Love and Chaos

by K. F. Breene

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now.” Cassie turned to grab two shots. “Call Jaz over. We need one more hand.”

  “He’s fucking hot, though, Cass. Hotter than Sean, I think. It’s close…but…yeah. Let’s ask Jasmine.”

  “Ask me what?” Jasmine asked as she wobbled over.

  “Yes or no—“ Kate said. “Is Jace hotter than Sean. Go!”

  “Yes. Maybe. Yes. Probably. I like how, like, freaking manly he is. Sean is all smooth operator hot, yeah. And he’s got that fire beneath—the man would melt your panties off, true—”

  “Gross you guys! That is my damn brother! Damn, damn. Even three. From now on, if we use one swear word, we have to use an even three.”

  “Fuck you, fuck her, fuck…other stuff. Right.” Kate pointed at Jasmine. “Your answer.”

  “God, you love to celebrate the swearing.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, lost her balance, and barreled into Kate.

  “Jaz!”

  “Sorry. Anyway, Jace will just rip the panties off. No sweet lines or charming smiles. He’ll give you a hot stare and rip them right off. Me likey.”

  “If you guys keep this up, I am going to literally cat fight you. I don’t like this fantasy crap with my man.” Cassie held up a fist with one eye still closed.

  “C’mon, let’s go back to the table and do these.” Kate gestured the other girls on. We are going to need to dance some of this off before we pass out. Or Ben throws up.”

  As they got back to the table, Jace was focused on Ben. Cassie set the shots down and leaned into the side of him, prompting him to put his hand on her thigh. “Cassie, you didn’t tell me Ben did those paintings in your house…”

  “Yeah. Four of them, I think.”

  Ben thought a moment. “Yes. Four. I think. She stuffs money in my pockets when she wants one. I try to gift it—what do I need so many for? But she’s pushy. Did you know that about her, Jace? Pushy. I am sorry to offend you.”

  “Okay you sods, ante up!” Kate held up a shot.

  “No.” Ben waggled his head, which was probably his drunken answer to shaking it. “Can’t. Kaz, I am drunk. I will throw up. I can’t.”

  “We’ll dance it off, Ben. You’ll be good. It’ll be okay.” Cassie thumped him on the back.

  “No.” Ben waggled his head again and burped.

  Cassie picked up a shot, stared at a smiling Jace until he picked one up, and clinked glasses with the girls. “May Jace not run away screaming after tonight.”

  “Amen!” K-Jaz chorused.

  The table filled with coughing. “Ohhh,” Cassie wheezed, beating on her chest. “That was gross.”

  She turned and stared at Ben. Ben waved his hands in front of his face. “No, Cass. I have to put my foot down. I just can’t. Please understand. It isn’t personal.”

  “Ben, I hope you aren’t going to make me feed you a shot in front of my new boyfriend, whom I love. I would hate to scare him.”

  “Cassie, he knows you’re crazy. You don’t need to prove it.” Ben put a hand over his mouth because he knew what was coming.

  He was right.

  Cassie took the shot and advanced. “You will take this shot, Ben. Take it. C’mon, Ben, take the shot. You have to!”

  “This is her signature,” she heard Jasmine explain behind her. “When she is drunk, this is what sets her apart from everyone else.”

  “Peter hinted at it at the winery already.” Cassie could hear the laughter in Jace’s voice. He wasn’t scared. Thank God. Maybe he would stick around.

  Regardless, she had no control of her actions anymore. The party spirit had taken over.

  She grabbed hold of Ben’s nose and pulled his head back.

  “No Cass!” he mumbled through his hands.

  “Jaz, get his hands!” Cassie instructed.

  Jace started laughing.

  Ben loosened his hands to fend Jasmine off, fighting to the last. Cassie was on it, though. She wiped his flailing arms out of the way and dipped the shot glass to his lips. “Take it!”

  Knowing defeat, and not wanting to spill alcohol all down his front, Ben’s hands went limp. He let Cassie get the stinging liquid into his mouth. After, he gave Jace a baleful look. “You are a courageous man. A courageous man.”

