by Ashley Beale
Unwrapping my legs from around him, he grabs at the button on my jeans, then pulls them down. My underwear meeting them on the floor right after. He pulls down his own jeans and pushes into me with so much force I actually whimper. He doesn't wait for me to adjust, he just pulls back and plows back into me, repeating it over and over.
I grab onto his arms, lifting my legs so I can meet his thrusts. His eyes bore into mine, making me feel submissive. I love it. The only noise that fills the air is our heaving breaths, his grunting, and my moaning. It doesn't take long before he starts to shake against me. He pulls away and releases his come all over my sex.
My body shakes with need of a release. He has never done anything like this before and I'm not sure what to think about it. He pulls back and grabs at my ankles, spreading me wide open to him. He stares down at me, his eyes devouring me in such a powerful way. He places one ankle on his shoulder as he leans down just a little. A finger runs along with my folds where his warm release is soaking into my skin.
He uses his fingers to push it into me. It's thrilling in the oddest of ways. His eyes meet mine and he smiles. "My come looks good on you." I swallow, not sure what to say.
He continues to push it inside me, rubbing his thumb on my clit. I'm soaking wet and my own release starts to surface again. I need to get off, I need to explode too. He continues fingering me, watching closely at what he is doing. "This pussy is mine, Cassie." His words give me just the right push and I start coming under his touch. He thrusts his fingers harder into me, mixing my release with his. I can hear a hungry growl deep in his throat as I scream out his name over and over.
When I'm done shaking he pulls his fingers away from me, putting them in his mouth. "Mm, we taste good together." Normally I'd think something like that would be disgusting, but it's actually thrilling in the most spectacular of ways.
"I love you Avery," I whisper, watching him watch me.
He leans down and kisses my lips. "I love you too, Angel." He pulls back, helping me stand up straight, then we both get dressed.
I quickly finish our supper so we can eat before it gets too cold. After a quick shower each, he brings me to the bedroom where instead of fucking, we make love.
Chapter Six
Avery's first fight happens to fall on Valentine's Day. It doesn't impress me but I go to it anyways. Aubrey and Mason join me, and they're both much more excited than me. I don't let my bitterness effect Avery though, I do my best to plaster a smile on my face and support him.
While standing around the dirty basement, I spot Austin and Madison. Seconds later Katie is standing beside them wearing next to nothing. I look down to my basic jeans and tee-shirt. She has a pretty great body which I envy, not that I'd admit it. Personally I think I have the better face, so I gloat to myself.
Aubrey nudges me and narrows her eyes in questioning. "What are you smiling about?"
I purse my lips together as I continue smiling. "Nothing. But uh, that there is that Katie girl I told you about." I don't point to her but I look in her direction and it doesn't take more than a second for Aubrey to know who it is.
She has met Austin and Madison a few times, since they're around Avery quite a bit, but I haven't seen much of Katie, so I haven't been able to show Aubrey yet. She laughs and rolls her eyes. "What a skank."
Pretty much.
Mouse gets on his little soapbox to announce the fight about to start. We get into our places and wait until he calls out Avery's name. He is fighting against someone named Spike. It isn't even his fighting name, it's his real name. He refuses to be called anything else, just Spike. According to Mason, Mouse was a little skeptical not giving him a fighting name like everyone else, but he is apparently a real good fighter and Mouse didn't want to lose him in the ring. That thought makes me twice as nervous.
Watching them come out and size up one another, I'm surprised to see Avery's opponent is almost a half foot taller. He is over six feet tall, I didn't think many people were taller than him, especially by more than an inch or two. I swallow back my fear so I can encourage my boyfriend. The fight begins and I bite at my nails. When Avery gets in a good punch, I yell out my excitement, but when he gets punched in return and is thrown to the ground, I turn away from the fight.
