“Fuck!” I shouted as I shot off like a rocket, my cock twitching hard as I spilled my cum in her hand.
Harsh breaths skated across her neck as I pressed shaky kisses to her salty skin. I was a man on the edge, about tocrumble in pieces at her feet, and there wasn’t a fucking thing that could stop me from falling.
Pressing a kiss to her lips, I tried to deny the overwhelming urge to take her to bed. Or to think about what it would be like to have this without hiding.
And as I stepped away and licked the mess she’d made on my hand, I told myself that these strange tugs in my chest were nothing more than the aftereffects of sex.
But deep down, I knew it was something more.
And something more would only cause problems in my life.
15
CASSIDY
Well,I really fucked up my plan to keep Sam at a distance. One touch from him and I was putty in his hands.
What the hell was wrong with me? Were orgasms really worth the heartache I was sure to go through?
My eyes trailed over his thick cock still in my hand, still pulsing, still needing more. And he would take it if I let him. But I had a mess to clean up, and I couldn’t allow something as simple as sex distract me from reality.
“I need to—” I let out a hiss of pain when I pressed against his shoulder, further irritating the cut on my hand.
He grasped my injured hand, studying the depth of the cut. “You might need stitches.”
“It’s fine,” I said, brushing it off as I tried to push him back so I could get to work.
“It’s not fine. Sit still so I can clean this up.”
I chuckled in amusement at that. He’d already tried and failed to clean up my hand. What were the chances he would succeed this time?
But as he said, he looked under the sink for something to clean me up with, and when he didn’t find anything, he grabbeda bottle of vodka from the counter and a clean dishrag, then poured it over my hand.
I hissed as the alcohol washed over the cut, cleaning it out. But the worst part was when he pressed the towel to the cut and held it there.
“You’re a sadist.”
“Hardly,” he grinned, still staring at my hand. “Just thorough.”
Sighing, I brushed my hair back from my face and cataloged the destruction around the room. “So much for my first Thanksgiving.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, but I saw his jaw ticking in anger as he continued to stare down at my hand. “Who did you have over?”
“What?”
He jerked his head at the mess around my table. “I saw someone leaving. Who was it, Cassidy?”
I was momentarily shocked by the anger in his voice. It was almost as if he was pissed at me, but I had no clue why.
“My mom invited the Callahans over?—”
“I fucking saw that,” he snapped, his eyes finally reaching mine. The anger brewing in their depths confused the hell out of me.
“Why are you so upset?”
“Because you let Austin fucking Callahan into your house!”
My jaw dropped in confusion as my own annoyance swept through me. “Excuse me, but who I allow into my house is none of your business. Especially not when I invited you over first!”
