by Juniper Hart
He was consumed with researching the curves of her throat with his lips, his member growing harder. Brooklyn arched her body upward, full breasts pinned to his chest, her hands entangled in his hair as he dropped lower, his kisses increasing in intensity. She released a hand to help him push the elastic material of her red dress down her chest, which rose and fell in synch to her labored breathing.
Cassius was quick to take the tight, puckered skin of her nipples into his mouth, lips tracing the rigid lines. Brooklyn moaned quietly, her ankles locking around his hips, her waist bucking upward to feel his hardness. Only the thin barrier of her lace panties and his pants was between them, and Cassius was sure he was going to burst through the material as she began to writhe beneath him.
We have tonight, and I intend to experience it entirely before saying goodbye, he vowed, nuzzling her perfumed throat with his nose. His palms rolled the painted dress up Brooklyn’s perfectly sculpted stomach at the same time she reached out to unbutton his shirt, clearly wanting to feel his flesh against hers.
Cassius pulled himself up to his knees, and their eyes met in an almost familiar way. A slight tingle of recognition flooded him as he looked at her, licking his lips with intent.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he whispered hoarsely, and Brooklyn’s mouth parted, feeling the smooth tips of his fingers teasingly sliding over the cleft. She let out a sigh, and Cassius was sure he would never forget the look in her eyes, a combination of neediness and desire that he had never seen before. He tore his gaze away from her face, the beating of his heart suddenly concerning as a wash of emotions overcame him, ones he did not want to face in his moment of passion.
The bulge in his pants became unbearable, but he pushed his own needs out of his mind, instead lowering his face to bring the red stilettos over his shoulders. His fingers continued to work, but his tongue claimed the spot on her damp, throbbing clit, jutting out to tease her with even strokes. Brooklyn moaned, letting out a soft cry as Cassius pushed one finger inside her crevice, his thumb toying with the rim of her most tender area. Her breaths grew faster, matching his tongue and fingers.
Cassius was vaguely aware of her hands twisting in his hair, gripping as if to anchor herself from floating away. Brooklyn’s body tensed, surely ready to climax against his urgent movements. He willed her to release, and almost as if she had heard him, she cried out, her body twitching as she orgasmed.
His tongue twirled deliciously, wanting to inhale every drop of her, but Brooklyn’s fingers wrenched him upward by the hair, her eyes wild with desire. She was surprisingly strong.
“Take me!” she commanded, gasping. Cassius was not about to argue with her as she fumbled with his belt with trembling fingers. He yanked his trousers down, one hand caressing her full breast, his fingertips playing with the taut skin of her nipple. Brooklyn struggled to sit up, but Cassius held her in place, licking the last of her from his lips.
His shaft was a rod of steel, and he slid it smoothly over her wet center, his gaze still fixated on her flushed face.
“Please!” she begged, and Cassius knew he could not keep the game up for much longer. He wanted it as much as she did. Propping her legs up higher over her shoulders, he guided his body upward so that her feet touched the roof of car before plunging into her.
Brooklyn screamed out, her nails digging into his forearms. She struggled to catch her breath for only a second, and when Cassius found his pace, his eyes locked on hers. Her face was twisted into a combination of frenzied excitement and shock as he filled her.
“Oh, my God,” she choked, and Cassius could feel her tightening around his hardness. He thrust in and out of her, Brooklyn’s body tensing with each of his movements, and he willed her to release once more, to reach that blinding pleasure again. As if his words were gospel, Brooklyn cried out, her body tensing once again beneath him.
Cassius felt his own body spasming. His fingers became vice grips against her hips, and he jerked wildly, heated streams searing into her. Brooklyn yelped in what sounded like surprise, and Cassius glanced at her. Her face was a mask of shock as he quickly pulled out of her, sensing that something was wrong.
“What is it?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head, her mouth agape, even though no sound came out of it. Cassius scrambled to sit up, gently placing her impossibly svelte legs to the floor of the still moving vehicle. Brooklyn gawked at him, apparently still unable to speak as she stared at him.