  Cassie and Jace fell in the door two hours later, sweaty and messy, Jace’s shirt ripped at the shoulders, and Cassie down to a small singlet. It turned out, Jace could dance. Really well, actually. He moved his body with great rhythm, all the ladies in the bar staring at him as he worked his way around the dance floor. He could dance on his own or with her, always large and in charge.

  There had been many threats to cut a bitch if they didn’t stop staring.

  She and Jace stumbled into her room, tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to get naked.

  “I want it hard, Jace. I’m too drunk to feel soft.” Cassie ripped at his pants, pushing his slacks and boxer briefs down together. His large shaft sprung free, bouncing.

  Cassie fell to her knees, taking it in a greedy gulp, pushing past her gag reflex as she looked up at him, porn star style. She rubbed along the hard stem wrapped in velvet for a few minutes before he bent and lifted her by her upper arms. He tossed her onto the bed.

  “Where’s your toys?” he asked.

  She ripped off her bra as she pointed to her nightstand. “A bag at the bottom.”

  “Light,” he instructed.

  With an excited giggle, she rolled out of the bed and stumbled toward her dresser. She lit two candles on top and then flopped back onto the bed, the kinky factor rising as Jace looked through her naughty toys. She leaned against the pillows and spread her legs, knees in the air, rubbing her sex to spread the wetness around.

  Jace saw her movements, his wild hunger rising. He took out the smaller of two vibrators. He put them on the nightstand and reached for her. He grabbed her ankle and pulled. Her body slid across the bed, her hair fanning out behind her.

  He lined her up at the edge and, with his hand on the base of his manhood, guided into her wetness. “Hmm,” he said, leaning into her body until he was in as deep as he could go. He thrust a few times as he licked his fingers, placing them on her nipple and tweaking.

  Eyes fluttering, she arched up, enjoying the heat working into her core. She didn’t get long to bask in it, though. He pulled out, his sex glistening, before pulling her off of the bed. He ripped the comforter off, completely. “Do you love these sheets?”

  “No. They’re expendable.”

  Jace turned to her quickly, grabbed her in a cradle, and threw her back onto the bed. He grabbed the items on the dresser and climbed in after her, pouring some oil into his palm and rubbing it up her body. His strong hands kneaded her, heightening the heat tightening her core. He rubbed over her breasts, focusing on her nipples until she was writhing in pleasure, before taking his hands away and rubbing some lotion on himself.

  “I’ve not tried slick sex with oil,” Cassie said in a heady voice.

  “I want to knock out another of your fantasies tonight. Straighten out,” Jace commanded in a low growl.

  Another blast of excitement ran through Cassie. She lay back on the pillows as Jace crawled between her legs and pushed her thighs farther open. He bent, taking a taste of her sex, before crawling closer, his cut muscles glimmering in the candle light.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Cassie, or make love to you?”

  “Hard and fast, Jace.”

  “Then let’s see how loudly I can make you scream.”

  His hands slid from her ankles to her sex, slow but firm, lightly squeezing her supple flesh. He dipped his mouth to her core, sucking and stroking with his fingers, building her up quickly, expertly, but too soft. Too easy. It felt great, but she was drunk-ass. She’d pass out if things didn’t pick up.

  And then she jumped.

  One finger had dipped down low, circling the tight area she didn’t like to use.

  “It’s time for your three-some. We’re going to saf
ely push your boundaries, baby. But you have to go with it in order for it to feel good…”

  His finger dipped in slowly, foreign and mostly unwelcome. But kind of exciting. A little kinky. Maybe…

  A hot mouth closed around her clit. Two fingers plunged into her sex, hitting the right spot, making her writhe and arch, moaning and playing with her nipples. The finger dipped in again, strange sensations mixing with the pleasure she was already experiencing.

  “Relax,” he instructed.

  She did, latching on to his voice. Letting him command her. She’d already submitted to him twice already, and now she could easily do it again, not needing the show of physical strength this time. Just needing the strength of trust.

  She got into it again, focusing on all of it, letting it all mix into one big pleasure bomb between her legs. The heat built. She arched her body into him, let her fingers dig into her own skin, getting wild. Happily losing control. Wanting to try this new thing—wanting to finally experience the fantasy she’d always been too scared to try with anyone else.