As I'm about to turn back around and face them once more, I spot someone in the back of the crowded room. Pierce's eyes burn into my own and I'm frozen in place. He doesn't smile or frown, he doesn't move or show any emotion, he just stares. At me. His eyes don't blink, nothing. I can't seem to do anything but stare at him as well. What is he doing here? And why is he watching me and not the fight? And why am I watching him when my boyfriend is fighting his first fight in months?
I exhale a necessary breath and turn back around. Avery doesn't notice anything and I'm relieved. I need him to concentrate on the fight, not on me or the man in the back.
I scream out in terror when Spike takes one last swing at Avery, knocking him out. Blood pours from Avery's mouth and nose. Mouse throws down the rag, then proceeds to announce Spike as the winner. I run into the circle and grab at Avery. He attempts to smile when his eyes open but then he flinches. Mason and Austin both come over and help him out. When he spits, I spot something just barely white come out of his mouth with all the blood. I look closer at the puddle and notice a tooth. I grimace and look back up to Avery who also spots his tooth.
His tongue feels around in his mouth and he notices where the empty spot is. He smiles at me and I see a bottom tooth to the right is missing. I wrap my arms softly around his waist and he pats my back. "Don't worry baby, I'll be okay. It was my first fight in a long while and that guy is better than I gave him credit for. I'll win next time."
Hearing the words 'next time' makes me pout but Avery can't see it. I'm glad he can't. I don't want to discourage him, even if right now my insides are spiraling out of control. I never want to see him get hit like that again.
We leave the warehouse after a few words from Mouse, as well as some friends and adoring fans. Katie even came up and gave him a hug. I bite down on my tongue, wanting to shove her away but I didn't. Avery just let her hug him but his hands stayed in the air, like he wasn't sure what to do. It made me smile, just a little.
Tonight we're spending the night at Avery's apartment. He said he was going to cook me a meal after the fight and he'd make the remainder of the night romantic, but as his eye and mouth swell and bruise, I decide it's not necessary. I just want him better. I get some ice out of his freezer the minute we get to his home, placing them inside a baggy, then I give it to him. He places the ice on his eye, where it obviously hurts the worse. He cringes for a second, then it remains there. Every few minutes he switches between his eye and mouth.
"What are you going to do about your tooth?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Get a fake one I guess. I'm sure it's the first of many. I'm actually surprised I haven't lost more."
I pout thinking about that. "Why don't you wear a mouth guard?"
He smiles which only causes me to pout more, knowing his mouth is in pain and I can't kiss it. It doesn't help matters seeing a socket instead of a tooth when his mouth is opened enough. "I don't need one. I don't normally let people get my face. When I was traveling around, I had to wear one, but honestly I like the feel of the raw hits. It's more real. I can't explain it, but I do like it."
"You're so weird," I tell him.
We cuddle on the couch and watch a new release I had rented earlier. Since he got his fight, I got a sappy romantic movie. He watches it with me while playing with my hair. We stayed cuddled up together for the remainder of the night.
When I wake up, it's in Avery's bed. I don't even remember falling asleep last night. He must have carried me in here. I feel guilty about that, knowing he was probably incredibly sore from his first fight in months. The spot next to me is empty.
I climb out of bed, using the bathroom before walking into the kitchen. It's empty here. His apartment is too small for him to b
e hiding out somewhere. I spot a note taped to the door.
Had to meet with Franklin this morning. Then dentist appt. Will call u later. Love you. -A
I have class in two hours anyways, so I decide to grab my things, lock up, and head on to my place. I get ready quickly and make it to school a little early. The talk of the fight surrounds me where ever I go. It's saddening because everyone is in shock of not only Avery coming back, but losing his first fight. I wish he would have won, but I know how it is. You can't always win, its part of the game.
After school I try calling Avery but he doesn't answer. Aubrey is going on a date with Mason tonight. Tomorrow is the day he plans on proposing, so tonight he wants to make sure there is no more tension between them. He stopped hanging around Morgan the second all the plans were set in stone last week. He and Aubrey seem to be doing a lot better already, but he just wants to double check their status before putting a ring on her finger.