“What’s wrong?” he wondered, the look in her eyes indecipherable.
“You burned me,” she murmured.
“Burned you?” he echoed. “What?”
She shook her head to herself. “I can’t explain it,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
A faint smile touched Cassius’ lips. “I think I know what you mean. It’s all right. Nothing to be alarmed about.”
Brooklyn laughed, slowly righting herself, and Cassius could not help but stare at her sensational body as she began to collect herself.
“I’m not alarmed,” she said. “I want to do it again.”
Cass chuckled and reached out to stroke her face.
“That can be arranged,” he told her confidently. “I just need a few minutes.”
Brooklyn smoothed out the bunched dress from her washboard midriff, yanking the skirt toward her knees.
“The night is still young,” she agreed.
A cell phone began to ring from somewhere in the car and they exchanged a look.
“Ugh,” Brooklyn groaned. “I think it’s mine.”
“You should probably answer,” Cassius said. “You did disappear without a word to anyone.”
She sighed loudly, but she dug her phone from her clutch, which had fallen to the floor.
“Hey, Maddy,” she grunted into the phone. “No, I’m fine… no, I went home.” Cassius pretended not to listen as Brooklyn’s face twisted into a look of exasperation. “I called an Uber… no,” she continued. “No, I’m fine… no! No, you can’t come over tonight. I—I’m almost home, and I’m going to crash as soon as… no, Maddy, tell Stella I’m fine… don’t come over… I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise. We’ll do lunch or something. Yes, Maddy, I promise!”
Cassius could hear the lie in her words, but he smothered a smile as she placated her concerned friend. Suddenly, he realized they had been driving for a long while, and yet they hadn’t reached her address yet. He waited until Brooklyn ended her call.
“Where do you live?” he asked curiously, gazing out I-101 toward San Francisco Bay as they drove. He didn’t recognize the area, but he was charmed by what he saw.
“Burlingame,” Brooklyn answered. “We’re almost there.” She followed his stare out the window. “You know, you never did tell me where you’re from,” she reminded him. “I’m trying to place your accent, but I can’t.”
Cassius chuckled to himself. He couldn’t even begin to explain an answer to that question. He had been asked the exact same thing thousands of times in his life, but there was no short answer to it, and so he always refrained himself from responding. Studying Brooklyn’s face, he realized how refreshing it was to be with a woman who knew nothing about him. Maybe this didn’t have to last only one night. As soon as the thought crept into his mind, though, he was immediately annoyed with himself. There was no room for romance in his life, and certainly not a romance with a mortal.
Can you imagine what she would do if she knew the truth about you? he thought.
“That is a long story,” he told her, hoping that Brooklyn wouldn’t press the issue.
She did not. Instead, she snuggled closer to him as they exited the interstate into the quaint suburb, and Cassius felt another burst of warmth erupt inside him at her nearness. Brooklyn brought out something in him that he had not ever felt and he wanted to hold onto the feeling forever.
“Mr. Williams?” the driver loudly called back, and Cassius lowered the partition.
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nbsp; “Yes?” he replied.
“Our destination is coming up. Should I wait outside, or would you prefer…?” He trailed off, his sentence hanging heavily in the air.
“That depends on our hostess,” Cassius said, eyeing Brooklyn.
“I have no idea when you need to leave,” she reminded him, and he could read a slight look of disappointment in her eyes when she said the words, although she tried to hide it from her expression.
“I can stay tonight,” he answered softly.
Without hesitation, she turned her attention back toward the driver.
“You can take the rest of the night off,” she told him, and he nodded, watching them from the rearview as he steered the car toward the front of a charming two-story townhouse.
“I will text you when I am ready to leave,” Cassius informed him. “But go home and get some sleep. It won’t be for a while.” He cast Brooklyn a sly look, and she giggled quietly, a slow blush apparent in her cheeks even in the dark.
