by D. A. Young
“My name is Katerina Romankov, but you can call me Kat. It is an absolute pleasure to meet the Mrs. Jack Sullivan. I can’t believe that I’ve finally got a sister! Yaaaay!!!”
Katerina launched herself at Noelle, who automatically caught her and thought what the hell? Amidst Jack and Alexei’s laughter, she spun Katerina around and around also.
Chapter Sixteen
He was late and Vivienne was going to kill him, Casey thought as he got out of his silver Jaguar XFR and hurriedly walked up the sidewalk to her D.C. townhouse. His phone was buzzing in his pocket, but he just ignored it. He carefully balanced the bags of wine bottles and cheese in his arms so he could ring the doorbell. As he waited for the door to open, he heard another car pull up. Then a door opened and slammed with a woman’s porn-worthy voice cooing, “Thanks! Keep the change, baby!”
Why did it sound familiar? Casey wondered and turned to look; but the door opened, and he was quickly pulled inside by his irritated godmother, who looked madder than a wet hen as she scolded him. “You’re late! What took you so long?”
“Oh, I don’t know; maybe it was someone’s insistence on needing to have a Blonde Lillet. You know Cheesetique was the only place in town that currently has it in stock right? And I’m sure you also know that it’s nowhere near my office?” he retorted, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Casey felt a presence behind him, so he stepped aside and turned around only to be enveloped in a cloud of flowers with a hint of apples as Sidra breezed past him to give Vivienne a hug.
“Sidra, I’m so glad you could make it! I hope the flight wasn’t too bad?” Vivienne cooed as they exchanged air kisses.
“So, so sorry, Viv! There was a slight delay on the tarmac, but I’m just glad I made it. Fabulous dress! Marc Jacobs?” Sidra asked, deliberately ignoring Casey.
Casey was in shock to see his nemesis here at Vivienne’s home. He’d spent way too much of his free time thinking about her and her smart-ass mouth. He gritted his teeth, realizing that his night had officially gone to shit. Reluctantly, Casey admitted to himself that she looked damn good. Her wild, just-got-fucked curls framed her beautiful face, and the short, clingy black and white geometric patterned dress flattered her body. Extremely high, black heels almost put her at eye level with him.
“Hello, Sidra. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” He would not say it was good to see her or some other untruthful bullshit. Although a certain part of his anatomy proved him to be a liar, as he discreetly shifted the bags in his hand to cover the front of his tented pants.
“Casey. You’re looking uptight as usual,” Sidra said in a honeyed voice. If uptight meant fine as hell, Sidra thought to herself. She just couldn’t resist needling the smug lawyer. It helped her to resist being one of the thousands of women in his fan club. Although she would never say it out loud, Casey Sullivan was easily the best-looking man she’d ever seen in her life. She just knew the pickup line about heaven missing an angel was inspired by him.
Even now as Casey looked at her with distaste, Sidra’s reaction to his ire-filled gaze as they swept over her caused a tingling sensation in her lady parts. He lifted a hand to rake through his thick, dark blond hair in frustration, and she longed to replace his fingers with her own. To yank on the silky strands as he pleasured her. Damn, now the panties were wet also. It was going to be a long night, she thought, but not without irritation.
Vivienne’s delicate cough did not quite cover her laugh as she slipped her arm through Sidra’s and pulled her along. Watching them, Casey’s scowl increased tenfold. “Why yes, it is Marc Jacobs, Sidra. No bickering tonight, children. Come on and let’s mingle.”
Casey had no choice but to follow, ignoring his phone as it vibrated in his pocket once more.
***
The networking dinner was a great success; and after dessert, guests moved to Vivienne’s parlor to mingle. Casey stood in the corner, sipping a vodka tonic as he observed the room. Well, he was actually watching one person in particular; and she was having the time of her life, wrapping everyone she came into contact with around her little, itty bitty finger. He was annoyed to see one particular individual brave enough to linger in her presence without fear of his soul being sucked out of his body.