There is one other thing that has been bothering me since yesterday, besides the fight and Avery loosing. It's the look I received from Pierce. The fact he was there, the fact he was watching me and not the fight. It's been eating at me so much I wasn't able to do my work today. I still haven't had the chance to apologize in person, so I do something I may regret, I drive to his work.
I haven't actually seen his office, but I know where he works because he has told me a dozen times. He should still be there, because last I knew he was putting in nearly sixty hours a week in hopes he'll be running the company in the next three years. His dad will only pass it on to him if he proves himself worthy.
Knowing I'll regret this, knowing I'm chancing things between Avery and I, knowing I'll probably leave in tears, I park outside Pierce's work and step out of my car. I have to take several deep breaths before I start walking, but I manage.
There is a desk just inside the door. The lady behind it smiles up at me and presses something on her headset. "Hi there, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm here to see Pierce Danielson please."
"Of course. Do you have an appointment?"
"Oh, um, no I don't. I'm just an old friend that needed to speak to him for a moment. If he is busy, I can just come back a different time." Although, I have a feeling I won't get the confidence to come back a different time.
She continues to smile at me before looking at the computer, scrolling down using her mouse. She looks to be reading something before she presses a few numbers on the phone and clicks the thing on her headset again. "Hi, Mr. Danielson, there is a lady here that says she is an old friend and just wants to speak with you. Your schedule is cleared for the remainder of the day, do you want me to send her in?" She pauses, waiting for his response, then she looks up to me.
Putting her hand over the microphone, she asks, "What did you say your name was?"
"I hadn't said. Um, it's Cassie." Her eyes widen for just a split second, letting me know she recognizes my name. That makes me twice as nervous.
"It's Cassie sir." Pause. "Okay, I'll send her up."
She clicks on her headset again and passes me something. I glance down at it and it's a pass that claims I'm a visitor. I clip it to my shirt and thank her. She tells me to get in the elevator and go to the third floor, then to enter the third room on the right. I do as she says.
Just as I'm outside the door, I inhale deeply. I start to question if this is a good idea or not. Heck, I know it's not a good idea, but I can't seem to move my feet. Not in either direction. I just stare at the door, willing myself to do something. Before I have a chance, the door opens and Pierce is taking up the entrance. "Cassie," he says my name in his husky voice. My heart starts going crazy.
I can't smile, I can barely understand what I'm doing. I just look at him and stare. He takes a step back before turning around and walking back around his desk, sitting in his tall leather chair. I slowly walk in, close the door, and take the seat across his desk. He watches me intently, not saying anything. He probably thinks I'm some kind of freak.
"What are you doing here Cass?" He doesn't sound impressed, not in the least. I have to remember, he approved me to come up here, so a part of him is okay with me being here. I think.
I chew on my lip a little while thinking of what to say. I hadn't planned that far ahead. I'm surprised with myself for even being in his office. My nerves are going crazy right now.
Finally, I start to speak the only words I can think to say. "I'm sorry Pierce."
He folds his arms, placing them down on his desk while he continues to stare at me. It's the same expression I saw on his face yesterday during the fight. "For what?"
For what? Is he kidding!
"You were helping me and I said some really mean things to you," I start to say. I inhale another deep breath, washing away my nerves with each exhale. "I hurt you, a lot, and I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you. I took my anger and panic and worries out on you, when you were being nothing more than a good friend. A great friend, actually. And I've wanted to apologize to you, but you weren't returning my calls or messages. After seeing you last night," I swallow my emotions, "I knew I needed to come do it in person."
He just watches me talk. The only time he does anything is when I called him a great friend and he slightly flinched. He didn't like being called only a friend. He was so much more than that, we were... lovers. We weren't friends but we weren't in a relationship, we were in the middle. A messy, confusing, passionate middle.
I stand up and turn to leave when he finally speaks. "Cassie, sit back down please."
