“Can you sober up enough to remember it tomorrow?”
“I think I can manage that,” she tells me.
I give her a grin. “And can I treat you like a hussy after?”
She bites her bottom lip as her eyes fill with lust. “Only if it’s hard and fast and ends with me screaming your name.”
And that right there is why this woman drives me insane. I stare right back at her while my mind fills with all the bad things I want to do to her.
“Oh my god, would you two stop. I mean, unless you’re planning on including me then this is just mean.”
My eyes flick to Brianna because well, I’m a man and she mentioned a threesome. I raise my eyebrows in question. I mean, only if Cass was down for it but then again, I’m not sure I like the idea of anyone else seeing Cass in that way.
“Ugh,” Cass complains and I’m pretty sure she even stomps her foot. “I know you two are sort of the king and Queen of threesomes around here. But I don’t share.”
I walk right up into her personal space and whisper in her ear. “You will never have to share with me.”
Her eyes immediately whip up to meet mine and I see the millions of questions behind those beautiful eyes but I don’t give her a chance to voice them. “Go and get dressed,” I tell her, sending her on her way with a smack to that perfectly plump ass before dropping into the lounge and flicking on ESPN.
She lets out a frustrated groan, knowing I’m holding something back but does what she is told. Bri sits and watches for a while before a gleam appears in her eyes and she disappears from the room.
I don’t have time to dwell on it before Cass comes down the hallway looking like an absolute goddess. She wears a black dress that clings to her body and dips low between her breasts, making my mouth water and matches it with strappy black high heels.
“Fuck me,” I whisper as she struts past me.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Jax,” she says like the little seductress she is.
“No, you most certainly are not,” I agree as I follow her to the door. I reach around her and open the door like any well-behaved gentleman and offer my arm as I help her to my truck, because let’s face it, her father would bust my balls if I didn’t.
“Where are we going?” She asks as I climb into my truck and start the engine. I give her a pointed look before turning back to the road. “Right, ok. I get it.” She scoffs, once again annoyed to be held back from her answers.
I drive along and her eyes light up when I pull into the parking lot of her favourite Italian restaurant. She looks over at me and gives me a knowing smile before grabbing her purse and hoping out. I meet her at the top of my truck and silently lace my fingers through hers.
I lead her through the door and to our table. “You booked?”
“Yes,” I grin, knowing where she is going with this.
“You’ve never booked a restaurant in your life,” she muses.
I pull out her chair and help her in before heading around and sitting before her. I order her a glass of wine and get myself a beer so the waiter can scamper off.
“What’s all this about?” she asks.
“Can’t we just enjoy dinner together?”
“No,” she scoffs. “You have an ulterior motive or… I don’t know,” she says.
“I haven’t seen you in three years. Is it too much for me to want to spend time with you?”
She considers it for a moment but gives up her line of questing with a slight nod.
The waiter comes around with our drinks and takes our dinner orders. “Tell me about New York?” I ask as we wait for dinner.
“You really want to know about that?” She asks, nervously.
“Yeah, I do,” I admit. “We used to be together every day. Not a thing happened in your life that I didn’t know about, so yeah, even though it sucked that you weren’t around, I still feel like I need to know every detail about your life.”
“Ok,” she says before launching into her spiel of her life over the past three years. She tells me about her dorm mate for the first year and the apartment she moved into after that. The friends she made and the ones she regrets. We sit at the table for hours filling each other in on the ins and outs of our lives before the restaurant staff starts giving us dirty looks to vacate the table.
“Come on,” I say, walking around and helping her from her chair. I settle the bill and lead her outside where we walk down past my truck and to a little park.
A tiny little smirk plays over her lips and I can’t help but ask, “What?”
She grins up at me. “I was just remembering that time I was in my first bikini and you were perving on me from your bedroom window like a little peeking Tom.”
“Ha,” I laugh. “Babe, it wasn’t the bikini that had me gawking,” I explain. “It was the first time I noticed you had boobs.” She rolls her eyes but I continue, “I swear, it went from like nothing to something pretty damn fast.”
“Shut up,” she says, nailing me in the ribs.
“That’s not even the worst I did,” I admit.
Her eyes narrow on me. “Spill.”
I grin as I recap the story. “We were maybe 16 or 17 and I’d gotten home from Hockey Camp a bit early so I snuck over but you were in the shower with the door cracked.” She narrows her eyes in suspicion, clearly wondering where the hell this could be going, after all, we used to shower together all the time. I continue on, “You were touching yourself and moaning.”
“What?” she shrieks, completely embarrassed. “Tell me you left?”
“Hell no,” I scoff. “I pushed the door open, real slow so you wouldn’t notice, dropped my shorts, sat on the edge of your bed and jacked off while I watched the show.”
“Jax,” she whines, “You didn’t.”
“Babe, I would never lie about you touching yourself. It was like pure heaven.” She ducks her head under my arm and refuses to meet my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I tell her. “You used to perform for me all the time. I loved it.”
She groans out my name once again and I can’t help but laugh, which apparently, she doesn’t appreciate.
