“You should go,” I tell him. “Please, just…just go, Cass. I cannot and will not do this to myself a second time.”
“Why are you so scared?” he questions. “Why are you so fucking hesitant? You’re single; I’m single. We can at least try things again, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” I spit out.
I see anger – clear and hot – on his face. “Only if you tell me you don’t want me.”
“Fuck you.” I swallow the lump in my throat and sniff against the burning in my nose.
“Well, I’m not leaving until I know for sure what you want, Nia,” he pushes.
I clench my jaw as I glare at him, but my anger once again fails to shield me from him when he looks down at me with pure admiration in his eyes.
My breath hiccups in my throat; I really don’t know what to do or say right now.
Cass notices it, of course. And so, with his gaze fixed on me, he inclines his head in my direction. “Take off your clothes,” he commands.
I blink. “What?” The word is barely a whisper as it slips past my lips.
“Your clothes – take ‘em off,” he states. “Either that, or ask me to leave. Anything, Nia. Give meanything.”
I swallow again, but this time, it feels as though thorns have clawed their way up to my throat. And then I say something that I’m pretty sure I didn’t intend to say out loud. Oh well.
“I wantyouto take off your clothes first.”
Cass’s brows furrow for a brief moment, but then a sinister sort of look takes over his face. He clutches the hem of his sweater, then pulls the soft fabric up and over his head before letting it fall to the floor.
My mouth quite literally dries out as I look at his smooth skin, at his lean waist and his cut-to-precision abs. At the V of his hips and the patch of dark hair behind the waistband of his jeans.
I watch, spellbound, as he unbuckles his belt and throws it to the side. I can’t move. My body has lost its ability to function. Watching Cass as he undresses himself is the only thing I can think of doing.
He unbuttons his jeans, and when he pushes both it and his underwear down before getting to his full height, my pussy clenches as I see his cock.
“Fuck me,” I all but breathe the words as I stare at the curved barbell with two large, silver beads on each end, pierced on the underside of Cass’s jutted length.
“Oh my…” I shift a little. “Umm…wow.”
He laughs. “Weren’t expecting this, were you?”
I shake my head. “No…” I bite my lower lip. “And I’m not going to act shallow and ask if it hurt, because I know for sure that it must have. But…can I ask why, though? I didn’t think you were into something like this.”
Cass starts walking towards me, at complete ease with his nudity.
My gaze momentarily lands on the piercing again, and then on his face.
“An impulsive decision, made after a few glasses of whiskey and a raunchy threesome,” he confesses.
Questionable rage and jealousy flare through me. “I see.”
He cants his head to the side. “You don’t like it?” he asks.
“Don’t like what?”
“The piercing, Nia,” he states coolly.
“It’s not the piercing I mind; it’s the reason behind it,” I tell him honestly.
“I was 20, babe. Horny and high-on-the-feeling. I felt like I could conquer it all, and I frankly didn–”
