Vested Interest (Flynn Family Book 3)

by Kayt Miller

  “Roommates?”

  “Yeah, I assume you’ve got roommates in a place like this. What’ve you got here, three bedrooms?”

  “Uh huh.” Why would he assume I had roommates?

  “Shit, I didn’t even know you’d moved until…”

  “Until what?”

  “Uh, until I checked on your address. I thought you still lived on the south side.”

  He knew I’d moved. I took a couple days off to get it done. “Well, you were just starting to see Jennifer. I think you were pre-occupied with her.” It’s the truth.

  I watch him pretend to shiver. “Don't remind me. Oh, she came to my office a few weeks ago saying she was there to congratulate me.”

  I let out a snort. The woman is pure vitriol.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought too. She wanted to get her hands on the Alte Frau money.”

  “But, that money…”

  “Yeah, came in after the divorce was final. My attorney is working on it.”

  “I hope she doesn’t get any of it.”

  He looks at me with curiosity. He nods and sits on my sofa. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of beer and glass. I remove a wine glass from my cupboard and pour myself a glass of Chardonnay. Back in my little sitting room, I hand David his beer, and he shakes away the glass. I knew he’d do that, but it’s bad manners not to bring a glass.

  “So, you live here alone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you subletting the place?”

  “No.”

  “You own it?”

  “I do.”

  “But, how?”

  “How what? You want to know how to go about purchasing a property? Well, first, you hire a real estate agent, next you…” I say mockingly.

  “Smart ass.” He grumbles. “This place has to be half a million bucks.”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but it was $725,000. Now, tell me the reason for the visit. What about Beranger Aeronautics.” I know he wants more information about my home, but I’m not giving him any.

  “Well, about a week ago, Lester was in my office digging through my desk.”

  “Good luck finding anything on your desk, “ I chuckle. “You’re a slob. Wait. You saw him do it?”

  “I wasn’t there. My cameras caught him.”

  “Cameras?”

  “Let me start from the beginning.” David starts the story at the beginning telling me about Gretchen and his concern about sexual harassment, and about Hank and his camera equipment. He pulls his phone out and demonstrates how the app works and even shows me the video of Lester searching through his things.

  “Wow! What do you think he was looking for?”

  “I wasn’t sure. When I went into the office the next day, I carefully looked through the spot he focused on, and the only thing that stood out was the article you gave me about Beranger Aeronautics with your symbols in the margin.”

  “I remember that article.” It was about Beranger going public in advance of the release of new hand-held touch screen computer technology that will give astronauts more freedom of movement in space. When I read about their newest C.F.O. Chief Executive Officer, my instincts took over. Red flags galore! So I sketched out two symbols that only David would understand in the margins: the warning sign or the triangle with the explanation point inside, and a star with lines trailing behind it to represent a falling star. I don’t always think about what I’m doodling in the margins, but the warning sign is one I use a lot.

  “I know the man who’s now the C.F.O. of Beranger, Alistair Brown, and he’s unscrupulous. He used to be one of my professors at Loyola but quit, or was asked to leave, under mysterious circumstances. We’d heard it had something to do with mishandling of departmental funds, but nothing was ever confirmed.” He was also a cruel and angry man that I avoided whenever possible. I refuse to think about the things he said to me. Luckily, I had only one class with him, business ethics, if you can believe that. I turn back to David, “Why do you think Lester is interested in Beranger?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s a concern, though. I can’t shake the feeling I’m about to get set up.”

  “They’re going public day after tomorrow.”

  He looks at me with an arched brow.

  “What? I’m still reading the financial section. I’m not going cold turkey,” I laugh.

  “What are your thoughts on this new space technology they say they’ve got?”

  “Well, I called a friend of mine who’s an Aerospace Engineer. He’d heard about their claim, and he says it’s bogus. Touch screens aren’t really feasible because of zero gravity and floating objects on the spacecraft. That’s what the falling star represented in the margin. I think they’re playing a game. It’s best to stay far, far away from them.”

  “I agree.” He smirks at me. “Like I’d ever doubt your research and opinions, Cass.”