Casey’s fingers clenched hard around his glass as Sidra threw her head back and gave a lusty laugh at something Dominick Harris, the lead singer of Bison Blue, was whispering in her ear. The sound alone made Casey’s groin tighten with lust in response. When Sidra laughed, her whole face lit up, making her even lovelier than usual. Entranced, Dominick stepped closer to her, effectively using his body to block any other males from poaching on what he considered to be his territory, as he touched a blue curl.
Succubus is what she is, Casey thought sourly. He’d seen the envious looks on the men in the club when Sidra jumped on a low table to dance by herself, her body twisting, bouncing and turning with the thumping beats. She’d drawn a crowd of admirers who egged her on; and he’d watched it all from afar, wishing it was only him she danced for. Why was he even thinking about her??? He didn’t even like the bossy, demanding harpy. But he did want to fuck her. Yeah, he really wanted to fuck her, especially her mouth because for once she’d have to be quiet. He shifted his stance to again accommodate his growing hard on. He was going to have to do something about that and mentally he ran down his list of women that he could hook up with on a moment’s notice. There were plenty of prospects, but he wasn’t keen on fucking a substitute. What would it take to get Sidra in his bed? Casey wondered.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Sullivan?” a soft voice asked from his left, breaking his train of thought. Casey reluctantly dragged his eyes away from Sidra to glance down into a pair of shy, blue eyes. They belonged to Anna Dayton, a cute pit bull lobbyist who worked on Capitol Hill. In the past they’d attended a lot of the same functions, but before tonight had never really interacted. He looked down at her almost empty wine glass and back up to her flushed cheeks as she swayed to the music in her head.
“Indeed I am, Ms. Dayton. How about you?” he inquired politely. She laughed, and the high-pitched sound grated on his ears as he wondered what the fuck was so funny; but he forced himself to laugh with her. At least she was laughing, so apparently he hadn’t lost his touch completely; unlike Sidra, whose face looked like she smelled shit whenever she saw him.
“Yes I am, and please call me Anna. You are just the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on, Casey Sullivan. And I can honestly say that if I hadn’t had three glasses of this wine for Dutch courage, I doubt I’d be over here talking to you,” she finished wistfully, tucking a strand of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. So he was losing his touch. Now women had to drink themselves damn-near silly to talk to him. Great. Casey watched as her face turned red with mortification at her admission. His phone vibrated once, and he pulled it out to read the text.
Please call me! I’m worried about you and won’t stop calling until I know you’re okay Casey!
“Well, thank you for the compliment, Ms. Anna. It was a pleasure speaking with you, but I’m afraid I have to make a call,” Casey said gently before excusing himself and walking away.
Cursing to himself, he left the room and stepped out into the garden, shutting the French doors behind him. Casey dialed a number, and it rang twice before someone picked up. He didn’t give the person on the other end a chance to say anything other than hello.
“Stop calling me; I have nothing else to say to you! What happened earlier didn’t mean a damn thing! I’m not coming back, so stop fucking begging to try again! Do you get it? The calls stop now!” His words were low and threatening. There was silence on the other end; and he hung up, knowing that the caller had finally gotten the message.
Casey shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and leaned his head against the stone wall fighting the urge to smash something. His emotions were on overload and clawing to get out. Coming here tonight and attempting to be civilized after his session wi
th Dr. Klaus had been poor judgment on his part. The case he was working was too close to what he’d experience as a child, and today he’d broken down and cried like a baby. Dr. Klaus insisted that it was the long, overdue breakthrough he needed to move on, but Casey felt too raw and vulnerable to go on with the session. He’d gotten the hell out of there, and she’d been calling him ever since. A tingle at the base of his neck made him realize he wasn’t alone; he whirled around to see Sidra glaring at him. Slowly she started clapping. “Wow. You are one cold hearted bastard. Whoever she is, she should be lucky that you were heartless enough to end it.”