I curl her more firmly under my arm as we find a bench that looks out over a small pond and take a seat.
I pull her into my lap and she leans into me. “Thanks for dinner,” she murmurs as she turns her head into my neck and kisses me softly. That’s not enough for me though. I reach up and take her face in my hands and gently raise her chin until we are eye to eye. I pull her into me and kiss her, letting my feelings show through.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as she pulls back. “I should have done this weeks ago.”
She closes her eyes for a brief moment as if taking relief in my words. She drops her forehead to mine “It’s ok,” she tells me. “You needed time. I hurt you. I get it.”
“I missed you, Cass.” I breathe. “I’ve known since I was a kid that I can’t live without you and I don’t know why I believed I could do it now. I was stupid and stubborn, I should have gone after you and brought you home.”
“No,” she demands. “I didn’t deserve that. I left. I was the one who made the mistake and let my pride get the best of me. I hate myself for putting you through that but I promise, Jax, I’ll never hurt you like that again,” she says as a tear runs down her cheek.
I pull her into me. “I know,” I say and realise that I truly believe it. The Cass that I grew up with and fell in love with has come back to me. She has managed to somehow look past my reputation to see that the old me was still in there, dying for her to find me and now, as I watch her pouring her heart out to me I know I don’t have to wait for her to earn my trust, she already has it.
“I love you, Jax,” she murmurs into me. “I’ve never stopped.”
I hold onto her just that bit tighter as her words wrap around me. “I know,” I tell her. “I love you, too.”
She pulls back slightly and now I can see the tears falling from those eyes, though I’m pretty
sure these are tears of joy. She wipes her eyes with the back of her arm and once again tells me how sorry she is. I hold her until the tears have run their course.
“You really haven’t been with anyone else since that day in class?” she asks a little sheepishly.
“No babe,” I tell her and let her in on the truth, not really knowing how she might take it. “The reason behind the girls was that when I was with them, it gave me a break from thinking about you. The triplets disappeared right after you did and it was like I was abandoned by my family. I suddenly had this massive void and no idea how to fix it. I sulked around for ages until I realised that I could dull the pain with alcohol and sex, it never lasted long but at least it helped. It was never the same though, there was never a connection, not like there is with us.”
She sits in silence, taking it all in before looking back up at me with a frown. “I guess it’s just weird knowing that most the girls on campus have been with you.”
I can’t help but grin. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
She rolls her eyes but her own grin shortly takes over. “Shut up,” she laughs as she tries to swat me away.
And just like that, the final piece of the puzzle falls right into place.
“Come on, babe. Let me take you home,” I say trying to get up only to be stopped by a very stubborn Cass.
“Wait,” she says, looking around the park before continuing. “I sort of did something today,” she tells me.
I watch her through narrowed eyes. “What?” I ask suspiciously.
She looks around again, probably making sure we are alone before adjusting herself on my lap into a straddling position. She comes up on her knees and swiftly pulls up her dress before lowering her ass back to my lap. She gives an embarrassed cringe before pulling her dress up a little higher and pulling down the edge of her panties, revealing a bandage just inside her lower hip.
Oh jeez. This is not what I think it is.
“Hold my dress,” she requests. I do as I’m told and she reaches for the bandage and slowly peels it off. A grin crosses my face before she has even finished. A tattoo reading ‘Jax’ in cursive writing rests on her inner hip, in a place where only I would ever see. “Do you like it?” she asks, nervously.
“Fuck babe. I love it,” I laugh. “I mean, I’m kind of stunned but… Fuck.”
“It’s super cheesy but I wanted to do something to prove to you that you’re my forever.”
With that I crush my lips to hers, letting go of her dress. She gasps as she hastily tries to stick the bandage back on while keeping up with my lips. With her dress still sitting around her hips, I do the one thing any man would do in my position.
My hand comes down between us and instantly slips into her panties while her hands work to undo my belt buckle. Within moments she is pulling me out of my underwear and going to town. Needing to be inside her and feel her heat all over me, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in closer.
She instantly raises up and guides herself on top of me before dropping down and giving us both the relief that we’re desperately craving.
She rides me like a seasoned pro and before I know it, she is exploding all around me. Her inner walls clenching down on me, claiming me as her own. I thrust up once then twice and find that same release with a groan.
Her head drops to my shoulder and my hand roams up and down her back. “Holy shit, Cass, you’re amazing,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers in agreement.
“Alright, babe,” I say after a few minutes. “Let me take you home so we can do that all over again.”
“Ok, yeah,” she agrees too quickly. “I need new panties,” she explains then continues at my blank stare, “no condom.”
“Ah, right,” I say as understanding dawns on me. I scoop her up in my arms and walk her back to my truck. I put her in and she cringes as she sits down. I chuckle as I make my way to my side and get in to drive her home.
“Speaking of panties,” she says as I reverse out of the parking spot. “You didn’t steal my black lacey ones, did you?”
I stop the car in the middle of the quiet road. “Babe, the rush is in seeing you in the panties and then watching them slide down those legs of yours. I’m sorry to tell you, but I don’t get off by pocketing them afterward.”