  “So, why do you think you’re getting set up? If you aren’t investing in Beranger, what could they do to you?”

  “I’ve felt that way for a while. Ever since I heard about Fleming and Gretchen.”

  “What about Fleming?” I’d met him a few times. He was a nice man with a sweet wife and a new baby.

  “Gretchen got him fired. Claimed he sexually harassed her.”

  “No way.” There’s just no way. “Why would anyone believe her?”

  David stands and walks over to my fireplace. He picks up a photo of my mom and dad then sets it back down, “She’s Lester’s niece.”

  Oh, now it all makes sense. “Oh, I see.” I stand up quickly and move into the kitchen.

  I feel him behind me as I set my wine glass in the sink. “What do you see?” he says softly behind me.

  “I see why he insisted she was your new assistant. How is she?”

  I feel his hand as he uses it to move my hair away from my neck. His breath is hot right below my year, “Terrible. She’s fucking terrible,” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss me on that spot right below my ear. “She can’t spell, and she knows nothing about the business.” I take a deep breath knowing he’s getting closer to me. I feel it as he presses himself against my back. “You smell so fucking good, Cassie.”

  His hand slides around my waist to pull my back snug against his chest. His hard on is pressing into my lower back, and I moan thinking about him. I lean my head back and look up at him. “This is a bad idea.”

  “I fucking love bad ideas,” he says as he leans down to capture my mouth with his. It’s not a soft kiss either. It’s hard and almost angry. “Jesus, I’ve missed you, Cass.”

  I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. I say nothing as I press my hard nipples against him and lean up and in for more. His hands slide down my back to cup my ass and then down to my thighs. He pulls me upward until I’m sitting on top of my breakfast bar. His breathing has turned into pants. “I need to be inside you, baby.”

  I’ve never seen him like this. I like it. I reach down and pull his shirt up so I can see his chest. He lifts his arms grabbing the t-shirt as it reaches his hand and tosses it to the ground. He then reaches down and pulls my shirt up over my head. He doesn't pull it free though. He twists and winds it around my wrists until I’m restrained. “Don't move your hands.”

  He reaches around and unhooks my bra, and I watch his expression change from determination to awe. I’ve got large breasts. Probably bigger than any he’s ever seen in person. “Jesus, fucking, Chr...” he moans. His mouth is on a breast before he can finish his thought. He moves to the other one while his free hand squeezes and pinches the unattended nipple.

  I moan as he uses his tongue and teeth to bring me to life. I wiggle my body in an attempt to get closer to him. I want him all over me. I want to touch him, but my hands are tied, literally. “Untie me.” I gasp. “I need to touch you.”

  He reaches up and untwists and tugs until my shirt is on the floor. He pulls the bra completely off of me and adds it to the growing heap of clothing. I
reach into his sweats and grasp his giant cock. “God, you’re huge,” I whisper.

  He pulls my hands away and uses his palm to push me back onto the counter. When I hear a rip, I flinch. He’s torn a hole in the crotch of my yoga pants. “Damn it, David. I loved those pa… Oh, fuck it,” I murmur the second I feel a tongue sweep through my folds. He uses his fingers to pull my labia apart as he licks and sucks until I explode.

  Not giving me time to recover, I watch him pull his sweats down to his knees. He grabs my hips and sides me to the edge of the counter. I’m teetering on edge about to fall when his huge dick starts to slide into me. “Oh, God.” It feels amazing. I lean back and widen my legs. I wrap my legs around him and let my heels press into his tight ass. “Fuck me, David. Fuck me, please!” I’m lost in him when he thrusts all the way inside.

  Planted deep, he leans down so he can whisper in my ear, “I knew you’d feel like this, Cassie. Like fucking heaven.” He pulls out and pushes back in so fast I’m nearly launched off the back edge of the breakfast bar. His grip is so tight on my hips; I know there’ll be bruises. I don’t care. Mark me, please.

  Without notice, I feel myself being pulled. Once I'm on my feet, he turns my body around and presses down on my back. “Bend over and hold onto the edge of the counter.”