The look of disgust on Sidra’s face as she looked him up and down before turning away broke his restraint. Casey rushed towards her and grabbed her arm. Shocked, she narrowed her eyes and yanked back, but he wouldn’t let go and only pulled her closer. “You don’t know a damn thing about me. Do you hear me? Not a damn thing!”
“Get your hand off of me before you draw back a bloody nub, you fucking psycho,” Sidra hissed; speaking slowly, venom dripping from each word. What a fool she’d been to be attracted to this cold-blooded son of a bitch. He chewed women up and spit them out like it was nothing and had the nerve to be mad at her for calling him on it. Casey’s hazel eyes blazed fire and his full lips were pulled into a snarl. Even now she should be able to resist him, but found she had to still her body from swaying towards his.
Casey glared at Sidra. Up close she was even lovelier— flawless dark skin flushed with anger and eyes glittering like diamonds; but her sexy, glossy lips were pursed together like she’d been sucking on lemons. He pulled her closer and felt her body shift. He knew that she was going to swing; so he moved first and used both hands to jerk her against him and out of the light, backing her up against the side wall of the house. He brought his lips down on hers, channeling all of his anger, frustration, and desire into a searing kiss.
***
Sidra was stunned as Casey’s firm lips covered hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, familiarizing her with his minty taste as he dominated her. Then the kiss softened, and she found herself drowning in sensations. What started out as punishment turned into pleasure, making her helpless to resist him as she met his tongue stroke for stroke. This is really happening, she thought dazedly as he expertly caressed her mouth and swallowed up every cry she whimpered. She could feel his long hardness pressing against her middle; and she pulled him even closer, running her hands through his hair like she’d always longed to do.
Casey groaned into her mouth, wishing he could stop kissing her but he couldn’t. Now that he’d tasted Sidra’s soft lips, he was officially under her spell. Gently he bit her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. She tasted like ripe berries. He could feel his dick leaking; he was so turned on by her fingers in his hair and the feel of her soft body pressing into his. The time for sanity had come and gone. He’d rather die than walk away without knowing what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock.
They continued to exchange fervent kisses as Casey lifted Sidra’s dress and yanked her panties down. They fell around her ankles, and the musky scent of her arousal drove him wild. She stepped out of them, and he yanked at his belt then unbuttoned his pants letting them fall around his knees. Sidra licked her lips and placed her hand on him, causing him to jerk back as if burned. “No, I won’t last if you touch me. I need to fuck you now, Sidra. Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he demanded; and she willingly complied, her pussy quivering in response to his command.
Casey stared at her magnificent ass, thinking that it was a true work of art. Although Sidra was naked, save heels from the waist down; in the pale moonlight he could see how round and firm the satiny, chocolate globes were. Her waist was tiny, and her legs long and toned. He stepped up to her, and his dick was cushioned by the cleft of her ass and coated by her arousal. He was so turned on by the sight of his paler skin against her darker skin that more pre-cum oozed out as he rubbed himself against the lips of her soaked pussy. Sidra moaned at the sensation, clawing at the wall in front of her and arching her ass out, silently pleading for him to take her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered through gritted teeth, torturing them both by stroking his shaft up and down her dripping slit. Casey’s eyes rolled back in his head, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last. Shit, he wasn’t even in yet, and it was fucking amazing. Sidra was panting heavily and going stir crazy in anticipation. “Are we gonna fuck or what? Let me know because I have a potential suitor who could probably do what you’re doing…maybe even better,” she taunted, anxious to get a response out of him. If he stopped now she felt like she would die. Casey saw red at the thought of someone being with Sidra like this and shoved into her with a powerful stroke. She jerked forward onto her tiptoes gasping, “Aaaah!”
Casey gave her a moment to adjust to his girth, gnashing his teeth at how right it felt to be in her overly-saturated walls. Then he started to move, pulling Sidra closer as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Casey pressed her closer to the wall, grasping both of her wrists in one hand high above her head. His other hand drifted between her legs to massage her swollen clit.
