A Mate for York (The Program Book 1)
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“Yeah.” She licked her lips.
“Thank you for doing this for me.” Sincerity shone in his eyes.
She almost felt like crying. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. Cassidy nodded. She was going to make damned sure that this was the best blowjob he ever had. She looked back down at his bulbous head. It was really big. As she was about to take him into her mouth, his dick twitched in her hand a drop of pre-cum beaded at the top. She smiled, knowing how aroused he must be. Cassidy lifted her gaze to York who was looking down at her. He had a pained expression on his handsome face. Little indents appeared on his full bottom lip as he bit down on it.
First she licked her lips, then she licked around the rim of his cock. His mouth turned slack and he made a soft, pained noise. Then she sucked on his head, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue. Salty, with just a hint of sweet. York’s head dropped backwards for a few seconds before his eyes locked back with hers. His breathing was ragged. Cassidy didn’t know exactly why but she loved that she was the first ever to give him head. This big powerful vampire had never experienced this before. It was heady.
She continued to suck on his head for a few beats before taking him into her mouth as deep as he would go. She used her hand in a slow, up and down motion on the base of his shaft. York cursed softly. His eyes glowed even brighter. His hands were fisted at his sides. He was in a crunch position that showcased his abs to perfection. She was tempted to put her hand out and run it over them. So damned pretty, in a badass way of course.
Sure to keep the suction on him just right, not too hard and not too soft, she opened her throat and took him deeper. Fighting the gag reflex in a big way. It was worth it. She watched as his eyes widened, as his mouth widened so that he could suck in more air. His hands clawed the sheets. “Whatever you do, don’t stop,” he growled. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Another deep growl. “I love your mouth on me.” He clenched his teeth as she deep throated him again.
“I’m not going to last.” Sweat beaded on his brow. She picked up the pace, alternating between sucking on his head and taking him down her throat.
Within a half a minute she felt his hand stroke the top of her head. “I’m going to…” he growled pushing her away.
Cassidy moved quickly. Their eyes were still locked as he grabbed his cock, pumping it with his fist in hard, even strokes. The other hand was closed over his tip. She watched as his eyes glazed over. Every muscle corded and he crunched forward. His teeth were clenched as he groaned softly. Most of his cum squirted into his hand but some dripped onto his stomach. York fell back, chest heaving. “I just need a half a minute to recover.”
Disappointment hit. Then he would leave. She didn’t want him to leave just yet. “Take your time,” she whispered.
York smiled at her. “Let me clean up this mess. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Here, take a few of these.” She grabbed a few tissues from her bag at the side of the bed.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want any accidents. No one must find out I was here.” He grabbed the tissues and used them to clean the worst of the mess before pushing them against his member and heading for the bathroom.
Holy hell!
His butt was amazing. Made for grabbing during hot sex. It was well muscled and sculpted to perfection. Why did the hottest, sweetest guy she’d ever met have to be an off-limits vampire? Why? Why was she even thinking of him in terms of a boyfriend? Maybe because she didn’t have random sex. The thought of what she had just done made her feel a little light headed.
She also suddenly felt naked and wrapped a blanket around herself. There was the sound of running water followed by the toilet flushing. York came back into the room. Oh wow, he was still semi erect.
York gave her a mischievous half smile, he’d probably noticed her checking out his junk. Instead of getting dressed like she expected, he slid into bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.
What!
Why?
She had to bite down on her lip when he removed the blanket so that she was flush against his side. Skin to skin. It didn’t mean anything. He was probably vying for another blowjob or something.
“You seem a little tense. Do you need me to…”
“No!” It came out a little too harshly. “I mean…um…it’s just that we don’t know each other and this feels a little awkward all of a sudden. It’s not you or anything…I don’t normally do things like this.”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled softly. “Tell me something about yourself then. Maybe it would make you feel better.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know what to say. I’m nearly thirty…” She smiled. “Next month, I’ll hit the big three, zero.”
“Why are you not mated? Am I right in saying that most human females are settled by thirty?”
Her first instinct was to bristle at his words but then she realized that he was just being his normal honest, forward self and she took a deep breath instead.
“Why do my questions anger you?” Maybe he didn’t know that he was doing it, but he began to stroke her back. His big, warm hands felt good on her like this even though they shouldn’t. Maybe it was because it had been so long since someone had touched her like this.
Cassidy shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess because I thought I would be married…mated at thirty. I was married but…” She let the sentence die.
His arms tightened around her for a second before he released his hold. She could feel how tense he had become. “I had heard that humans sometimes take several mates throughout their lives. It is hard for us vampires to understand. Were you not happy with your chosen mate?” he sounded angry.
This time she did allow herself to feel pissed at his words and pulled away. “My husband died so you can stop looking at me like I’m something the cat dragged in.”