  He sucked harder, working his fingers, getting her used to it. She arched up and out of nowhere an orgasm rocked her. She let out a hard moan, her eyes fluttering.

  Jace let her come back to earth before saying, “Sorry, baby, I have to come really quick.” He slid his body onto her. “I need more time on your lower half, but I’m going crazy.”

  She laughed as she clutched his hair and dragged his lips toward hers. “Hmm,” he said, kissing her hard and deep before thrusting into her.

  “Oh,” she exalted, wrapping her legs around him and squeezing, rocking her hips into him. Their bodies, slippery from the oil, slid against each other.

  He pumped into her harder, bracing his elbows on the sides. He stared down into her eyes as his body slammed into her. “Love you, Cassie,” he said in labored pants, pounding into her just right.

  Her loud moans increased as the screaming protest of the bed competed with Jace’s groin slapping against Cassie’s sex. Her body was on fire, her core tightening, another orgasm coming on fast. “Yes, Jace. Oh yes, Jace. Yes!”

  Jace yanked himself out as another orgasm shuddered through her body, not finishing inside of her.

  “I’d rather not…have that in the way,” he explained with a crooked grin as he greased her up with more oil before sliding his body along hers. “Now I can focus. I want to leave you walking like a cowboy tomorrow.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Jace resumed his ministrations, working the normal pleasure areas, and introducing the new one. Slowly. Arduously. Until it stopping being so foreign. Until her brain decided it wasn’t so weird. Then she got into it.

  Jace backed off and brought over the vibrator, looking it over with a lightly puzzled expression. “Does it turn on—I can see the motor…”

  Laughing, she sat up. Before helping, she ran her hands up his chest, and then scratched back down, the oil preventing her from ripping skin.

  “Hmmm,” he said, grabbing her behind her neck and yanking her forward. His lips crashed onto hers. She felt the chilly plastic tip at her opening and rose up so he could put it inside her. He rose, too, on their knees, kissing passionately, as he worked the toy inside her.

  She reached down to turn it on, pausing as the vibration coursed through her. “Get out that little silver bullet—you’ll like that.”

  “Okay.” Jace left her holding the vibrator as he went back to the bag.

  She laid down slowly, eyes closed, focusing on that fantastic vibration inside her. She worked her body’s disco ball, moving as she did all the work herself. Soon the rustling in the bag stopped. The only sounds came from her. Her moaning, her toys, the wet sounds of her making love to herself.

  She couldn’t help a small smile curving her lips, the thrill of this moment driving her higher, pulsing deep in her belly, loving that he was so open with this. Loving that she trusted him to the point that she could do this.

  She kept going, as if completely alone, though listening to his reactions. Hearing his heavy breathing. Feeling him crawl closer, but not wanting to touch. Just wanting to watch.

  She thrust her breasts into the air with the thought of him being a voyeur, watching as she writhed in pleasure. She worked herself harder until she was gasping for breath, hitting that wall and shuddering yet again.

  He lifted her toward him, pulling her body against his and sitting her roughly on his shaft. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cassie. I need you. I want you to do something for the first time with me. Tell me if it gets too uncomfortable.”

  So tired, her body limp, she nodded, rolling her head on his shoulder. “I love you, Jace. I don’t care what my brother says, I want you, okay?”

  “It’ll be okay. You pulled off a brother swap and came out on top. Keep with me, baby. One more. Let’s do your three-some.”

  She laughed softly and kissed up his neck, knowing what was coming. Hoping it would be okay.

  She summoned some energy and went for the gusto, rocking into him, feeling his thickness inside her, kissing his lush lips and losing herself in his body. In his arms.

  She felt the third party as her body was halfway to completion for the fourth time. She let her head drift back as it pushed in, stretching her, pushing against her inner walls. A stinging feeling seized her up.

  Jace dropped a hand between them, making her lean back so he could manipulate her clit. The added sensation helped as she adjusted, loosening up, rocking. “Hmm, more Jace. Do more.”