Slowly I turn back to face him. He is leaning back in his chair, watching me watch him. I cautiously sit back down and don't say anything more.
With a small frustrated grunt, he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. "You hurt me a lot. I know you probably didn't mean to, but you did. I've tried to forgive you, I've tried to get over you, I've tried to move on, but it's impossible, all of it. I both hate you and adore you. I tortured myself last night. I knew you'd be there, cheering on Avery, but I went anyways. It killed me but it thrilled me seeing you again. I'm twenty two years old, I'm nearly running my own company, I can beat someone to a pulp, yet here I am, going crazy over some girl."
He shakes his head at me, getting angry. I'm not sure who he is angrier with, himself or me. I'm sure us both.
"I never deserved you Pierce. You were always too good for me, you always will be. Like you said, you're only twenty two and nearly running your own company. You have a heart of gold and you're fierce as can be. You're going to find someone that'll treat you the way you deserve."
He stands up, making me nervous all over again, especially when he walks around the desk and stands in front of me. I look up to him and nearly quiver in place. His hand runs down my jaw line then back to cup the side of my face. "Maybe I do, but maybe I don't want someone else."
I just keep staring, not daring myself to speak. Why does he always make me feel this way? It's not fair.
He leans down until he is mere inches from me. "I've slept with a lot of girls, I've fucked twins and cousins, I've had three girls in one night." Ouch, that hurts. "It doesn't matter if I have a blonde one day, a red head the next, it doesn't matter if I have an Asian in the morning and a sexy brunette at night." Wow, he is seriously trying to kill me. "None of it matters because every time I sleep with them, I'm picturing you."
I can feel his breath on my lips as the last few words leave his mouth. The last hurtful, confusing, unexpected words. I'm not sure if I should be jealous or mad, embarrassed or thrilled. I'm not sure what to think about any of those words. I'm all those things and more.
Before anything more is said, he ever so softly touches my lips with his own, then he backs away. I realize right then I'm gripping onto the arms of the chair, digging my nails into the fabric. He smiles in the smuggest of ways, then leans back against his desk.
"How does that make you feel Cassie? That I'm sleeping with dozens of women a week and picturing you as each and every
one of them?"
My voice is hoarse when I reluctantly answer him. "Nervous." It's the most honest answer I can give him without going into depth.
He licks at his lips and my underwear dampens. It shouldn't, I know that, but it does. Something about him always turns me on. Actually, not just something, everything about him. His sultry voice, his sexy features, his perfect smile, his rugged muscles.
"Nervous huh?" His voice takes on a whole new level of confidence. He walks around my chair until he is directly behind me. His lips are close to my ear, causing massive goosebumps all over. "I like making you nervous Cassandra."
Oh wow, he shouldn't say my full name, not in that whisper. Not that close to my ear. No, not at all.
His hand starts to pull hair away from my neck. I'm not able to tell him no, or get up and run, or anything. I shouldn't be here, I should have never came. I should have emailed him, sent him a letter, kept trying to call. I should have never came to his office, especially alone. It was a mistake, a big one.
His lips brush the back of my neck and a moan involuntarily leaves my mouth. Pierce seems excited by that as he licks at my neck then bites down on it. Another moan leaves, even though I attempt to stop it. I start gripping into the arms of the chair once more and I have to squeeze my legs together.
He blows where he just licked, making all my tiny hairs stand on end. He is such a tease and I'm slowly losing all concentration. All thoughts and reasoning go out the window. I relax into his soft kisses, which make their way down my neck and onto my shoulder. He nibbles on my ear, sticking his tongue inside before sucking on the lobe. I shiver with excitement.
"You miss this, don't you Cassie?" He keeps repeating my name, and each time he does, my heart hammers a little harder. I'm going to end up having a heart attack at this point.
I don't say anything, I don't move. I just sit here and allow him to do things with his mouth he isn't supposed to do. His finger runs down my arm, then back up, repeating one more time. His mouth continues raining the lightest of kisses on my neck.