  I hesitate because I’ve never done it like this.

  “Now!”

  I quickly bend over and grasp the edge of my granite counters. I feel the tip of his cock moving back and forth in my wetness, and then without warning, he slams in so deep I can feel it in my stomach. “Oh, God.”

  “Feel that, angel. I’m so deep inside you I can feel your fucking womb.”

  “Oh, shit,” I gasp, “I feel it.” And I love it. David has stamina and strength. He thrusts into me so hard, and so long I nearly pass out by the time he finally comes. I almost come again but not quite. It’s okay. It wasn’t important. Sex has never felt that good before.

  “You didn’t come,” he mutters still inside me. He reaches around and uses his hand to circle and squeeze my clit. In seconds I’m coming so hard I’m squeezing him inside of me. When I moan, he moans. “Perfect,” he says tiredly kissing the back of my neck. “Fucking perfect.”

  When he slides out of me, I feel the wetness drip down my legs. We didn’t use a condom. Am I sad about that? Not really. I know he’s been tested. I made him the appointment after he kicked his wife out. I opened the letter with the results since they sent them to the office. I used to open all his mail.

  He says nothing. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the kitchen. “Bedroom.”

  I point to the stairs leading up. He pulls me with him as we make our way up the steps. Once in the room, he leads me to my en suite bathroom. He lets go of my hand to turn on my steam shower. Once the temperature is right, he opens the door and steps inside waving me inside. “Uh, what are we doing?” I’ve never showered with a man before.

  “You’re a dirty girl, Cass. Time to clean you up,” he deadpans.

  I say nothing. What can I say to that? I step into my own shower and let him wash me from head to toe. I’ve never had a more thorough or sensual shower.

  I return the favor, but as I’m about to clean his rock hard cock, he grabs my wrist to stop me. “On your knees, angel.”

  My god, he’s so alpha. I knew he was bossy, but I never imagined. Why is that so hot? I hold onto the bar in the shower and lower myself to my knees. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not super comfortable either.

  I look up at him and see a smile appear on his face. “Open,” he growls.

  I nearly come from that alone. I open my mouth and let him slide the head inside. I can taste him, salty and musky. I suck him in licking the tip at the same time. He moans so loud it echoes around my bathroom. “So good, honey. Do that again.”

  So, I do it again. I suck and lick and nibble. He likes the nibbles right under the crown of his dick the best. He sides both hands into my hair, and I know what’s coming. No pun intended. He holds my head still as he slowly thrusts in and out shallow at first then gradually getting deeper. There’s no way I can take all of him, but he tries. When he hits the back of my throat, I grasp his wrist. He pulls away and out of my mouth. He leans down to help me up, “You okay?” he asks gently.

  I nod. He leans down and gives me a sweet and gentle kiss, “That was unbelievable, Cassie. The best.”

  I smile back at him and reach over to turn off the water. I doubt it was that good. He’s been with some seriously gorgeous women who’ve probably got masters degrees in oral sex. That was the first time I’ve ever done that. It couldn’t have been that great.

  Stepping out of my shower, David is already holding up a towel for me. I walk into it as he wraps it around my body. He dries my shoulders and arms, then down to my waist and hips. He runs the towel into my center and then up to my breasts. He takes extra care there so much, so I start to giggle, which makes everything on my body jiggle and shake.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks looking hurt.

  I giggle again. “You’re spending a lot of time on the girls,” I say pointing to my breasts.

  When he realizes that he was, in fact, focused on my breasts he laughs, “I can’t help it. They’re very, very special.”

  I throw my head back and laugh for real. “I had no idea,” I say gasping for air.

  “Well, now you do. Let’s get in bed, and I’ll tell you more about it.”

  What? He wants to get in my bed? I say nothing. I know what this is and it’s not long term. He just wants to finish what he started. He’s still hard from my weak attempt at a blowjob. I don’t mind. I’ll let him in my bed. This girl has needs too.

