He laughed. “No, ours is better, but you’d be finding that out right about now if you’d come home with us like you were supposed to. I’m impressed that you were able to lose Cas so easily. Not many people could do that, and believe me, lots have tried.”
I passed him a cup without replying and hoisted myself up onto the worktop, wrapping my fingers around the cup in my hands. “Out of interest, on a scale from zero to really pissed, how was he?”
Sam grinned at me and sipped his coffee. “Oh, I’d say he was absolutely fuming.”
I smiled to myself and took a drink, watching Sam wrinkle his nose as he took another. “Sorry, I’d offer you milk and sugar, but I don’t have any. I drink mine black.”
He smiled at me. “Like the Italians?”
“Like my soul.” I laughed as he spat out the sip he’d just taken. He wiped his mouth and set the cup down on the draining board.
“So, what do we do now?”
I glared at him. “I’m not going anywhere with Cas.”
Sam sighed. “You really hate him, huh?”
“Understatement.”
“What’s with the furniture?” Sam asked, turning in the direction of the hallway.
I shrugged. “When I got home, someone had broken in. I locked the door again but wanted to take precautions in case they came back while I was asleep.”
“What?” He stared at me in shock.
“What? It worked, didn’t it? You couldn’t get in.”
He shook his head. “Faith, I’m a hundred and fifty pound surfer whose only skill is to get fluffier. There are magic users out there that could literally unlock your door and float the furniture away without breaking a sweat. If they’d have come back, you’d have been in serious trouble.”
I stared at him. “I didn’t think of that.”
He sighed and stood in front of me. Taking my cup and putting it down on the side, he clutched my hands in his. “Faith, please come back with me. Forget about Cas, I get it, he can be an asshole. But I’ll be there the whole time, and the other two guys we live with are sweethearts.”
“Sweethearts, huh?” I arched one eyebrow.
“Wait until you meet them.”
I took a deep breath. “Urgh, I just... really don’t want to see Cas again.”
“I get it.” Sam moved forward, and I suddenly became aware that he was very close. His sky-blue eyes held mine. “On the other hand…” He laid his palms on my bare knees and gently pushed them apart, stepping between them. “I believe you said you wanted to see me again. That you wanted to continue where we left off.” My lips parted involuntarily, and he leaned in, brushing his mouth against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the hot flick of his tongue over my bottom lip. He pulled away, trailing his lips along my jawline to whisper into my ear. “I believe we were about here?”
“I believe you may be right,” I answered. I slid my hands into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. His kiss was deep and sensual as he gently explored my mouth with his tongue, entwining it with mine. My arms snaked around his neck, and I shivered slightly at the feel of his hands stroking down my back. His scent and taste were intoxicating, and I pulled him closer, feeling him press against my core.
His kiss became more demanding. He pulled back for a moment, grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, and drew it over my head. His hands settled on my waist, then as he kissed me again, they travelled up my rib cage to cup my breasts. I moaned quietly and tugged at his shirt, not stopping to undo the buttons but simply dragging it off. He pulled me closer, and I relished the sensation of having his hot, smooth skin against me. He held me like that as his lips moved over the delicate skin of my neck, then he tipped me backwards, one arm sliding around my waist to support me. He dropped his head, and I moaned louder as I felt his mouth fasten onto one of my nipples. His tongue flicked back and forth over it, sending small waves of pleasure straight to the building heat between my thighs. His free hand found my other breast, and he teased and pinched my other nipple until I was panting heavily for him. I threaded my fingers into his hair and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He released my nipple and raised his head to crush his lips against mine again. Both hands fell to slide under my ass, and then he lifted me, pulling me hard against him. I moaned into his mouth as I felt the roughness of his jeans and the hardness of his cock rub against the thin cotton of my underwear. I dropped my hands to his belt, fumbling as I fought with the buckle. He shifted away slightly, breaking the kiss, and undid it himself, shoving both his jeans and his briefs to the floor. My eyes dropped to his rigid cock, and I ran my tongue over my lips. Sam grasped my chin, and he pulled it up to face him, his blue eyes boring into mine.