“I’m not sure what a cat has to do with it,” he growled. “I’m so damned sorry.” He hauled her back into his arms, pulling her tight against him. One of his big hands cupped the side of her head while the other curled around her waist. He hugged her tight, burying his head into her hair for a while. “That can’t have been easy. No wonder this has been difficult for you. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed her back. This time with harder strokes designed more to soothe than to pleasure.
Her eyes filled with tears. York really seemed to care. His voice sounded rough with emotion. He was really sorry for what he had said. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not.” He pulled her away from him so that he could look at her. “I’m a serious dick for thinking the worst of you. I’m sorry!” He cursed. “You’re crying.”
“I’m not crying.” She sniffed. Her eyes might be filled with tears but none had spilled over yet so technically she wasn’t crying.
His eyes narrowed. “You are.” Using his thumb, he rubbed at the moisture that had gathered at the edge of her eye. “You must have really loved him. I can’t imagine how much you must miss him.”
As in, not so much.
“Stop. Please.”
York shook his head. “It hurts too much to talk of him…I understand.”
“No, it’s not that. You’re wrong. Totally off base.” It just slipped out.
“Wrong? What do mean by that?” he frowned.
The can of worms was already open, might as well let those suckers run free. “In hindsight my relationship with Sean, my husband, was not all that great. We were just going through the motions as a married couple. We didn’t have the best sexual relationship…we didn’t have the best relationship period. I just didn’t see it at the time.” She took a deep breath. “I found out some things after his death that made me realize that I didn’t know him nearly as well as I had always thought. I don’t miss him…not one tiny bit.”
York was frowning. “What did you find out?”
“You really don’t want to know. No one knows about it and I’d rather it stayed that way.” She bit down on her lower lip, hoping he would leave
it alone.
“I do want to know,” he whispered. “I really think you should tell me. I can see that you need to talk. You can’t let whatever it is stay inside you like this. I promise not to tell another living soul.” He touched his heart and she was oddly affected by the gesture.
“I found some receipts after his death. It turned out that Sean had a little gambling problem. Not only did he clean out our savings account, he also maxed out three credit cards. I’m buried under a ton of debt.”
Although York’s eyes darkened and his jaw tensed, he didn’t say anything.
After a long minute, she carried on. “I worked out that if I lived on beans, it would take me five years to pay it off at my current rate of pay. That’s why I’m here. I need a fresh start. I really need the money.” Her mind went to the credit card statements and phone text messages she had found and the feeling of betrayal hit her all over again like it had happened just yesterday.
“There’s more.” York took ahold of her hand and squeezed. “You can trust me with this.”
Cassidy licked her lips and nodded. “I had a long look at the credit card statements. I was trying so hard to decipher where all the money had gone. Trying to understand what Sean had been thinking. I suspected that there was more. It turned out that he had used the cards every week at a local club called ‘The Kitten’s Paws’. It was a standard two hundred dollar deduction every Thursday afternoon at around his lunch break. It made me curious so I went to check it out.” Her lip wobbled as she remembered the utter horror she had felt at her discovery. “The Kitten’s Paw is an escort agency. A really dirty, dingy one at that. After checking his cell phone, I found that he messaged one of his hookers every week to confirm their appointment. He bounced between three or four girls at the club.” She scrubbed a hand over her face.
“Forgive me.” York sounded unsure. “What is an escort agency? I am also not familiar with the term hooker.” His eyebrows drew together under his deep frown.
“He was paying a woman every week to have sex with him.”
“Why the fuck would he do that?”
She had to laugh at his response. “Why do men do the things that they do? Not only men, women can be just as bad.”
“He had you warming his bed yet he paid money to fuck someone else?” York shook his head. He looked both shocked and disgusted. “What an idiot.”
His words warmed her.
“I can tell you right now that if you were mine, I wouldn’t need anyone else.” A growled whisper so sincere that it had her holding her breath for a few seconds.
“Thank you.” It slipped out before she could stop it. It made her sound really pathetic.
“Why are you thanking me?” York looked confused.
“I don’t know…” She felt embarrassed to admit that he treated her better than any man ever had. Certainly better than Sean ever treated her.
York squeezed her hand. “You had better not be thanking me for what I just said.” His eyes travelled the length of her. “You are a sexy female, Cassidy. I should be thanking you and not the other way around.”
She couldn’t help but to smile, having to avert her eyes while she pulled herself together. “I can say thank you if I want to…you’re really sweet. I also want to thank you for the orgasm. It’s been a very long time since I had one and…” She bit down on her bottom lip. Her confidence, suddenly waning. “I enjoyed it very much.” She managed to squeak out the last, while hoping to god that she didn’t sound like a pathetic loser.
“How long has your poor excuse for a mate been dead?” His frown deepened and he actually looked angry when talking about Sean. It was probably just her imagination.
“Almost a year now. He died a few days after my birthday in a car accident.”
