Seven

by Amy Marie

  My phone chimes from the seat next to me. I pick it up seeing a text from Casen.

  Casen: Double date with Reece and Trinity tonight. Sound good?

  I guess that answers my question.

  Patrick

  Ian

  Thad

  Casen

  Reece

  Evan

  Wesley

  My hands are wrapped around my arms, but I’m not cold. I am fucking furious. For the past thirty minutes since Casen picked me up, all I can hear is Trinity and Reece kissing. It’s not a soft, quiet kiss. No, the drive all the way to a restaurant, in southwest suburbs, is filled with sloppy, loud, wet smacking of the lips from the two adults, acting like teenagers in the back seat.

  A quick breath releases from between my lips, and Casen looks over at me. “You okay?” he quietly asks, taking my hand in his. He’s been on edge since he showed up to get me. I’m not sure what is going on.

  I nod. How am I supposed to tell him that it’s more of who is doing the kissing than the kissing itself? He accepts the answer and—thank God—two minutes later, we pull up to an Italian restaurant. I’m grateful for our arrival, so I don’t have to hear anymore fucking spit being swapped.

  Though there aren’t a lot of cars outside, it looks pretty busy inside. It’s brightly lit with red and white plaid table covers and candle centerpiece. Soft music plays in the background, and if everyone else wasn’t wearing jeans and casual shirts. I would think I was under dressed in my floral navy blue skirt and white blouse.

  The hostess shows us to our table in the back corner of the restaurant. Casen pulls my chair out, but Reece sits down before Trinity has even gotten to the table.

  Asshole.

  We all agree on a bottle of wine, and I look over the candle centerpiece to see Trinity grinning wide at me.

  I know she is happy we are out together. The entire time I have known her, we’ve never double dated and, if I had any say in it; we wouldn’t be doing it now. I was told what we were doing tonight. Not asked.

  “So, Casen,” she starts talking first. Probably because it would be inappropriate to attach her face to Reece’s right now. “Reece tells me you all have been friends for quite some time.”

  He sets his wine glass down, wiping his lips with a napkin before responding. “Yup. Since I can remember. We grew up together and went to the same college to study fire science. After that, he followed me to the fire academy and, just a few months ago, Reece was finally transferred over to my station. Six years in, and now we’re both up for Lieutenant.”

  “Wow, that’s lucky,” she comments.

  Reece’s chuckles. “That depends on who you ask.”

  They all laugh and continue chatting, but I’m not participating. I just don’t care to engage in a conversation right now. Besides, having Reece in my face all the time now (something I wasn’t expecting when I took on the task of pursuing Casen), is adding strength to Aria’s words that are flitting through my mind. I believe that what goes around comes around, but am I setting myself up for something worse?

  I look at Casen and Reece. What the hell else could be worse than what their crew did to me? Though I am thankful they never forced me to do anything sexual with them after I willingly slept with Ian, knowing that they could’ve asked me is bad enough. I’m not even sure I would’ve said no, just to keep that tape under wraps. Patrick had once said he would never want me to touch him. I was a virgin before Ian and probably wouldn’t do it right anyways. Maybe they thought blackmailing me to get their rocks off was going too far. I narrow my eyes at the thought.

  Casen’s hand squeezes my leg. “Em?”

  I shake out of my thoughts. “I’m sorry. What?”

  “Trinity told us where she grew up. Where are you from?” Reece speaks up. The tone of his question concerns me. Like he is asking a question, knowing I’m going to lie.

  My eyebrows furrow. I can’t think of what answer I rehearsed should something like this come up. “Oh,” I wave my hands dismissively. “I grew up in the northern suburbs. Pretty boring place; not worth mentioning.” It’s a vague answer but it seems to satisfy them for the moment.

  The server comes to take our order. Casen’s hand hasn’t left my thigh and is slowly making its way north. I peer over at him and he seems less distant, less distracted than he has been. I squeeze my knees together trying to trap his hand but he’s forceful and shoves them back open. I lean forward onto my elbows, hoping to block the view of his hand disappearing under my skirt. I don’t want to draw attention from the waiter who is standing to my left.