“I’ve spent all night thinking of you and me in that alley.” Reaching between us, he slowly dragged his fingers across my cleft, spreading the wetness over my lips.
I took a deep breath. “Really? And what, exactly, were you thinking about?” His other hand brushed the hair away from my neck, and he leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear as his fingers tenderly moved back and forth, teasing me.
“I was imagining lifting you up, much like this, and pressing you against the wall.”
His fingers increased their pressure, gliding back and forth over my clit before dipping into my entrance ever so slightly to dampen them. I was breathing heavily now, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. I felt a single finger slide deeper inside me, and I moaned, pushing against him in a silent plea. He chuckled softly and slid a second finger into my channel, moving in and out and curling up at just the right spot. He buried his face in my hair.
“I imagined you wet and moaning, just like this…” He curled his fingers again and again, and I bucked below him, crying out.
“Sam... Shit, Sam…” I could feel the climax rising within me, but suddenly, his fingers slipped away, and I almost growled in protest.
“Do you have any protection?”
I took a shaky breath and nodded, slipping my hand down to pull open one of the kitchen drawers where I knew I had a few stashed. I heard a quick rustle of a wrapper, and then I felt his fingers slide inside me again, his thumb circling gently over my clit in some kind of slow torture. It didn’t take him long to get me going again, and I pushed my pussy against him, feeling myself slide over the damp worktop. For some reason, the thought made me hot as hell, and I felt the pleasure crest. He pulled his fingers away again, just at the last moment, and I opened my eyes in disbelief, only to feel the head of his cock pressing against my core. With one thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. The feel of him stretching me tipped me right over the edge, and I cried out his name as the release rushed through me. He slowly moved in and out all the while, never taking his eyes off my face, making it last as long as he could.
My eyes fixed on his as my breathing finally started to slow, and he smiled, bending down to kiss me gently. “That’s kind of what I had in mind.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Kind of? What else were you thinking?”
He grinned at me, still leisurely moving his hard cock back and forth. It was amazing and infuriating at the same time, and I wanted more. “I was thinking something along the lines of this…” He pulled my ass forward, so I slid straight off the counter. As my feet hit the floor, my knees started to buckle, but his arms wrapped around me, and in one movement, he turned me around and pushed my torso flat onto the worktop.
I felt the cold surface against my breasts, and I shivered until he pushed his cock into me again. His strong hands fastened onto my hips, and I gripped the edge of the worktop as I felt his weight press into me from behind. He moved slowly, filling me completely, and I pushed back against him. He gripped my hips, slowing me down, but I wasn’t in the mood for delayed gratification.
“Something the matter?”
I could hear the grin in his voice, and he shifted his hips, changing the angle of his dick.
I inhaled sharply at the change in sensation. “I
want…”
“What do you want?” he prompted, leaning in closer, his chest warm on my back and his breath hot on my neck. His whole body felt hot, as though he was burning with fever.
“I want... you to…” I gasped as his hand found its way to my clit and settled there, the heel of his palm rubbing gently against it.
“You want me to what?” He stilled. I released a frustrated sigh, tossed my hair over my shoulder, and twisted to look back at him. His cocky grin was still on his gorgeous face, even as he slid deeply into me again.
My eyes locked onto his. “I want you to stop pretending to fuck me, and just fuck me.”
His eyes darkened, and his grin changed to a different kind of smile altogether. “Oh, baby girl, you’ve got it.” He tangled his hand in my hair, gripping onto the strands and forcing my head down. I felt his fingers dig into my hip, and then he slammed into me with such force, I cried out. He didn’t hesitate. Again and again, he drove into my core, his hand falling from my hair to caress my clit as he fucked me hard and fast. I felt the force as his body collided with mine, felt my thighs strike the cupboards in front of me. I knew I’d be bruised, but I couldn’t have cared less. I felt the heat rising inside me again, driving higher at the feeling of him losing control, and I moaned loudly as I felt my climax approaching.