“This is it,” Brooklyn announced, reaching for the door of the car, but Cass stopped her, tilting her head back toward him.
“This can only be one night,” he said, though it made him wonder if he was repeating it for her benefit or his. There was something hanging between them, something… He could not adeptly identify what he was feeling, but he knew it was new and different.
And it could potentially be very dangerous for both of them.
“I know. You already said that,” Brooklyn answered. Cassius still saw the cloud over her eyes.
I shouldn’t go with her. I should walk away now, a voice inside his mind called out to him. However, as they stepped onto the sidewalk, he had a feeling it was already too late to back out and walk away. No matter how much he fought it, there was an almost ethereal bond between them, and nothing would keep them apart tonight.
Brooklyn reached for his hand and led him up the walkway toward the front door. As they approached, Cassius heard a low growl coming from inside Brooklyn’s home.
“You have a dog?” he asked, and she nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like dogs,” she said, her shoulders visibly tensing.
Cassius laughed and shook his head, his mind flittering back to the pack of hunting dogs who had roamed the castle in Misty Woods. Over the years, he had considered getting one on the island, but he knew how unfair it would be to the poor animal, what with his unfettered schedule.
“On the contrary,” he said. “I adore them.” Brooklyn’s face relaxed into a smile, and she exhaled as she unlocked her door.
“His name is Hunter,” she told him as the German Shepherd exploded through the doorway.
Suddenly, he froze in his tracks, his golden eyes locking on Cassius’. His jowls twisted into a sneer before relaxing again, as if he was trying to determine how to handle the new arrival. He exposed his canines and sniffed the air—then he whimpered softly.
“Don’t mind him,” Brooklyn said as Hunter growled softly, backing up. “He doesn’t take well to strangers, especially if they’re men.”
But as the canine continued to hold his gaze, Cassius knew the dog’s reaction had nothing to do with sharing Brooklyn’s affections. Hunter was already onto him.
Easy there, buddy, Cassius silently told the dog. I’m only here for a night. Don’t do anything stupid.
Hunter barked, perhaps sensing Cassius’ warning, but he did not approach him. Cassius hoped that Hunter would keep his cool. After all, it would be bad for everyone if he was forced to blow his cover.
5
There was no rest for either of them as the night progressed. Cassius, once given the room, became an expert lover.
Brooklyn had never been spun in so many different directions, as if she was a contortionist in the circus, exploring every avenue of lovemaking. She traced the lines of his body with her tongue, her fingers and her breath, every experience different and more invigorating than the last. And with every orgasm, she felt as if he had shot her full of fire with his seed. It was like nothing she had ever known before.
I bet he has a million girlfriends all over the world, Brooklyn thought wistfully as she studied Cassius’ sleeping form, a part of her yearning to wake him up, even though her body ached and throbbed. She simply did not want to let him go, not when their time together was so fleeting. She knew he felt it, too—she had sensed it in the way he had caressed and taken her.
Maybe there was hope for them. Maybe they could work something out…
We both knew that it was only going to be tonight, Brooklyn told herself firmly, reaching out to brush a stray curl from Cassius’ forehead as his chest rose and fell in deep, rhythmic breaths. Long distance relationships don’t work out with normal people. Imagine how badly it would work out with us.
She could not silence the nagging doubt that he was hiding something from her, like she was his wife rather than a woman he had just met and slept with. Still, she could not let go of the wistfulness that enveloped her as her own lids grew heavy, and she snuggled into his massive arms, soaking up the heat of his body.
The connection they had could not be faked, even if he was just some wealthy playboy.
All good things must come to an end, Brooklyn thought, yawning as sleep embraced her. In the morning, we will say goodbye, and I will remember this as the best sex I ever had. Audrey will be so proud of me.
Cass was still asleep when she rose, and Brooklyn stared at him for a long moment, wondering if she still felt the same way about him in the light of day. To her surprise, her heart still twitched at the mere sight of him, the memory of the wee hours flooding her hotly.
