by Kayt Miller
I sigh, “Just courage. I don’t want to go back to my place yet.”
“Well, I overheard your young man tell Dr. Mann that you’re going home with him. It’s why he’s letting you go so soon.”
“What? What young man?”
“Mr. Flynn.”
I growl, and it hurts. “He’s not my young man. He’s the reason I’m in this position.”
Nancy looks shocked, “He did this to you?” she says pointing at my face, “Why didn’t you tell us? I’ll call the police.”
“No! No, that’s not what I meant. His ex-wife did this to me. David had no idea.” So, I should stop blaming him.
“Oh, phew, I thought I was gonna have to whoop his ass,” she chuckles.
I smile, “I’ll take care of that. He’s not out of the woods just yet.”
“Who’s not out of the woods just yet?” asks the man in question.
“Your ears must be burnin’,” Nancy cackles.
“You’re talking about me?” he smiles smugly. “Doc says you can come home now.”
“David…”
“Now, I know what you’re going to say, Cass. I’m sure you don't feel comfortable going back to your place yet. Am I right?”
I nod.
“And my place is secure. No one will be able to get on the elevator without the doorman authorizing it.”
I nod again.
“So, it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.”
“Moving in?” I squeak. “I don't…”
“Just until you’re back on your feet. I’ve got a spare bedroom. You’ll be very comfortable. I’ll be able to keep you safe that way.”
Spare bedroom? I put on a fake smile and nod again. The spare bedroom? I’ve been relegated to the spare bedroom. I need to find my happy place because my life has taken a downward spiral so fast I’m in no position to stop it.
Chapter 21: David
Having Cassandra in my home is strange. But good. Very good. I like coming home from work finding her curled up on my couch reading a book. I like all of her girly shit strewn across the bathroom counter. I like her scent all around my place. I don’t know if it’s her soap or what but she’s everywhere.
I pull my keys out of my pocket to unlock my door. When I open it, the first thing I notice is the smell. It’s not her subtle flowery scent. No. This time it smells like she’s cooking and it smells fucking delicious. Coming home from a hard day at work to find my woman has cooked for me? My dick just got hard as a rock. Fuck! That did not just happen.
I set my briefcase down near the door and walk through the living room into my kitchen. I stop at the entrance to see Cassie bent over looking inside the oven. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, no joke. I groan loudly at the sight of her luscious ass. I hear the squeak and watch her stand up so fast she gets a little off balance. I rush over to her and place my hands on her arms. “You okay?”
She giggles. A sound that I’ll never tire of, “You startled me,” she says slapping my chest.
“Sorry.” I lean in and kiss her nose. “You’re cooking? You must be feeling better.” She’s been here just over a week now. The first few days were touch and go. No, she wasn’t about to die. What I mean is that I wasn’t sure who wanted to kill the other person more, Cassie or me. Getting used to having a roommate again has been an adjustment.
It’s not like Jennifer had much of a presence in our place. She didn’t cook because she didn’t eat. She didn’t clean or read or have meaningful conversations with me. She spent her time at home either talking on her phone or texting her friends (and lovers). But most of Jen’s time was spent shopping or at some salon or spa.
We slept together, sure. We had sex, of course. It wasn’t good sex. Jen loved being on top––in control. I’ve since realized that sex with her was unfulfilling for me. One night with Cassie showed me that. I just went through the motions with Jennifer so I could come and so she’d get off of me. Fuck. Why did I stay with her?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Cassie says, “I am feeling better. I’m no longer taking the pain meds, so I’ve got some energy today.”
“What’re you making? It smells delicious.”
“Nothing fancy. I just made a vegetable lasagna.”
“Ooh, I love lasagna.”
“Well, you’re going to have to share. Your parents are coming to dinner.”
Jesus, I feel like I’m in some episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show. “When did that all happen?”
“This morning after you left. Your mom called to check on me, and one thing lead to another.”
“Okay. Let me go change then I’ll come in and help you.”