“Sam, Sam, fuck... Oh yes, fuck!” My words seemed to inflame something inside him, because he lost all restraint and pounded into me. I gasped, feeling myself tense around his cock, and he groaned.
“Oh fuck, baby girl... come for me.” He slid his arm under my shoulders, pulled me up against him, and turned my head to take my mouth with his. The heel of his hand was relentless on my clit, and he sank his fingers into me, rubbing against his cock. With one more deep thrust, I came, screaming into his mouth with the force of my climax.
“Fuck!” He shuddered, thrusting harder as my muscles tightened around him. Sam gasped as he spilled his release. He took a couple of breaths, then turned me around and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on top of my head.
“Well,” I rasped when I could get the words out, “maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t do that in the alley. We definitely would have been arrested.”
Chapter Seven
CAS
She still slept on her front. Her face was buried into the pillow in such a way that I was always amazed she could breathe. I’d always found that odd, considering the fact that she hated small spaces, but I loved the way her red hair tumbled over her face and her bare arms stretched over the pillow to the top of the bed. The white shirt Sam had lent her earlier that night clung to her curves, and the sheets twisted around her like some endless toga, probably from her tossing and turning. I’d heard her call out a few times in the night, and I’d desperately wanted to get up and go to her, knowing she was dreaming. Memories had stopped me.
When we’d dated, I’d mentioned her nightmares a couple of times, and she’d brushed them off, obviously not wanting to discuss it. I’d tried not to mention it again, ignoring the nights she thrashed around in her sleep and I’d had to wake her. She started drinking heavily in the evenings, and when I’d mentioned that, she’d got angry with me. I’d even tried leaving a leaflet for the AA in her jacket pocket. That really hadn’t gone down well. We’d fought, then made love, and she’d woken me in the night, tossing, turning, and moaning as if she were in pain. When she’d started to scream in a way that seemed to rip my heart out of my chest, I’d tried again and again to wake her, but I couldn’t. She’d carried on screaming until finally, out of desperation, I’d slapped her across the face. She’d woken then, kind of. Her eyes opened and the screaming stopped. She’d sat up and drawn her knees against her chest, staring off into the darkness. I’d tried to make her talk to me, even look at me, but she wouldn’t. Eventually, I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close until the sun started to rise. When the morning sunlight fell on her face, she got out of bed, dressed, and left without saying a word or even looking at me. It was only a couple of weeks later when the shit had hit the fan, and everything was suddenly over between us.
That was five years ago, and now here she was, in my bed and my life again. Unable to stop myself, I knelt down next to the bed, setting the coffee cup on the bedside table. Black and unsweetened, just how she liked it. I reached over and gently brushed her hair away from her face, which was turned slightly towards me. Her emerald eyes fluttered, and I smiled at the smudged eyeliner that ringed them like some kind of cute yet deadly panda. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, and I brushed more of her hair back. She started to stir, and her lips moved slightly, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear. She frowned, whimpering as though she was in pain. I put my hand on her arm, gently trying to shake her awake without startling her. She moved a little, and the sheets that were tangled around her legs tightened. Her emerald eyes flew open, and she gasped and strained at the sheets. I reached across and tugged them free. Her long, slender bare legs stretched out as she revelled in her freedom, then she looked up and seemed to notice me for the first time. Faith sat up quickly, snatching at the sheets to pull them over her legs.
“Cas! What are you doing in here?”
I grinned and ran a finger along her shoulder and down her arm, twisting a lock of her hair around it. “Don’t worry, Peaches, I’ve seen it all before.”
“Urgh, seriously, don’t start calling me that again. And stop looking at me like that. What the hell were you doing in here this early anyway? Taken up perving in your old age, have you?”
I shrugged. “You never minded me looking at you before. In fact, I remember when you—”
“Okay, okay, don’t remind me. Well, now that you’ve had a good look, you can just piss off back to... whatever you were doing. Or maybe you need to go and have some alone time with your right hand? Don’t let me stop you.”