I am going to be sorry to see him go, she thought, sighing quietly as she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him. She had no idea how long Cass had before he had to be somewhere, but she didn’t want to ruin the last of their time together by rushing it along. Brooklyn decided she would make breakfast, pushing her feet into a pair of bunny slippers and grabbing for a wine-colored velour robe to cover herself.
In the hallway, Veronica poked her disheveled head out of her bedroom across the hall.
“Holy hell!” she moaned. “You were so loud last night, I had to put in earplugs between you and the damned dog!”
Brook’s lips pursed, and she narrowed her eyes at her roommate.
“Funny how I never complain when you and your friends are in the living room playing World of Warcraft until five in the morning,” she retorted, but she could feel the flush rising to her cheeks. Had they really been that loud? Subtlety and discretion had been the least of her concerns as Cass had pounded into her, her legs twisted around his neck.
“Don’t tell me you took that jackass back!” Veronica yelled after her. “After everything he did to you!”
Brooklyn paused on the landing and glanced at Veronica over her shoulder. For a split second, she did not know who her roommate was talking about.
“What jackass?” she asked.
“Ryan, of course!” Veronica snapped, rolling her eyes, as if Brooklyn were toying with her. Brooklyn held back a gasp—she had completely forgotten about Ryan after meeting Cass.
“Of course not!” she scoffed. “And keep your voice down!”
To Veronica’s credit, she looked contrite as she lowered her tone, the anger in her voice changing into what sounded like glee. “A rebound? Good for you! Anyone I know?”
If possible, Brooklyn’s cheeks grew redder. She didn’t acknowledge her roommate and escaped to the main floor, her mind beginning to spin. Was that all it had been? A rebound? Was that why she felt like there was more to what had happened between her and Cass than just sex? Had she just been projecting her feelings after encountering Ryan onto Cass? It was a possibility, given the circumstances of the previous night, but Brooklyn didn’t want to admit that what she was experiencing wasn’t real.
The sex was incredible, she thought as she started the coffee maker and turned toward the fridge. Who cares
why it happened?
Brooklyn pushed the uncertainty out of her mind, along with any reminder of Ryan, and focused on making breakfast. She hummed softly to herself as she mixed together the pancake batter and prepared bowls of fresh berries. The coffee sputtered as Veronica entered the kitchen, her brow furrowing slightly.
“I don’t think Hunter likes your new friend very much,” she said.
Brooklyn’s head jerked up from the frying pan, and she realized that she had not seen her German Shepherd that morning.
“Why do you say that?” she asked, looking to the floor for Hunter, but he was nowhere in sight. She poked her head into the living room, but she still did not see her furry companion.
“He spent all night howling at your door, for one thing,” Veronica commented, plopping unceremoniously onto a kitchen chair. “And he currently has your booty call cornered in the bedroom.”
Brooklyn’s brows shot up in shock.
“What do you mean?” she demanded, glancing at the pancakes cooking and then back at her roommate. She knew that, if she left Veronica in charge, breakfast would be ruined.
Her roommate shrugged. “Hunter is growling, and from what I could see, your hunky friend was backed up against the wall, but I didn’t stop to gawk. I only half-looked.”
“Why didn’t you call Hunter off?” Brooklyn yelled, reaching to turn off the burner before dashing toward the stairs.
“He’s not my damned dog!” Veronica cried back, and Brooklyn gritted her teeth, scaling the stairs two at a time.
What the hell has gotten into Hunter? she wondered as she hurried toward her bedroom. She had noticed that he had been wary of Cass the previous night, but she had chalked it up to being jealous. Still, she had never known her German Shepherd to be aggressive with anyone. Maybe Veronica was making things up, or she had misunderstood what she had seen.
Yet as she drew closer, she heard the unmistakable growl of her dog, followed by a whimper. Without hesitation, Brooklyn threw open the partially open door, ordering her dog to heel.