Cassie smiles sweetly at me, and my focus falls on her beauty mark. It’s been over a week since I had a taste, so I lean in and gently wrap my arms around her. I pull her closer and look into her eyes. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby.” I lean down and kiss her mark. My mouth moves down to her soft lips, and I kiss her gently there too. She’s still got bruising and cuts on her face, so I know she’s sore.
When she opens her mouth and swipes my mouth with hers, I moan. I pull her closer to me, turn my head slightly and go for it. My tongue moves in, and I touch hers. I bring one hand up and slide it into her knotted hair. My dick is granite. I press it into her stomach, so she knows how turned on I am.
“When will my parents be here?”
“Thirty minutes,” she rasps.
“I need you, Cass. I need to sink into you right now. Are you up for it?”
She nods. I grab her hand and lead her to my bedroom, the place I’ve wanted her since she moved in, but I didn’t want to roll over and hurt her in my sleep. Sleeping in the spare room was for the best even though it sucked. I walk quickly pulling her with me. When we get to my room, I turn and rip her top right off her body. I reach around and release the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.
I lean down and press my face between them and lick. She tastes sweet and salty. I latch onto a nipple and look up. Cassie’s head is thrown back, and her palm is on the back of my head now. Thank fuck. I place my fingers into the waistband of her yoga things and slide them down her legs. I step back to look at her. She’s no longer bare. Some of her natural hair has grown back now and I love it. It’s hot as hell.
Pulling her by the hand, I back her up until she’s sitting on my bed. “Lay back, honey. Spread your legs. Let me look at that beautiful pussy.”
She lets out a soft moan and does exactly as I ask. Goddamn, I love how submissive she is. My dick grows even harder, which doesn’t seem possible. Her pink folds are wet and glistening for me. I slide my fingers through, and when I get to her hard little clit, I use my thumb and first finger to rub circles around it. I pinch it a few times, and she wriggles in the bed. “Touch your tits, Cass. Pull on those little pink nipples.”
She does as I say. “Jesus, you look hot as sin doing that. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Do it. Fuck me, David.” She's so ready for me she’s sliding her ass closer to me.
I grab onto her hips and move between her thick thighs. It’s such a sweet feeling being between her legs. It’s warm, and it feels like home. When I slowly slide my cock into her tight opening, we both groan loudly. “I’ve missed you so much, Cass,” I mutter.
“Me too,” she whimpers. “Harder, David.”
This time, I’ll let her tell me what to do. I pull out and thrust in so hard I’ve pushed her to the middle of the bed. I pull out. She whines, “What are you doing? No.”
“Up on your hands and knees, babe.”
She does as I ask and I pull her until her knees are on the edge of the bed. I place one knee on the bed beside her leg, and now I’m in the perfect position. I slide my dick back in with such force it makes me light headed.
“Oh shit, David. Do it again. It feels so good this way.”
“I know. I’m gonna come so deep inside you, baby. I’m gonna put my kid in there.” Ir
onically, I always wore a rubber when I was with Jennifer, and I haven’t worn one at all with Cassie. I’m not sure why. Jennifer was even on the pill. Maybe I should have given that some thought before I married her.
We both stop moving. She slowly turns her head. Her beautiful emerald eyes tell me everything I want to know. She wants that too. We say nothing to each other as I slam back in harder and faster than before. I’m gonna knock her the fuck up. I can’t wait until she’s round with my kid. “Mine, Cassie. This pussy is all mine. You got that?”
“Yes. All yours. Harder, David.”
I lean forward and grab her tits lifting her body up until her back is pressing against my front. I thrust up so hard I feel her jiggle. It’s perfect. Fucking perfect. “So good. So tight.” I reach down and find her clit again. I use pressure to rub around it and over it back and forth until I feel her come before she even moans. She’s coming so hard, squeezing my dick until I think I’m going to black out.