“You think that you’re gonna get this somewhere else?” When she didn’t answer he thrust even harder, causing her to coat his dick with more of her arousal. The moan Sidra emitted was long and low. “You think he’s gonna fuck you like me? No baby, you ain’t finding no one else who’s gonna be balls deep in your sweet pussy like this.”
Sidra was trembling as she willingly took his big dick over and over again. Damn, the lawyer could fuck. Who knew all this fire lay beneath the uptight prim and proper esquire? And the shit he was talking in her ear was turning her on even more. Casey’s long, thick fingers rubbing on her clit were magical, and she couldn’t get enough. She spread her legs even more, giving him better access to her pussy. “More! Fuck me harder! I’m almost there!” she demanded breathlessly, clamping down hard on him and squeezing as his dick put the fiercest of beat downs on her pussy, continuously hitting her g-spot oh so right. Casey dropped her wrists and yanked her head back for a bruising kiss, sucking on her tongue as he fucked and rubbed her. Sidra reached behind to hold his head in place as they exchanged sloppy kisses. Together they were wildly out of control.
Sidra was going to combust; the pleasure was too unbearable. Her legs started to shake harder; and then she was splintering from the inside out as her body exploded so hard, she squirted all over Casey’s hand. He was coming too, shoving her right leg upwards and holding it in place to delve deeper into her quaking pussy. Filling her tunnel up with his cum to the point that it was overflowing and running back down her leg, Casey loosened his grip as they fell against the wall gasping for breath.
Reality set in shortly afterwards. Silently, Casey pulled out of her, and they attempted to adjust their clothes. As he buckled his pants, he watched Sidra intently as she attempted to ignore him. She looked beautifully undone to him as she stumbled to pick up her panties; feeling satisfaction at the way she tentatively moved around, and Casey could feel himself hardening again. Idly he wondered how long they could stay gone before they were missed.
Sidra just wanted to get the fuck out of Casey’s presence, still incredulous of the dick- down he’d put on her. Her body was aching for a repeat performance, but she wouldn’t be the same fool twice, she vowed silently. Avoiding his eyes, she hurriedly bent down to pick up her underwear and paused as something wet trickled down her legs. She stiffened at the same time that Casey saw the pearl-colored fluid as well. They looked at it and then each other before simultaneously exclaiming, “Fuck!!!”
Chapter Seventeen
Dinner with the Romankov’s was a lively affair. The food was excellent, and the wine even better. As the designated driver, Jack limited himself to one glass, but encouraged Noelle to enjoy the finest that the Romankov Wineries had to offer. Before they left, Alexei promised to pack a crate of wine for them to take home. Jack was glad to be home because i
t gave him a chance to catch up with his sister who proved to be evasive in answering any of his questions. He smelled bullshit and was going to get to the bottom of it. Alexei had been oddly quiet during his subtle-as-a-bull interrogation; and in the end, Noelle had cut the conversation short by asking Kat where she got her necklace from. Kat sent her a grateful look for the diversion, and beaming proudly, she said, “I made it! I’m going to school for fashion, but I really love making jewelry.”
Noelle studied the hammered gold design of Kat’s necklace then glanced down at her wedding ring. She looked up to find all three of them watching her, and it clicked. “Oh my goodness, are you Vixen?! You made my ring didn’t you? Girl, my friends and I love your work!” Noelle raved as Katerina laughed in delight, Jack and her father looking on with pride. “I did! And I told Jack that if he didn’t drive you crazy enough to leave him, I’d make the matching bracelet for your one-year anniversary.”
Noelle glanced at Jack, and he smiled at her enigmatically knowing what she was already thinking: that they didn’t have a year, and their wedding was just a big hoax. She glanced, with a wistful expression, at the ring again, taking in the beautiful design and gorgeous stones, before turning to Kat. “It’s very beautiful, and I love it. Thank you for taking the time to do it. You’re amazingly talented,” she said simply, not willing to address the fact that there wouldn’t be an anniversary to celebrate. Jack shook his head. Poor Noelle. She had no idea the lengths that he would go to ensure there would be plenty of anniversaries.