  “For you, ma’am?” he asks and as I turn, Casen takes the distraction to his advantage and hits his target. His fingers massage me over the material covering my pussy.

  “Uhm,” I stutter. “I’ll, ah, uhm.”

  His pinky finds the side of my panties and I let go of the menu to grab a hold of his hand. “I’ll have the chicken parmesan.”

  The server nods while writing my order down and I squeeze Casen’s hand, silently begging him to stop. The waiter asks Trinity what she would like and Casen breaks free from my grip and slips his littlest finger inside the silk fabric. My nipples peak, and when I look over at Casen he’s still looking at his menu, unaffected.

  His pinky glides over my clit and it makes my knees weak and my legs spread slightly. Trinity and Reece seem oblivious to what is going on just across the table from them. Casen breathes deeply, letting out a sigh as a distraction that allows him to push another finger into my panties and it finds its way inside of me. “I’d like what Embyr is about to get,” he informs the waiter when it’s his turn. “It sounds orgasmic.”

  My eyes flash to his devious stare and cocky smile. The server leaves, and Trinity, Reece, and Casen start up a conversation. But, I’m not paying attention. All I can focus on is the feel of his calluses giving me glorious pleasure. Just enough to make me feel fucking incredible, but not enough to send me over the edge.

  He continues his torture on me, for what feels like an eternity, and then excuses himself to wash his hands, pulling his digits out of my panties. I’m left completely turned on and bereft. I can’t eat dinner feeling this way. I excuse myself, as well, and head straight for the ladies room. Once the door is closed, I lean up against it and push my skirt up. Shoving my fingers down into my panties, I find my clit hungry and swollen. Relief washes over me. I’m so close and when I am done, I can go out there and keep his wandering hands at bay.

  Someone pounds on the door, distracting me. “Someone’s in here!” I yell frustrated. The banging continues three more times before I finally give up, washing my hands and throwing the door open, I find Casen standing there. Déjà vu to the night at Jedi’s.

  “You weren’t touching yourself were you, baby?” he growls, lifting my chin up and capturing my lip between his teeth.

  “No,” I whisper into his mouth.

  “You lie,” he states, slipping his hands down my body, cupping my ass, and pulling me into him. “I got you hot and bothered, and I’m going to be the one to take care of you. But not until when we get back to your place. Understand?”

  He pushes back, breaking all contact, leaving me wound up, and then reaches for my hand. I place it in his and allow him to pull me back to the table where Reece and Trinity are eyeing us suspiciously.

  “Have fun in there?” Trinity winks.

  Reece laughs. “They were only gone a minute, Trinity.”

  We sit down, and I place the napkin on my lap. “You grew up with him. I thought you knew he was a minute man.”

  Trinity starts full blown belly laughing and Reece looks impressed with my comeback. I take a bite of the amazing cheese covered chicken, savoring the spices they have added, and trying not to think about the throbbing need between my legs. That was a low blow to Casen but he deserved it. He worked me up and wouldn’t help me relieve the tension or let me finish the job myself.

  Casen’s hand returns to my thigh but this time he
doesn’t hesitate to go as high as it will allow before he leans over and whispers into my ear. “You are going to pay for that little comment when I get you alone, Embyr. I’m going to have you tonight.”

  I look over at him, matching his dark stare and whisper. “I fucking hope so.”

  I’ve shocked him.

  Good.

  Two hours later, after dropping off Trinity and Reece to his place, Casen is walking me up my steps. I can feel the raw, carnal need permeating between the two of us. I slip my key in the door and turn it before I am pushed in and my blouse is ripped up over my head.

  “You teased me tonight, Embyr,” he accuses me, shoving the door closed with his foot.

  “I teased you?” I ask in disbelief, watching while he takes his own shirt off and throws it across the room. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t have my hands on your cock all night, keeping you on the edge of blowing your load, in front of your friend, in the middle of a restaurant.”

  He unbuckles his pants. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it. And, after your minute man comment, I am going to show you how long I can last while I have my cock buried deep inside of your mouth.”