My anger flared. Dammit, why did she always have to go for me with a nasty remark? My eyes dropped to her gorgeous lips, curved in a sneer. Flicking my wrist around, I fisted a thick wad of her hair and pulled her face close to mine. She braced her hands on my chest, and I felt my cock twitch at the feel of her hands on me.
“Ow! Leave off, you psycho!”
I leaned in closer to her. “Don’t push me, Peaches,” I growled in her ear. She stopped struggling and stared straight into my eyes, her green gaze full of defiance.
“Or what?”
I grinned, loving it when she challenged me. I brought my other hand up and ran my finger down one side of her face, enjoying the softness of her smooth skin. I imagined pressing my lips against her cheek and brushing them along her jawline and down her throat as she tipped her head back... This is a really bad idea.
“Or... fuck it,” I cursed, and pressed my mouth to hers, slipping both of my hands into her hair and holding her in place. My tongue explored her sweet mouth as I pulled her close. I felt her melt against me, her soft body moulding to mine, and then I felt her stiffen and push against my chest, shoving me away. I stared at her, my heart racing, my breathing unsteady. I could see by the rise and fall of her breasts under her grey T-shirt that her breathing was just as rough. She stared back at me, and then she raised her hands. I flinched, expecting her to slap me, which I probably deserved, but she wrapped her arms round my neck and pulled me down to kiss her again. That was all the control she got. I pushed her down onto the bed, crushing her into the mattress. Her thighs parted to let me lie between them, and I pulled one of her ankles up, wrapped her leg around my waist, and pushed my growing hardness against the thin barrier of her panties. She moaned into my mouth, and the sound filled me with the need to touch every inch of her to remember every detail of her sinful body. I slid my hand inside her shirt, cupping the round softness of her breast and rubbing my thumb over her nipple. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, rubbing her core along my shaft. I dragged my mouth away from hers and trailed my lips along her jaw and down her throat,
breathing in the cinnamon scent of her hair. I pushed away the thought that being with her again felt like coming home.
“God, Faith, I’ve missed you.”
She froze instantly. What the fuck? She pushed me up, and I moved back, confused. As I did, she slid out from under me and climbed out of the bed, pulling her shirt down and spinning away from me.
“Faith?” I didn’t trust myself to turn around.
“Sam will be wondering what we’re up to. You should go, and I’ll get dressed.”
“Faith, what the hell—”
“I’m really not in the mood for any of your moves, Cas. Like I said before, I think you and your right hand could do with a bit of alone time.”
“Bitch.” She might as well have slapped me. I hated her like this. Hot and cold. I never knew where I fucking stood. I scrambled off the bed, and she turned around. Her eyes travelled down my body to my cock, which was still visible through my sweatpants.
“Yeah, a bitch you were trying to bed thirty seconds ago. Don’t be so desperate, Cas, it’s a real turnoff.” She turned and walked into the en suite bathroom, locking the door behind her. I smiled bitterly at the thought that a lock couldn’t keep me out. If I wanted to break down the door, it wouldn’t take much of an effort to smash my way through it. As much as driving my fist into the door appealed to me right now, I wasn’t in the habit of being violent towards women. I turned and stalked out of the room, suppressing the admittedly immature impulse to slam the door behind me in my temper, and headed towards the small gym on the lower floor. No, violence towards women was not something I entertained, but violence towards a punching bag, however, was exactly what I needed right now.
Chapter Eight
FAITH
Fucking bastard. Why’d he have to say that and ruin it? What happened to a good hate fuck when you needed some stress relief? I rolled my shoulders, trying to get rid of an annoying tingling sensation in my shoulder blades. They weren’t the only thing tingling either, and I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to rid myself of the feeling. Since the surprisingly good time I’d had with Sam last night, my libido seemed to have ramped up a notch. Hence the temptation to indulge myself with Cas, despite the fact that I still hated his guts. He might be an asshole, but he’d always been a damn good fuck.
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