“Fuck!” I shout as my come shoots deep inside her. I hold still and let it pump out of me. I don’t remember coming this hard before. When I finally pull away, I watch my come slide out of her. I place my hand between her legs to hold it inside. “Lay down on your back.” She does as I ask. I grab a pillow, “Lift your hips.” I slide the pillow under her ass to elevate it. “That’ll keep my boys in there longer.” She blinks up at me, and I see her eyes glistening. “I mean it, Cassie. I love you, honey. I want this. Please tell me you do too.”
She nods as the first tear slides down her cheek. In ten years, I’ve never seen her cry. “I hope to fuck those are happy tears.” She nods her head again. I lean down and kiss the one that just ran over her beauty mark. I swipe my tongue over it and taste her salty tears. “You okay? That may have been too much for you so soon after…”
“I’m good,” she smiles sweetly.
“You are good. You’re the best I’ve ever had, Cassie. And, I’m not just talking about sex. You’re the best everything.” She lets out a sob now, and I watch as more tears fall down her plump cheeks. I run into the bathroom and grab some tissue. “Shh, it’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest. “I’ve got you.”
Chapter 22: Cassandra
Minutes after David and I snuggled up together, his doorbell rang. “Shit!” he exclaims jumping out of bed. “You okay?” he says pulling on his dress shirt then his slacks.
“Going commando?”
“No time to grab clean boxers,” he says placing a finger over his lips, “Shh, our secret.” He chuckles looking for some socks. “Get dressed. I’ll get them a drink so take your time.” I sit up in bed. “Uh, you’d better brush your hair or something. You definitely look like you’ve been fucked into next week.”
I groan. “Thanks.”
“Oh, you’re very welcome,” he says beaming at me. “It was all my pleasure,” he winks as he leaves his bedroom.
I slide out of bed wincing. “He did screw me into next week. My body hurts.” I bend down to pick up my clothes. I step into his bathroom and look in the mirror. “Oh, crap.” I look like something the cat dragged in. I dress quickly, brush out my hair, and use a cloth on my face. I stop by my bedroom to grab a hair tie and work it up into a bun. “This is as good as it’s gonna get.”
When I make it to the kitchen, I see Sarah and Declan Flynn sitting on David’s bar stools. They turn when they hear me, “Well, hello honey. How are you feeling?” asks Sarah.
I smile because Sarah Flynn is a wonderful person. She’s sweet and sincere, and she loves her family with every fiber of her being. “I’m good. Feeling much better.”
“You look better,” mumbles Declan.
I chuckle at his comment, “Still’ve got a lot of bruising and cuts. But, I’ll heal.”
“I still can’t believe she did that,” mutters Declan again. “Crazy bitch.”
I let out a shocked laugh. I don’t ever remember hearing him cuss. “She is,” I agree.
“Now, now. She’s not crazy,” admonishes David, “She’s just jealous.”
“You’re kidding, right?” snaps Sarah. “She’s a nut job.”
“Mom! Stop. She is not.”
“You’re defending her?” Sarah asks standing.
“I’m not. She’s just not insane or crazy. She’s misunderstood.”
“You’re fucking kidding me right now,” Sarah squeaks red faced.
One thing to note, Sarah never, and I mean never, uses bad words. She’s diametrically opposed to profanity. So, for her to use the ‘F’ word. It’s fucking serious.
I watch as David gasps, “Mom? You said the ‘F’ word.”
“I know! It’s the perfect time to break it out. If you say one more word in defense of that woman, I’m leaving.”
“Mom?”
“Honey?” adds Declan.
“No! I’m serious,” she says with her hands on her tiny hips.
“Fine, mom. Not another word,” David mutters.
I clear my throat and make my way into the kitchen. “Need to check the lasagna.” I left it on warm after it finished cooking. I hope it’s not dried out now thanks to our little tryst. I grab an oven mitt and open the door as the scent of Italian spices and tomato sauce billow up into the air.
Both Flynn men moan. “Smells amazing,” says Declan.
David nods in agreement.
“There’s salad in the fridge, David. Can you grab it?”