“A year is a very long time to go without coming.” His eyes were wide and his eyebrows were raised.
“It’s been a damn sight longer than a year.” she blurted, instantly regretting her big mouth. She wasn’t normally like this. There was something about York’s direct nature that brought the same out in her.
He frowned. “I thought you said your mate died a year ago?”
She pulled on a loose piece of thread on the blanket. “I also said that we didn’t have the best sexual relationship.”
York sat upright, dragging her with him. “Are you telling me that, not only did your dickhead mate fuck other females but he didn’t take care of you either? That he didn’t ensure that your needs were met?”
“You’re being too loud…we’re going to get busted.”
York cursed beneath his breath. “I’m sorry. It’s just that hearing about your relationship with him makes me really pissed. I know that it is wrong to speak badly of the dead but I think he is an idiot and a jerk. That he would rut other women but not with his own female just fucks me off.”
“We used to have sex at least once a week…it’s just that…well…he never made me…you know…cum.” She mumbled the last word, heat crept up her cheeks. “As in, not one time…ever.”
“You’ve never had an orgasm during sex. Is that what you are telling me?” Not only was his jaw clenched but a muscle ticked as well.
She shook her head, feeling mortified. Her face felt hot. Why was she telling him all of this?
York slid out of bed. Did knowing that she couldn’t have a g-spot orgasm turn him off? His dick was fully erect. It jutted from his body. So that didn’t seem like a reasonable explanation. He paced up and down twice before running a hand over his scalp.
Cassidy pulled the blanket around herself. “Why are you so angry?”
York returned to the bed, crouching down so that she would hear him. “It’s unacceptable that you have never had an orgasm during sex. How long were you mated?”
“Four years.”
His eyes rolled back in anger. They came back blazing. “Four years and you never came once?”
She shook her head. “He went down on me a few times after we first got married which was when I did orgasm but he didn’t like doing it.”
His jaw worked but he didn’t say anything.
Cassidy shrugged. “He called it carpet munching and often joked, saying that he wasn’t a damned vacuum cleaner. I guess that’s why I started waxing in the first place. Why am I telling you all of this? I don’t even know you.”
He smiled at her. “What you see is what you get. You know me well enough.” He rose to his feet. “Where is it?”
She felt herself frown. “What?”
“The contract that you signed. Please tell me you have a copy.”
Chapter 7
Her stunning green tinged eyes tracked him as he rose to his feet. An adorable frown took up residence on her face. “Why do you need the contract?”
“I want to take a look at that no sex clause. There has to be a way around it.”
Her frown deepened and she chewed on her full bottom lip, making him want a taste. This female was utter perfection. From her golden honey infused skin to the soft smattering of freckles that spilled over her nose onto her cheeks. “What do you mean? Why do you need to find a way around the clause?” Her chest rose and fell quickly, telling him that she knew the answer to that question.
Cassidy shook her head, pulling the blanket more closely around herself. It made him want to rip it from her. Curves like that should never be covered. Not fucking ever.
York looked at her pointedly, making sure that she would be able to read his desire for her. “I am going to make you come several times with my dick buried deep inside you. In order to make that happen, we need to find a way around that clause.”
Cassidy gasped. Her perfect lips rounded, reminding him of how perfect they had looked wrapped around his cock. It was a sight he would never tire of. One that he would think of often.
Her eyes flashed with anger. “I told you that I don’t need any pity orgasms. Thanks for everything but I think you should go now.” She suddenly looked sad. It made his gut churn.
Way to go, York. Talk about scaring a timid human away.
Her eyes flared and her mouth rounded out even more. Then the delicious scent of her arousal enveloped him and she swallowed hard. He was fucked if she wasn’t turned on right now. Not as timid as he thought. Damned if it didn’t make him harder for her.
Cassidy licked her lips and for a second time he was mesmerized as the pink little tip swept across her lips in a slow glide that made him bite back a moan.
“It’s in the top drawer of the dresser.”
She was some female and he had to have her.
Had. To.
One way or another. If there wasn’t a way around the clause, he would pay her out himself. York didn’t care about money. The coven was wealthy, which meant that he was wealthy. He would make sure that she received her payout fair and square. He meant what he had said, there was no way he could watch her walk away without having had her. He wasn’t lying when he said that he was selfish. In this, he was a selfish prick but this female had made him momentarily insane. At least, that’s what it felt like.
York pulled out the thick, heavy document.
It would take at least an hour to read through each and every clause. Fuck that! He tossed it back in the drawer. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded without hesitation and he felt something weird inside his chest. It was more than likely pride, yeah that’s what it was, pride that even after all that had happened she trusted him. He would not fail her. “Good,” he growled. “I guarantee that you will be paid out in full regardless of what happens. I will take the fall for this.” He put his hand against his chest. “You’re here for the money, right?”