  Chapter 17: David

  What the fuck am I doing? Oh, I remember, I’m fucking my assistant so hard my balls want to call a truce. I’ve had her four times in the last five hours. Once on her counter, in her shower, in her bed, and on her white couch in her feminine sitting room. She’s going to have to get that thing cleaned because we both came like a nuclear bomb. She was on top straddling. Her hands were on the back of the sofa while mine were on her amazing hips. From that vantage point, I got to watch her tits bounce. Jesus, I don’t remember sex feeling that good, ever.

  So, that means I’m fucked. This can’t continue. It’s a one-night thing. I’m pretty sure she understands that. Not that we talked about it. We haven’t talked much, to be honest, unless you’re referring to dirty talk. She got pretty good at it by the end of our last session. So good, I think I’ve created a monster. Right now, we’re back in her bed. She’s wrapped around me like a warm blanket. My hand is on her ass, and I’m running my palm back and forth. Her skin is so soft. She’s not wearing a bunch of stinky lotions and makeup, so I get to smell pure woman. Pure fucked woman, I should say. That’s the best kind.

  Damn, the woman could take my cock like no one else. Jennifer was too frail to take it the way I like it. I would have snapped her in half like a twig if I pummeled her like I just did Cass. I’ve missed that kind of sex. The kind that’s passionate and powerful––the kind that takes the wind out of you. “Damn,” I say as I reposition my body. “The kind that makes your muscles hurt,” I chuckle. It was a rigorous workout.

  I peer down at her. She’s got curves everywhere. Her belly is a little too round and full. Her thighs may be a little bit too big, and I see dimples on those as well. I run my fingers over one or two spots and don’t feel disgusted by them. Her arms aren’t firm or toned like Jennifer’s, but Jen’s were more like leather over bone. Cassie’s are soft and fleshy. They feel good wrapped around me.

  I move her hair away from her beautiful face, and I spot that beauty mark. Just seeing it makes me hard again. I lean down and swipe my tongue over the tiny dot. She moves like she’s waking up and my dick hardens instantly. I wonder if she could take me again.

  I lean down and kiss her on the corner of her mouth as one eye flutters open. “Again?” she says in a husky morning voice.


  “Again.” I pull the blanket away from us and onto the floor. I want to see her entire body as I fuck her from behind again. “Hands on the headboard, Cassie.” She rolls over to her stomach and pushes her ass up first. Using her hands, she climbs up until she grasps the top edge of her headboard. She looks back at me with a sleepy smile. Damn, she’s amazing. “Push that big ass out, honey.”

  I see her stiffen in seconds. Her back is rigid, and she’s no longer looking at me. Her face is straight ahead. Without looking at me, she says, “Uh, I’m a little sore, David.”

  “You don’t have to do a thing. I’ll do all the work, honey,” I reply as I slide my palm over her bottom.

  She pulls away from the front of the bed and sits back on her heels. She reaches over and grabs the sheet next to her side of the bed. Wrapping it around herself, she slides out of bed. “I’m too sore. Sorry.” She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

  I hear the lock, and I blink at the door. “What just happened?”

  When she reappears, she’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Her closet must be in there. Confused, I ask, “So, we’re done?”

  She gives me a smile, but it doesn’t reach those gorgeous green eyes. “Yep. We’re done.” She walks out of her bedroom door, and I listen as her footsteps move down the steps.

  Why do I get the feeling that her statement had double meaning? I jump out of bed in search of my clothes. I remember tossing them down onto the kitchen floor, so I walk downstairs naked. She’s in the kitchen making coffee when I spot my clothes, folded neatly, on the kitchen counter. I want to say something, but I’m not sure what that should be. So I go with, “Are we okay?”

  She turns giving me that fake-ass smile again. “Of course. Would you like some coffee in a travel cup?”

  “I’m leaving?” I guess I’m leaving. I pull on my sweats and tee.

  “You’ve got work today, right? I’ve got to get going on my resumes.” She hands me a Chicago Bears travel mug, one that I gave her for Christmas a few years back. It looks brand new. Maybe she doesn’t like the Bears as much as I do.