  I bite my lips as I watch him toe each shoe and sock off before lowering his jeans and boxers to the floor. He steps out of them and up to me. “Take your skirt off, Embyr, because unless you tell me no, I’m claiming your body tonight.”

  I marvel at the sight of his large, hard cock before I slowly lower my skirt over my hips and let it drop to the ground. His eyes scan my body, devouring my see-through white bra and panty set.

  “Take me to your room,” he orders, his voice hoarse. I turn around, swaying my hips a little more than usual, down the hallway. As we enter the room, he pulls me towards my bed, unclasping my bra and watching as it falls, releasing my heavy breasts. He bends down, dragging my panties down over my thighs. He licks my slit, working his way up my stomach and breasts. My head falls back as I pray to God he will rock my fucking world.

  He grabs my jaw between his large hands, bringing my lips to him, kissing me with purpose. Casen turns us around before he sits on the bed, slides back, and lies down. I crawl up to him slowly, taking a hold of his cock, ready to wrap my mouth around it. But, he stops me.

  “No, Embyr. I want you to come up her and sit on my face while you do that.”

  I flush with desire at his words and do what he requests, sandwiching his face between my thighs, backwards, so I can lean over and take him into my mouth. This time when I circle his cock between my thumb and pointer finger, he groans into my pussy. I stroke him a few times while he gently licks my clit and then I bring the tip of him into my mouth. Sucking gently on those few inches, I close my eyes and relish in the feel of our tongues on one another.

  The tension I thought we had tonight is long forgotten. Wesley is forgotten. The talk of karma and thinking I should stop this foolishness are forgotten. All I want is to ride this man’s fucking face and then jump straight onto his dick.

  “You taste so sweet, Embyr,” he praises, voice muffled by my pussy in his face. “Now, put my whole dick in your mouth.”

  I lower my head down, taking in all that I can of him and making up for the rest with my hands. My hips buck against him, and when his tongue dips into me, his fingers push down on my clit. Within seconds, I am sitting straight up, riding his face and the orgasm out like a fucking cowgirl.

  “Oh, God. Oh my God,” I moan, getting friction against his mouth for the last few tremors.

  He slips out from under me and turns me around onto my hands and knees. “Don’t you dare move,” he says before leaving the room.

  After a stated minute he returns and I turn my head to see him sliding a condom over his pulsing cock. It appears as though his girth could burst the latex. The bed dips behind me and Casen pulls me by my hips back into him, the tip of him at my entrance. I push back, and he growls when it starts to dip into me. “You’re tight, but wet and ready, baby. I’m pushing all the way in.” And, he does. He pushes every glorious inch into me and pumps slowly in and out allowing me to get used to his size. “On your elbows,” he commands. I lower myself giving him better access. His thrusts pick up speed until my small frame can’t stay in one spot. He reaches up and grabs a shoulder with one hand and gathers my hair in the other.

  “For purchase, of course,” he tells me before he pounds into me like a jackhammer. The pull of my hair feels erotic. This is a man who knows how to give pain with pleasure. I push all the times Patrick pulled my hair out of my mind and go still, permitting Casen to pummel into me and be at his mercy. “Reach down and touch your pussy, Embyr.”

  Releasing one elbow I touch myself and rub circles onto my sensitive flesh, my orgasm just within reach. “You like this?” he asks between thrusts. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you like this. How much you’ve wanted this since you saw me.”

  My orgasm starts to make an entrance with his words. He’s right. I’ve dreamed of fucking Casen Parker since I was fourteen years old. Even then I couldn’t contain my lust for him. This feeling, this amazing fuck he is giving me, is well beyond anything I could have imagined.

  “I fucking love it.” I pant. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  His grip on my hair tightens and his other hand finds its way to my hip. The tingling starts in my lower back and radiates through my body as the orgasm crashes over me. I scream his name out and he powers through me. I can feel him swell inside of me. When the last wave passes, I feel his dick pulse. He yells out, fucking me harder and faster before he slowly stops.

