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I snuggled deeper into his arms as we walked into the house. I kicked off my shoes and sunk onto the couch. “It’s okay. I expected this eventually. Just didn’t expect it so suddenly, but …” I stopped, trying to think of the words.

“But…what?” Caston questioned, as he brought me something to drink. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.

He was wearing sweatpants, so I could feel his hard length through our clothing. I instantly lost my train of thought, and I moved my hips in his lap. His eyes hooded. Reaching up, he brushed some hair away from my face, and leaned forward to kiss my neck. I sighed, closed my eyes and tilted my head in the other direction to give him better access. He trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Pulling the strap of my tank top down, he kissed me where it was previously laid. I shivered. Lifting myself up, I turned to straddle him. He continued kissing across the swell of my breasts, his hands squeezing my hips. Using his teeth, he pulled my tank top down to expose my bare breast. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he grazed it between his teeth. I let my head fall back, surrendering to the feeling. His hands made their way up my back. Cradling my head, he pulled me back in for another deep kiss. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me breathless, and he covered up my exposed breast.

I gave him a pouty face, and he laughed. “Sabrina, honey, I want you. Trust me. However, my parents are coming over for dinner. I don’t want them to find us like my mother did last time.”

I immediately covered my face, blushing horribly. “Oh, no. I can’t face them.”

“Yes, you can. Go change and come back down. We’ll talk about this media frenzy later.”

He stood me up and swatted me on the ass to get moving. Seeing the tent in his pants I gave him the pouty face, again, hoping he would change his mind. He laughed and swatted me, again. “Go.”

“Okay, okay.” I turned to walk away, but remembered what I was originally going to tell him.

“Caston, Mark was the one to leak our relationship.”

His face reddened. “Fuck, I knew it. That son of a bitch. We’ll deal with it, Bre. No worries.”

He stood up, grabbing his cell phone, and headed toward the kitchen.

 

 

I cannot believe that asshole would talk to the tabloids and sell his story. Well, I guess I can, but not this fast. I punched a text out to Terrance and slammed my phone down on the counter.

“Honey, the anger, really?”

My back stiffened. “Mother, you always have the best timing.” I adjusted myself, since I was still hard from Sabrina sitting in my lap, believe it or not, anger does not help it recede.

“Where’s this new girl, Caston?” my dad questioned, as he came up behind Beverly, placing an arm around her waist.

“She’s changing. She just got home from class. Can you, please, act normal around her?” I sighed.

My dad belly laughed and walked over to smack me on the back. “Son, I will. It’s her you have to worry about,” he said, nodding toward Beverly.

“Yeah, I know. That is what I’m worried about,” I starred her down, “She already freaked Sabrina out the last time she popped in.”

My dad and I just watch as my mother poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle Jules had left out on the counter. Without acknowledging that we were discussing her, she took the bottle with her into the living room. I shook my head and walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer for me and my dad.

As I handed it to him he asked, “So tell me, why her? What makes her different?”

We sat at the breakfast bar. I opened the bottle, starring off into the distance and took a long drink of the ale. “Dad, she is different. She is pure. I saw her dance a few months ago and her image was stuck in my head. Her smile melted me. I guess you could say it was love at first sight,” I shrugged and continued on, “At first, I just wanted her for my magazine, but then I ran into her at a party and my world changed. She is everything that I need to make myself whole. Dad, she is my other half. My partner. I love her. I know it has only been a few weeks, but I have never, ever, felt like this before. She needs me, and I need her. I would do anything for her. Sabrina is not after my money. She sees the good in me. She needs me to protect her, and I want to do it. I would do anything for her. She fills something in me that’s been missing for so long.” I sighed and turned toward my dad, “I guess I sound ridiculous, right?”

Hanging my head, I waited for his response. I was sure he would say I was an idiot, and I needed to take a step back to clear my head. But to my surprise he grabbed my shoulder to make me look at him. He said, “Son, everything you’ve just said makes perfect sense. It looks like you have finally found love. I’m so happy for you. Take care of her and treat her like a princess. You know in your heart you have found the one. Don’t let her get away, like I did.” I saw his eyes well up, and he looked away before he continued. “I’ll never forgive myself for letting her get away.”

I wrapped my dad in the biggest hug I could. Thankful that he understood me and was on my side. In spite of everything, I love my dad. I heard a throat clear behind me, and I turned around to see Sabrina in the doorway. Pulling away from my dad, I walked over to her. She looked beautiful. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail on the top of her head with tendrils falling down around her face. She changed into a white t-shirt that hugged her curves and showed just a bit of cleavage. Her jean skirt was short, but modest. My head fuzzed a little bit, wondering what she was wearing under it. Her bare legs and bare feet made me weak in the knees. Coming to a stop in front of her, I grabbed her face and gave her the biggest kiss I could. Talking to my dad made me realize, even more, how much I want her. I could feel her tense up, knowing my dad was watching, but she quickly relaxed into me wrapping her arms around my waist. Finally, pulling away, I looked her in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, but you’re so beautiful, I couldn’t resist myself.”

A shy smile and blush rose up on her cheeks. I loved that. I gave her another peck on the cheek before I turned around to walk her over to meet my dad. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me as I introduced her. “Dad, I’d like you to meet my Sabrina. Sabrina, this is my dad, James Holden.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Sabrina,” my dad said in his smooth voice. “Please, call me James.” He took her hand in his and leaned over to kiss the back of it.

