by Wild, Cassie
The need to come twisted and rose inside me like a tidal wave, something that wanted to demolish and destroy, but I shoved it back, fought it back.
Abruptly, she arched her spine and her head dropped, shoulders falling to the mattress as she started to scream. Her hips pistoned in my hands, and I felt her orgasm, felt the hot, wet rush from her pussy as she came. Not all women could come from anal sex alone, but clearly, my hot, sexy doctor was one who could.
As she came apart in my hands, I let myself do the same, lunging against the soft curve of her ass, my hips slapping against her flesh again and again…until I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Twenty-Eight
Briar
I woke up dazed, sore, and with a smug smile on my face.
Cormac had called me prim in one of the messages he’d sent me.
More than a few people in my life had made similar references. Nobody had ever gone so far as to call me prissy, although I had been called straight-laced and the oh so clever goody-two-shoes before.
None of those descriptions described the complete and utter hoyden I’d been last night.
I hadn’t only told Cormac I was interested in the fantasies he’d described, I’d invited him over to carry them out.
And when he’d shown up, I hadn’t shied away.
I felt bruised from him, but in the very best of ways.
Rolling onto my side, I studied the man sleeping across from me. We’d made a mess of my bed, so after taking a shower, the two of us, grinning like drunken fools and leaning against each other, had moved to one of the guest bedrooms, this one just down the hall from my room. I’d finally broken down last week and furnished it, deciding no guest of mine would ever be delegated to the couch again. I hadn’t realized at the time that I’d be the first ‘guest’ to use it.
At the back of the house, this room faced the west, and the early morning sunlight didn’t reach the windows, so I had only faint light to see him by. It didn’t matter. I’d know his face anywhere. Reaching up, I traced my finger along his chin, then his jawline as I thought about how my life had changed since I’d met him.
It had changed—a lot.
I might have laid there pondering it all if my eyes hadn’t slid past him in the next moment and landed on the decorative clock hanging on the wall.
I bit back a curse and rolled out of the bed.
I was going to be late for work.
Shit.
* * *
I almost skipped showering.
I’d spent a good thirty minutes under the hot spray with Cormac during the night, but that had been just as much about lovemaking as it had been about washing up.
In the end, though, I knew I needed the shower to wash the cobwebs from my brain, so I compromised and twisted my hair up into a loose knot so it wouldn’t get wet, then ducked into the enclosure for three minutes. It was long enough to wake up my brain and wash my face, but that was about it.
My teeth were chattering as I rushed into my room, still towel-drying off. I slicked lotion on as I darted into the closet and dug up some clothes. I’d already packed my bag with a fresh pair of scrubs, so once I had my shoes on, I was ready to go.
I grabbed a sticky note and scrawled a goodbye on it for Cormac, then slapped it on the bathroom mirror in the guest bathroom, figuring that would be his first stop when he woke up.
Then I grabbed a breakfast bar and a cold-brew coffee drink from the fridge. As I headed for the front door, I checked my watch. If traffic didn’t suck, I might actually make it on time.
A smile of relief curled my lips as I locked up.
As I strode down the sidewalk to the driveway, my footsteps slowed.
A big, broad figure was standing on the pavement, leaning against my car, almost like he was waiting for me.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs, an odd, nervous warning blaring through my mind.
The charming smile I’d seen on his face when we’d first met was gone.
The man standing in front of me now looked grim and serious. And there was a glint in his dark eyes that filled me with more than a little caution. Casually, I adjusted my grip on my keys, instinctively seeking out the key fob that activated the silent alarm for the house. It was keyed into the house’s security system, and within minutes of me pressing it, cops would arrive.
You’re overreacting, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered.
But I didn’t lift my thumb away.
“Jerrel.”
“Ma’am.” He dipped his head in a polite nod and looked around. It was a casual action, but I couldn’t help noticing how his eyes seemed to take in everything.
My uneasiness grew.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, still leaning against my car. “I just…” He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a breath. “Shit, look. I don’t know how to say this, other than to just come out and say it, okay?”
“Say what?” I shook my head, confused.
“It’s about the guy you’re seeing.”
My heart started to pound hard and fast. “I know he was the man you were fighting with, Jerrel. He already told me.”
“That ain’t what this is about, Dr. Downing. That ain’t it at all.” He grimaced at me, then shrugged. “Not that it ain’t related. See, we got into that fight because I told him he needed to stop lying…” He muttered under his breath. “Fuck this shit. Look, that man’s been lying to you from the start. I don’t know exactly how you two hooked up, but he’s not being level with you.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I demanded.
Eyes snapping, Jerrel shoved off the car and took two steps toward me.
I backed away, and he immediately stopped in his tracks. “I’m talking about the fact that he works for the Castellanos family.”
“I…” I shook my head, even more confused. “What?”
“Come on, Briar.” Jerrel made a disbelieving snort under his breath. “I know what the Downings are involved in, okay? And I know about the Castellanos too. And Cormac MacTavish works for the Castellanos. After the shit their family tried to pull against yours not that long ago, I’d think you’d connect the dots a little quicker here.”
My mouth worked up and down, desperately trying to form a word. Finally, I managed, “Why are you here?”
He shrugged, his massive shoulders lifting almost to his ears. “None of this shit sat right with me, and I knew I couldn’t keep quiet about it any longer. I felt like I had to say something to you, so here I am.” He flung out his arms. “I did my part.”
As he turned around and walked off, I stumbled a few steps forward and all but fell against my car, the strength draining out of me.
Cormac…the man still in my bed.
He worked for the Castellanos?
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Cassie Wild
Cassie Wild loves romance. Ever since she was eight years old, she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels. In her spare time, she enjoys watching superhero movies, playing video games, reading tons of books all while cooking her favorite Italian meals.
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