“But…but we just started having sex, and it’s sooo good,” I whine as he begins pumping that finger in and out of my soaked entrance.
“I know it is, baby, and it’ll only be for a few days right before a fight.”
“Fine,” I say with a pout as my hands reach under his t-shirt to explore his abs. “I don’t like it, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to kick ass, even keep my hands off of you.”
“You don’t have to keep your hands off me tonight,” Xavier points out, adding another finger inside of me that has me going up on my toes on a gasp.
“Good, because my hands had all kinds of plans for you,” I tell him when I cup his thick cock through his athletic shorts.
“My hands have plans for you too,” he says. “Want me to show you?”
“Yes,” I agree on a moan when his thumb strokes over my clit.
Bending down, Xavier’s mouth attacks mine, tongues frantic while our hands work each other up until neither of us can wait any longer.
Between the clothes that go flying around us, I belatedly remember to turn the stove off right before Xavier spins me around. Bending me over the kitchen island, he rips my panties down my thighs and then his hard cock slams deep inside of me in one thrust, making me cry out. He’s almost too much too take, but I love the way he fills me up and want more.
“Harder!” I demand with my cheek pressed against the cool granite, hands gripping the edge to hold on.
“Fuck, I love being inside of you, having you underneath me, begging for more,” Xavier says before he pulls back and then slams forward with so much force my teeth rattle. Over and over he thrusts like an angry man with something to prove, like he’s making up for all the years I longed for him to be with me.
I’m already close to coming, so when his talented fingers reach around to tickle my clit while his cock pounds into me even faster, I nearly explode.
“Yes! Yes, don’t stop!” I scream…right before the doorbell rings.
Xavier freezes above me, which is exactly the opposite of what I wanted him to do. “Who the hell…” he starts, but I distract him by squeezing my inner walls around his cock.
“Doesn’t matter! Don’t you dare stop!” I warn him.
“No?” he asks.
“No!” I tell him while still clenching around him, making him groan before the knock sounds on the door.
“Cassidy?” I vaguely hear my mother’s voice call out.
“No, no, no,” I whine.
“Just…just a second!” I yell.
“Hold on, Bambi,” Xavier says.
I suck in a mouthful of oxygen when Xavier’s fingers on my clit start working overtime. Then he shifts my hips and slams forward, hitting that magical part inside of me. “Oh fuck!” I moan as Xavier begins to go faster, harder, deeper. “Yes, yes, yes!” I whisper as the liquid warmth in my lower belly builds and builds. “I’m so close!” I tell him, closing my eyes and clenching my teeth so I don’t lose any ground on the swell of pleasure taking me to the Promised Land.
My pussy clenches on its own right before Xavier slams deep and doesn’t move, letting me take what I need from him until it finally happens.
“Xavier!” I cry out as I tremble with ecstasy and his hips jerk with his own release.
Xavier
Cass is laid out on the island without a care in the world while her mother continues ringing the doorbell like a maniac.
I need to do something before the woman barges in. So, as soon as my limbs are ready to perform their duties again, I scoop Cass up and carry her quickly up the back stairs to her bedroom where I place her on the foot of the mattress.
“That was fun,” she says as she flops over to her side with a grin on her face.
“Yes, it was,” I agree. “But you may want to put some clothes on now unless you want your mother to see you in that.”
“Okay,” Cass agrees.
“Okay. I’ll, ah, I guess I’ll go let her in,” I say, making a quick stop at the bathroom to clean up before I race back down to the kitchen and dress in record time.
Just as I suspected, the doorknob is jiggling and opens before I can unlock it.
“Hello, Mrs. Brooks,” I say when she barges in and eyes me with a raised eyebrow. Her straight, blonde hair is still trimmed perfectly, brushing the tops of her shoulders like she’s worn it since we were kids, her white pantsuit neatly pressed like she’s headed into the office instead of casually visiting her only daughter.
“Xavier,” she finally says, her eyes dipping down my body before quickly glancing away. “Well, aren’t you looking well.”
“Ah, thanks,” I reply. When I glance down, I see that not only are my shorts on backwards but also inside out with the tag hanging out. Fuck.
“Where’s Cassidy?”
“Upstairs. She’s just getting out of the, ah, shower and should be down soon.”
“Oh, well, okay.” She sniffs the air, and I cringe worried it smells like sex in here. Instead, she asks, “Is that dinner I smell? Did Cassidy actually cook something?”
“Yes, she did. Rice, chicken and vegetables.”
“How…unusual,” her mother remarks. “Anyway, I thought you were only in town for the reunion.”
“I was,” I agree. “But I loved being home so much that I decided to move back.”
Cass didn’t tell her parents we’re together? What the fuck?
“So, you’re moving back to work with your uncle?”
“I am,” I reply even though she is no doubt referring to Uncle Logan’s law practice, and not Uncle Jude, the fighter. Not that I plan to go into details.
“And you’re living here, with Cassidy?”
“For now, yes.” And hopefully for the rest of our