I have a pan of garlic bread ready to go in, so I bring out the lasagna and slide in the bread. “Once the bread is done, we’re ready to eat. Shall we use your dining table, David?” He’s used to eating on his sofa. He’s even got a set of TV trays against one wall.
“Sure. What does everyone want to drink?”
“Water,” says Sarah.
“Beer,” responds Declan.
“Water for me, please,” I say smiling at David. When he smiles back, a chill runs up my spine. This whole thing is so domestic. It’s like we’re a married couple hosting a small dinner party. I quickly look away from him pretending to check on the bread I put in the oven only two minutes before. It’s overwhelming––the idea that David Flynn loves me. It’s surreal.
I hand David the pan of lasagna and a trivet to set on the table. I search the drawers for a serving spatula and tongs for the salad. I find everything just where it should be. Handing him the tools, I peek at the bread and see it’s toasted perfectly. I grab the pan and set each piece of toasted bread in a basket. Walking out to the table, all three Flynn’s are smiling widely at me.
“This is lovely,” says Sarah beaming. “I could get used to coming over here for dinner,” she adds at the end.
I look at David who smiles at me. “Me too,” he winks.
Oh shit.
I sit down and hand Declan the basket of bread. We pass the dishes around, and as soon as we’re ready to eat, Declan asks, “So, what’s going on with Beranger Aeronautics?”
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten all about that. How’d their IPO go?”
“What’s IPO?” asks Sarah.
I turn to her, “It stands for Initial Public Offering. Also known as a stock market launch in which shares of a company usually are sold to institutional investors that in turn, sell to the general public, on a securities exchange, for the first time. ... The IPO process is colloquially known as going public.”
I look up at see everyone staring at me. “What?”
“Shit, Cass. I knew you were well versed in the business, but I had no idea you could recite, verbatim, the definition of IPO?” David chuckles.
I shrug, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I add smugly taking a small bite of salad.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asks challenging me.
I shrug choosing to ignore his question and ask one instead, “So, what did happen with Beranger?”
“They had a great first-day pop. Their prices have been rising fast.”
I nod, “Has any
thing new come out about their space technology?”
“Nothing new. They’ve just been sending out teasers to keep the stocks up. They put out a YouTube simulation animation that got things moving on day one.”
“Smart,” I mutter. “Dr. Brown was always smart.” Add to that rude and creepy. “Anything else happening with Lester?”
“Not that I can tell. He hasn’t been back in my office again. I have caught Gretchen on camera touching me, sitting on my desk, leaning over way too far. She even tried to rub my shoulders as she whispered in my ear about an upcoming meeting.” I watch him shiver. “She’s a stalker,” he mutters.
“Okay, this is all news to me,” says Sarah. “Who is Gretchen and why is she touching you without your permission?”
I nearly spit out my bite of salad as I giggle. That was funny.
“Mom,” David whines, “It’s just my assistant. She’s very touchy feely. I don’t like it, and I worry she’ll turn the tables on me. That’s why Hank set up cameras and audio equipment in my office.”
Sarah nods, “Smart thinking. You can’t trust anyone anymore.” She turns to me, “Except you, sweetie. You were always trustworthy. It's a shame you quit.”
I look up at David and see him avoiding my gaze. He didn’t tell her everything. “Uh, yeah, well I had other things in the works.”
“Like what?” David asks sternly, “What else don’t I know about you?”
I sigh, “Well, I’ve got my MBA from Loyola.”
He blinks at me. “When did you get that?” he sounds pissed.
“Five years ago.”
“Mm, hm, what else?”
“Well, I’ve passed every FINRA and NFA investment licensing exam. And…”
He scoffs. “Impossible. Every one of them?”
I nod. “It took me a long time, but I just finished up last week.”
“That had to cost a fortune. I know those tests are expensive.” Sarah says interrupting and breaking some of the tension.
“I’ve made a lot of money investing.” I look up at David who is scowling at me now.