  He frees my tresses and pulls gently out of me before sliding off the bed and taking the condom to the bathroom. I fall to my stomach, exhaustion setting in. Casen comes back into the room; his body hovers over mine again as he moves my hair to the side and kisses my neck.

  “Way better than I ever fucking imagined,” he whispers, trailing kisses down my back.

  “Me, too.”

  I turn over in my bed, every muscle screaming in agony. I groan when I see I forgot to shut the curtains before bed last night. I slide to the side of the bed and sit up, allowing the blankets to fall off of my body. The cold breeze reminds me that I’m naked.

  I quickly turn, finding a peacefully sleeping Casen sprawled out on his stomach. My internal freak-out begins. I have never had a man stay the night with me. I don’t know what the morning after protocol is. My heart is beating out of my chest with nervous energy, and if I don’t stand up now, I am sure that he is going to wake up from the bed shaking from my nerves.

  I tip-toe over to the window, closing the curtains, then walk toward the bathroom. Taking one last glance at Casen, I stop midstride when I see a tattoo on his oblique. There, written in a beautiful script is a quote, but I am too far away to make it out the words. I pad toward him, trying to get a closer look, but I hit my foot on the nightstand. He shifts, and I make a mad dash toward the bathroom.

  The morning is quiet and my desire to sleep in is now long gone. I take in my appearance in the mirror and what I find brings a smile to my face. If anyone saw me right now, they would know that I got fucked good last night. The way he touched me and commanded me proves I could really lose myself in Casen, if I allow it. Any girl would fall for his smile or that body. Or the sweetness that comes out between all the alpha male shit. But, I like that. I like someone to toss me around like a rag doll during sex, if they can make me feel special and take care of me outside of the bedroom.

  What the hell am I thinking?

  I can’t fall for him, but it’s becoming clear that may be what is happening.

  I don’t want that. I want to break his heart.

  Right?

  I do. He let them make the bet. He didn’t do anything at all when they bullied me. They were his friends. He could have said something—anything! No. He didn’t participate, but he allowed it, and for that reason, I can’t let him anywhere near my heart. One word would have been all it took. “Stop.”

  Compo
sing myself, I take a warm shower, quietly get dressed, and head to the kitchen to make coffee. By the time I am on my second cup and fully ready to take on a Sunday, heart intact, Casen walks into the living room naked. Gloriously naked. My cup halts halfway to my mouth as I watch him pick up his boxers by the front door and slip them on over his biteable ass. “I’m sorry.” He smiles, his eyes still filled with sleep. “Did you want me to leave those off?”

  I take a sip. “No. Just shocked to see a guy in my house, in the morning. I’ve never had anyone sleep over.”

  He saunters over, and I set my cup down onto the counter as he pulls me into him and takes me in for a deep kiss. “I’m glad I’m the first. Good morning.”

  I smile. “Morning. Want some coffee?”

  He groans. “God, yes. I hope you have creamer.”

  I point a thumb behind me. “In the fridge.”

  He lets me go and I watch as he leans over, exposing his tattoo once again, but unless I want to look like I’m sniffing his armpit, then I still can’t make out what it says.

  “Casen,” I call, pulling out a mug and pouring coffee into it for him.

  I replace the carafe and he adds creamer. “Hmm?”

  “What does your tattoo say?” I point at the script.

  His forehead wrinkles in thought, and he looks down, almost ashamed of the tattoo. Raising his arm he runs his finger over the words as he reads it. “Stand for what’s right. Even if you are standing alone.”

  He completely catches me off guard. “Oh.”

  He laughs. “Oh?”

  “I’m assuming there is a story behind that.”

  He looks down. “There is. A really long and shitty story.”

  I set my cup down and twist my hair up into a bun, securing it. I shrug. “Well, I have no plans and lots of time.”

  Casen reaches for my hand and pulls me into the living room. We set our cups onto the coffee table and he leans back, his rippling abs on full display for my drooling pleasure. “It’s not something I’m proud of or think you should judge me on, Embyr. It’s not who I am anymore. Well, it’s not who I was, either, I guess.”