Looking over to me he said, “You did good, son. She’s a beauty. Keep this one to yourself.”

 

 

His dad looked like an older version of Caston, a little more wear on his face and slightly more tan. His hands were strong. I could tell by his forearms, he must still work out. He was sweet. I gave him a nice smile, and a confident handshake.

Caston’s face was beaming with his father’s acceptance of me. Seeing it, I couldn’t help, but feel the same happiness spread throughout my body. We made some small talk about weather and my schooling to fill the silence. Caston made me feel at ease with his arm around my waist. His thumb brushing my side made me warm and tingly.

Things were going smoothly when I felt Caston tense up next to me. I quickly looked up at him, his eyes were fixated on the door to the living room. Following his line of sight, I saw his mother standing there, glaring at us. “Well, well, I see I have missed proper introductions,” she said, as she strolled to where we were standing.

Her high heels clicking on the tile floor was the only sound in the room. She held a wine glass in her left hand. I wondered how many glasses she had already. Edging her way in between Caston and James, I could feel her eyes roaming my body, judging. I felt like I should spin around in front of her, in order to get her approval.

“Well, Caston, where are your manners,” she scolded.

I looked up at Caston to see his jaw clench, grinding his teeth. Why so much resentment toward her?

“Mother, this is Sabrina. Sabrina, please meet Mrs. Beverly Holden.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Holden,” I extended my hand and did a small curtsy. What the heck was that, I thought, laughing at myself for the curtsy. My smile seemed to sour her already pouty face, causing me to tense up like Caston had. I wanted to hide behind Caston to escape from the evil look she was bestowing on me.

“Well, it’s finally good to place a face with your backside,” she sneered shaking my hand. She then wiped her hand on her skirt like I had cooties.

“Really, Bev?” James snapped at her. “For fuck’s sake.” He turned and stormed off into the living room, leaving just the three of us.

I bit my lower lip and my eyes started to well up. I wouldn’t cry in front of her, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me. I forced a smile on my face and said, “Excuse me while I see if Jules needs any help setting up the patio for dinner.”

Caston leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek. He squeezed my hand before I left his side.

As I walked out of the room I heard his mother say to him, “So, when do we get to share her with you, Caston, dear?”

I froze in my steps. Did I just hear her right?

I quickly left the room, not wanting to hear anymore, and walked out onto the patio where Jules was setting dinner. I wiped at my eyes and took a deep breath.

Walking out a little further, I put on a happy face when Jules caught my eye. “Hey, Jules, can you use any help?”

“Oh, no, deary, I have it all taken care of.”

“Oh, okay.” I looked away, not wanting her to know anything was wrong.

I walked to the fire pit on the patio and sat down in one of the Adirondack chairs. The warm sun hitting my face felt good and made me forget what had just happened.

“Sabrina, dear, what’s the matter?” Jules questioned, as she walked toward me.

“I don’t think Caston’s mother likes me.”

“Oh, honey,” Jules pats me on my knee, “she doesn’t like anyone. She is an odd one, that’s for sure. Don’t worry, though, Caston loves you. He’s never brought a girl home before...” She blushes and lets her sentence drift off. “Plus, I can see it in the way he looks at you. He won’t let her hurt you.” I could see the worry flash across her face as she said that.

“Why is she like that Jules?” I questioned.

“Honey, you’ll have to talk to Caston about that. It isn’t my place to say.”

I nodded to show her I understood and that I wouldn’t press her for information that would get her in trouble. “Thank you, Jules. Talking to you does make me feel a little better.”

“Good.” She patted the top of my head. The gesture made me smile, making me think of my mom.

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything? I’d rather not go back in there just yet.”

“Sure, come on. You can help me set out the glasses and napkins.”

I sprang up, walked over to her, and I wrapped her in a big hug, catching her off guard. “Thanks, again, Jules.”

“Anytime, deary, anytime.”

 

 

Since it was a beautiful evening the doors to the house were open, and I could hear Caston and his mother talking quietly in the kitchen. I couldn’t tell what they were saying because my back was to them. I felt as though the whispers were tense and very uneasy. I wanted to turn around to go back to Caston’s side.

A short while later I heard glass break. I quickly turned around and saw Caston holding his mother’s wrist. It was the hand that had been holding the wine glass, which was now shattered on the tile floor. His face was dark, furious. His dad still wasn’t with them. What was going on?

Jules quickly rushed to the kitchen to tend to the mess. Beverly huffed and turned, leaving the room, most likely to clean herself up. I started toward Caston, but when he looked up and saw me he held his hand up to me. I stopped. He bent down to help Jules with the mess. I could tell he was apologizing to her.

Caston got up and ran his hands through his hair. His muscles rippled through his shirt when he did that. I couldn’t help but stare. His shirt lifted slightly, showing the muscles at his hip. How I wanted to walk over to him and run my hand along that muscle. I wanted to follow it down into his pants. I bit my lip at the thought of taking his hard cock in my hand, stroking it, making him want me. Watching him enjoy himself and see that little liquid spot of pre-cum form at the tip of his head. I wanted to lick it, to taste him.

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