I go to stand up, hating that the words I’ve held locked in my chest for so long are out there now. But Cassie doesn’t let me, she leans forward and swings a leg over my thighs, straddling me. She cups my face and we stare at each other.
Cassie studies the grief on my face, the sheen over my eyes and leans into me, wrapping her arms around me.
She holds me and after a moment, I pull her against me, so tight it must be uncomfortable but she doesn’t let go.
It’s been a long time since I shed any tears for my sister and I don’t do it now, but having her comfort me like this is something I’ve been missing all these years.
Anyone else might ask me about my parents, where they are, if I ever got in touch with them. Not Cassie. I walked away and wiped them out of my life. When she pulls back, our faces only inches apart, she still doesn’t say anything.
It’s written all over her face, among the sympathy and sadness. She understands what I’ve been missing all these years, what I need, and that she can give it to me, if only she’d let herself.
I’ll never ask someone to care for me. To give me what I lost.
“Eli,” she whispers as she lowers her lips to mine.
It’s not a kiss, not really. I breathe her in, and she holds fast, giving me her strength. It turns to more though, and she’s aware when my cock hardens, shifting a little so that her thighs aren’t crushing me.
I run my hands up her spine and through her hair and her lips part, her tongue strokes my lips making my heart and my cock pulse. For a second my insecurities surface and I want to tell her she doesn’t need to do this because she feels sorry for me, but she pauses and looks at me, her eyes hardening for a moment, telling me without words if I believe that then she will be really pissed.
I smirk and she groans, then grabs my face and pulls it back to her, kissing me deeply, all the feelings she’s tried hard to hide pouring from her mouth into mine.
There is no point second guessing or wondering what she thinks, or how it will be afterwards, right now, I need her, and I’ll take whatever she is willing to give.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cassie
My heart is broken for the little boy Eli was, for the life he led after running away but his strength and courage and how he got to where he is now are all that matter. Will I ruminate on his story later, of course I will. Do I want to find his mother and destroy her for what she did, sure, but I won’t, because it’s obvious that part of his life is over.
All I care about right now is showing him that he matters. To me. I can’t hide it anymore.
He pulls the T-shirt off me and his hands cup my bare breasts. It’s Dominic’s T-shirt, I knew from the scent of it and the size. He’d left it there for me. For the briefest of moments, I think of him because without conscious thought, he’s started to mean more to me too.
This is Eli’s moment. He kisses me as I push off his cut and then drag his T-shirt off him. What started out gentle, and grew frantic, slows down again when he leans in and kisses my collarbone, his hands moving down to hold my waist.
I roll my hips, gliding over his cock and he lets out a sigh, his lips moving over my skin, one hand cupping a breast and lifting it so he can suck my nipple into his mouth. This isn’t the Eli I’m used to,but I go with it as he worships me, helping me stand so he can take off his jeans and underwear.
He tugs me back onto him, the only thing between us now is my panties. He doesn’t let that get in the way, grabbing them at the side and tearing them. I could have taken them off when I stood up, but I like how a little of his dominant side shows.
We never break apart as he raises me and I grip his cock, holding it steady as I lower over him. My eyes roll at the feel of him, filling me, in no hurry to push inside of me. I feel every inch as I sink down.
I ride him slowly, his hands gentle on my hips, and I grip his forearms to make sure he keeps them there.
Our kisses grow deeper, my grinding slower but harder, pulling him deeper, we both moan and our hearts pound as my nipples graze his chest with each movement.
The need is growing, my movements get quicker and his grip tightens, pulling and pushing to help me move.
His lips devour the skin of my throat when I throw my head back and his hips move, pushing up as he pulls me down. When he slips a hand between us and circles my clit the orgasm tears through me, taking us both by surprise.
My inner muscles clench him deep inside, hands scrambling at his shoulders to keep me close, because the force of this has me wanting to lift away. His hands keep me safe as he fucks up into me, grunting and saying my name as he lets go and his cum fills me. I feel it as it pulses into me, growing wetter and warmer where we’re joined.
Our breathing is ragged and is the only noise until the sound of an approaching bike breaks us out of the spell we fell into.
I should get up but I can’t, I feel fused to Eli, and he isn’t letting go either. He cups my cheek and brings me back to kiss me. We slow down and hold still when Dominic comes into the room and flicks on the light. He stops and stares at us, saying nothing.
After the way I reacted to their little plot to get me here earlier, he won’t have expected to find us like this. I’m shocked at the guilt that pours through me. Eli holds my chin and gives me a gentle smile.
“It’s okay Cassie,” he says, then kisses me again. He turns to Dominic and something passes between them. I’m not sure how their dynamic is changing but Dominic doesn’t leave. “You should go clean up,” hesqueezes my hip then shifts his weight until his cock falls out onto his thigh. “Mace,” he looks over at him.
