwards onto his butt he crab-crawled, using feet and hands, to get away from their naked bodies. Cassie’s and Mike’s.
He didn’t look back as he fled the room. The room that had been the centre of so much pleasure in the past few months. A place he had learnt all there was to know about Cassie’s body and what she craved. Where he had spent long nights taking in the sight of her slim and sensual form, lying snug in his arms. Nights spent gazing at her beautiful face as she slept and knowing that she was his—for at least that night.
Fuck! God, help me! Please give me the strength to get away from here. He covered his ears with his hands as he ran down the hall leading to the door that would allow him to escape the sounds of Mike’s groans. Let him escape before he turned around and headed back into that room and followed through on his wish of ripping out Mike’s throat so he would never make a sound again.
Chapter One
The present…
Sitting in the quiet classroom after another sleepless night was not working out very well for Cassie. She had hoped that the topic test she’d scheduled for her class today would have ensured a peaceful start to her work day. Instead, as her students worked away diligently on their papers, Cassie found her mind drifting—or more precisely obsessing over the events of the recent night’s dinner at Mia’s restaurant and her run in with him.
What was it about Riley Walters that did this to her? After all this time—nearly two and a half years—and still just being in his presence turned Cassie inside out. She craved the man like some drug-addicted loser desperate for a score. She was a loser, when it came to him, her dignity and self-preservation flying out of the door at the mere thought that he might want her again. Touch her again. It was a pitiful thought for a fully grown, mature, professional woman, to know that at one time she had been so enamoured of a man that she would have gone to any length to keep him happy. Put herself through any kind of emotional or physical discomfort for fear that he might find her wanting, boring, and leave.
Cassie, though deeply wounded by the way Riley had just up and left her, tried to convince herself that it had been for the best. Knowing how much of herself she had been prepared to risk, the lengths she had been prepared to go to for him, was a chilling reminder that the relationship had not been healthy for her. No partner should have that much control over the other, or be prepared to use that power. Not that Riley had threatened Cassie in any way—for all she knew he’d been unaware of her deep feelings for him—but it had not stopped her from feeling like a slutty whore when he had walked out on the ménage he had suggested they partake in. Walked out without a word and never contacted her again.
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