  He leaned forward, everywhere at once, and took a nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, she whimpered, the pain so exquisite she couldn’t focus on anything else for a moment. The pressure increased, so damn good!

  “Yes, Jace. More. More, baby. Harder.”

  She let out a loud moan as the vibrator worked all the way into her, her surrogate third party. Full to bursting, it pushed against her inner wall, Jace in the other side, both things so tight. So much pressure. So much sensation, almost unbearable.

  God this felt good. And just the right amount of naughty.

  She couldn’t control herself anymore. Jerking wildly, so much sensation battering her, she rocked on top of him, liking when he thrust the vibrator harder. Needing to scream with release, but not quite making it there.

  “Fuck me, baby!” she yelled, yanking at his hair, needing some kind of push to get over this hump. To mix all these sensations together and blast her apart. “Harder, fuck me harder!”

  He launched her forward, landing on top of her. It forced the breath out of her. She clutched onto his shoulders, feeling the slide of his body against hers. Immediately pushed harder. Struggling beneath him for the fight that would lead to climax.

  His fist clutched her hair and yanked. Hard. His body slid in and out of her. So deep. So large.

  And then he whispered, “Come for me, baby.”

  Like a trigger, a huge wave of divine pleasure dragged her under, drowning her in sensations so intense, so penetrating, she couldn’t even scream with it. She froze up, her whole body rigid, as she came so hard she thought she might dislocate something. Pleasure ripped and tore through her body, stealing her breath, Jace shuddering right along with her.

  When she came out of it, Jace was looking down on her, panting and slack faced. “If we do that too often, it will kill me. Literally. Just saying. Will you marry me? Please? Because if not, I’m ruined. I can’t…I can’t come back from that.”

  “Shhh,” she said softly. “Need to sleep. Very tired.”

  “Okay. I need to clean up real quick, though.”

  “Okay.” Cassie let her eyes drift shut. She didn’t plan on helping, so it was good he didn’t ask.

  Chapter 27

  Cassie couldn’t stop the freaking nervous giggles. Constantly. She met with her editor for lunch, thought about dinner that night when ordering, and burst out in nervous giggles. She got home, showered and primped—nervous giggles. She got in her car—the list was endless.


  In the early evening, she showed up at Marcus’ house dressed to casually impress. She wanted to seem grownup, able to make her own decisions, but still confident that she was making the right decision. It was way overthought, yes, but it needed to be this way.

  She used the hide-a-key and pretended to stroll into Marcus’ house. It turned into a harried walk, so she let out yet another giggle.

  “What’s funny, doll?” Marcus asked, stepping into the hallway. “And do you know how much I love you? Do you?”

  “Marcus, I am skirting a life-crisis right now. You better love me a whole lot.”

  A smile worked up his face as he lounged against the wall. “Oh yes, dinner with the big stud. You’ll be fine. Jasmine had everything on the list crossed out. Your boy passed with flying colors.”

  “Jasmine isn’t the extreme judge of character my brother is.” Cassie flicked her hair for something to do.

  “That’s true. But still, you’re fine. Sean likes Peter, and they’re cut from the same cloth.”

  “What’s this now?” Peter asked as he walked in, dressed to the nines, like usual.

  “Peter isn’t dating Sean’s little sister who constantly makes bad life choices and needs her big brother to bail her out.”

  “Uh oh—today’s the big day, huh?” Peter asked as he leaned against the counter with a sympathetic face. “It’ll go fine, sweetie. Trust me. This will work out, I feel it.”

  “Let’s get you a stiff drink, honey. You need to loosen up.” Marcus led her toward the living room as Peter took the cue and headed into the kitchen.

  “No drinking before I have to. I still hurt from last night,” Cassie said to Peter.

  “Oh yeah? In what ways?” Marcus eyes sparkled mischievously.

  There was no way Cassie would open that can of worms. She was excited about the boundaries she and Jace had crashed through, but that wasn’t something she would be sharing. Call her super conservative, she didn’t care, but Jace was the only person in the world she trusted enough with those things.

  Besides, Marcus would just call her vanilla.