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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.”

Composing 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.”

I pick my cup back up, needing something to do, and lean back into the couch. I don’t say anything. I just wait for him to start talking.

“Back in high school, I was part of the popular kids. The ones that everyone wanted to hang out with and all the girls wanted to date. My friends and I formed this kind of alliance or group. We would do everything together. Football, baseball, race cars—you name it.”

My face remains unaffected even though I am freaking out on the inside. He is talking about the PITCREW. I’m about to get an in depth look into the group every guy wanted to infiltrate.

“Well, just like any normal teenage guys, we got into a lot of trouble. Did some shit that, to this day, most of us aren’t proud of. Back then, we didn’t know any better, even though we should have. But, there was one particular event that happened that has haunted me since the day it started.” He shakes his head like he is trying to rid himself of the memory. “It started out in my friend’s garage. We were all talking about girls we liked. I brought up the one I had been interested in. She was shy and quiet, nothing like the girls the other guys were looking to get with. I wasn’t looking for ass like they were. I genuinely liked her, and the guys could tell. They started picking on me. Said there was no way she was into me. Just the normal guys bashing guys. I had her on my radar for a long time but was too much of a pussy to make any sort of move.” He sighs, throwing his head into his hands.

I move in closer, wrapping myself around his torso. I’m at war with wanting to comfort him because I know how nasty those guys could be and wanting to ask him why the hell he hung around them. Why he still hangs around some of them today.

His chin comes to rest on top of his fisted hands. “What happened next, Embyr, just got out of control. It was like they went from saying she would go out with one of them before she would even look my way to making a bet on it, very quickly. I thought it was a joke, but when it became apparent it wasn’t, it turned into something I wanted no part of.” His breathing becomes deeper and I’m starting to think I’m not going to like hearing this story. My grip loosens and I try to control my shaking hands. My palms begin to sweat. “I know what guys say isn’t supposed to affect you, but I almost believed what they were saying. I wasn’t ugly back then. I was just shy and I really liked this girl. So, Reece initiated a race. A bet of sorts. To see who she would go out with first. The winner would get bragging rights. They all would try and then, if she agreed, it would prove to me that not only would she go out with one of them, but she wouldn’t go out with me. Stupid, right? But, I was so sure. I knew she liked me, too, and I wanted to prove them all wrong, so I let them try. I watched each of them ask her out, each getting denied, until one day she agreed to go out with Ian.” He turns to look at me. “The guy you met last week. “

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