“Damn. I kind of hoped you did, at least then I’d know where they are,” she sighs.
“You better not have lost those ones,” I demand. “They’re my favourite.”
“Sorry,” she shrugs apologetic, “They’re definitely gone. I’ve looked everywhere. Some dirty fucker must have stolen them.”
I know she is joking but the thought of some creep stealing her underwear has me furious inside. She reaches over the centre console and laces my fingers through hers suddenly making all thoughts of creeps and underwear disappear from my mind.
It’s not long before we’re pulling into her street and she recognises the black truck in her driveway. “Shit,” she groans. “Tell me that is not Carter?”
“Maybe he got lost on his way to Sluts’R’Us?” I suggest.
“He could have always called you for directions,” she throws back at me with a sexy as hell sparkle in her eye.
“Touché,” I laugh as I pull up beside Carter’s truck.
“Let’s just hope he is here to see me and not Bri,” she murmurs as she jumps out of my truck.
“Doubt it,” I scoff. “It’s after eleven at night.”
“Fuck…” she moans as she pushes her way through the door. “Carter Thomas Waters, get your ass out here now and make sure it is clothed,” she calls through the house.
I hear laughter coming from the hallway and have to stifle my own.
Carter comes into view with a half-naked Bri behind him. He works on the button of his jeans and it’s damn obvious what has just gone down. Unsurprisingly, Cass immediately lays into him. “What the hell are you doing? I told you none of my girlfriends.”
Oh jeez. This is going to be entertaining. I take a seat and get comfortable for the show.
Chapter 17
Cassie
I am beyond furious. I can’t believe these two. Carter looks at me with a lazy grin. “What’d you expect?” he says with a shrug.
“Are you serious, you massive manwhore? I hope you thoroughly enjoyed yourself because it won’t be happening again.” I screech.
“Well, yeah actually, thanks for asking,” he says. “I’m extremely satisfied. Why didn’t you tell me she was such a little spitfire? I would have been here weeks ago.”
“WHAT?” I yell at him momentarily stumped. “What?”
He gives me another lazy shrug before heading to the kitchen and coming out with a beer for himself and Jax.
I turn my attention to Bri and give her the look of death. “You. I should have known better,” I accuse as I storm right up to the little minx. “What do you have to say for yourself, you skank whore?”
“Hey,” she laughs. “This is all your fault.”
Jaxon’s laughter in the background has me slipping closer and closer to the edge. “How the hell does this STD fest have anything to do with me?”
“You left your phone here. He called. I answered. It’s simple really,” she explains, falling on the couch beside Carter.
“Oh my god. You two have some serious making up to do to me,” I demand.
“Righto,” Carter scoffs.
“Argh,” I groan as I flop into a chair that is well away from everyone, cross my arms over my chest and sulk.
They all ignore me as they question Jax about what the hell is going on between us and I have the need to tell Carter that Jax just screwed me in the park just to annoy him, but on second thought, I just might keep that detail to myself.
“Oh, hey,” I hear Jax pipe up. “While you’re here, can you give me a hand with something?”
Carter mumbles a 'yeah' and they get up and head out to Jax’s truck. My eyes narrow on their retreating bodies h
aving absolutely no idea what Jax could be up to. I’m not left wondering for long as they march back in, piled high with all my recording things, keyboard, and everything.
“Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I question Jax as Bri stares after him, utterly confused.
“I’m setting this shit up,” he responds. “Where do you want it?”
“I don’t want it,” I snap.
He ignores me and makes the executive decision to set it all up in the dining room.
Bri comes up beside me and looks at me with narrowed, curious eyes. “Why the hell is Jax setting up a recording studio in our dining room?” she asks.
With a sigh, I leave her gaping at the boys and grab my laptop. I take a seat at the table and invite her next to me while the boys continue their work. I power up my laptop and jump straight on the internet to find YouTube. I type in my name and locate my page and silently turn the laptop towards Bri.
She looks at it with her mouth hanging open and I know without a doubt she is taking in the hundreds of videos and probably noticing the three hundred thousand followers.
“You going to start explaining yourself?” she demands as she begins to scroll.
With a sigh, I let it all out. “I’m a bit of a singer, or at least I used to be,” I tell her and get a scoff from each of the boys. I ignore them and continue with my explanation. “Growing up, I was always singing so mum threw me head first into music lessons and I absolutely loved it, it’s one of my few passions. So when I was about fourteen, I started videoing-”
“Fuck,” she screeches cutting me off. “You have half a million followers.”
“Really?” I ask. “Last I checked there was half that.”
She lets out an impressive scoff and I get back to my explanation. “As I was saying, I started videoing some covers and Jax created a YouTube page and started posting them, even though I had absolutely no idea.”
“Ha,” she laughs. “Typical freaking men.”
I grin but continue on with my story. “I sang for me because it made me happy but the boys were always pushing me to make a career out of it. By the time I came across the page, I already had thousands of followers and the boys gave me no choice but to go along with it, so every few days, I’d record another cover and Jax would post it.”
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