by Kayt Miller
“Welcome to the family, Spencer Metcalf,” I say loudly enough for David to hear.
“What?” he asks surprised.
“Love at first sight. If you ever doubted its existence, you shouldn’t any longer.”
“What?”
“Sandy and Spencer. Love at first sight. That’s her person. Sandy’s his.”
“What?”
I start to laugh again because David is ridiculous. “I think you need to rest. Your head injury seems to have worsened.”
“Love at first sight? Sandy?”
“Oh, good, you’re starting to get better. Yes. It just happened right in front of your face.”
“No way. Sandy’s never going to get married. She thinks love is stupid.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “She’s changed her mind.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Yeah, I’ll take that bet. If I’m right and Spence is her person, you owe me a week long vacation to the location of my choosing.”
“Okay, if I’m right, you owe me whatever sexual favors I want.”
“Forever?” I giggle.
“For one entire night. The whole night,” he says with a deep voice.
“Oh, good. Now I know you’re feeling better if you’ve got sex on the brain.”
David gives me a smile that rivals Spence’s. But the best part of his smile is it’s directed at me. I smile back and feel the blush creep up my neck. My person unnerves me in a very good way.
Chapter 35: Cassandra
Please don’t misunderstand me when I say this, ladies, but David Flynn is a terrible patient. I’ve been nursing him back to health at my house for several days now, and he seems to get worse every day. The first day he was able to get a glass of water for himself and shower alone. The second day, he couldn’t shower without assistance, and his head hurt too much to get his own food and water.
By the third day, I think he’s relapsed entirely. “David, you can do that yourself. I don’t need to help you to the bathroom,” I mutter picking up dirty dishes from the nightstand near his side of the bed. It may be time for an intervention. While he limps to the bathroom, I grab my phone to call Sandy. “She’ll get him back on track.”
“Hey doll, what’s up?” she asks cheerily. Not Sandy’s normal mood.
“Well, um, it’s David.”
“What? What’s wrong? Is he okay?” she asks panicked.
“Oh, yeah, he’s, uh, just not helping himself.”
“Helping himself?”
I sigh. I’m just gonna say it, “Well, he’s very needy. He can’t seem to do anything for himself anymore.”
Sandy laughs on the other end of the line. “Yeah, sounds like him. One of us should have warned you.”
“Warned me?”
“David's the Worst. Patient. Ever. You’re gonna need to nip it in the bud or it’ll go on for as long as you let it.”
“Are you serious?”
“As the dead.”
I groan into the phone, “Fine. Talk to you later.”
“TTFN,” she says happily.
TTFN? What the ever-loving hell has happened to Sandy? Oh, right. Love.
David walks back into the bedroom slumped over and dragging his feet. “Who were you talking to?”
“You’re regular doctor.”
“Really? What’d she say?”
“I told her I thought you were getting worse.”
He nods his head like he agrees.
“She said if your situation continues to decline, you’ll need to abstain from sex for six months.”
“What?” he thunders. “Why?”
“Something about an aneurysm.” Okay, that was probably the wrong thing to say, but it just came out of my mouth and now I can’t take it back.
“An aneurysm?”
“If you can’t get over the concussion symptoms…”
“But…” he sputters. “I don’t have any concussion symptoms. I’m just tired.”
“Oh, well, then maybe it’s not as bad as she thinks. Maybe you should concentrate on getting out of bed a bit more during the day. You’ll sleep better at night and in no time you’ll be back to your old self.”
I pull off my t-shirt and bra and head into the bathroom. I turn to look at David and see he’s watching my every move. “Gonna take a quick shower.” I bend over and slip off my leggings.
“You weren’t wearing panties?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Nah, why bother?”
I step into the bathroom and leave the door open. I reach in and turn on the shower. Before I can step inside, I feel hands slide around me and cup my breasts. “Cassie?”
I turn my head to him, “Yeah?”
“It’s a miracle. I’m cured.”
I burst out into a fit of giggles, but when his hand slides down between my legs, I stop laughing. “David, yeah, don’t stop. Right there.” Using his middle finger, he circles my clit until it’s wanting and needy. I whimper into the shower, and it echoes around me. He turns me around and moves me backward toward the vanity and sink.
Nudging me, I sit on top of my counter. “Spread those beautiful thighs for your man, Cass.”
I spread my legs wide and watch as he drags his finger through my wetness. As he does, I reach my hand down into his sweatpants and feel how hard he is for me. “You’re so hard, David. You are cured.”
“Told ya,” he says with a chuckle.
I grip his cock and slide up and down slowly at first. He moves his hips with me, and I move mine with his. We’re using our hands to get each other off, and it may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Both of us work the other harder and faster. We’re panting, and next, we’re kissing like a couple of porn stars. I pull back from the kiss, “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
“Me too. Don’t fucking stop, Cassie. Don’t stop. But, God, I want to come all over your tits, Cassie. Make my dream come true. I pull his sweats down and away from him, and I hop off the counter. On my knees before him, I continue to pump him while using my own hand to attempt to finish the job he started. I can’t do both things, so I concentrate on him. A handful of vigorous pumps and I feel warmth sliding down between my breasts. “Your dream just came true, honey.”
“It sure as fuck did,” he says rubbing his come all over my chest. “And it was better than my fantasy. Stand up, baby.”
I pull myself up and stand in front of him. Using his hand, he brings some of his essence down to my clit. He uses it as a lubricant as he circles it. “I loved coming on your tits, babe but there’s nothing better than coming inside that sweet pussy of yours. I want my baby growing inside you. Soon.”
That’s all he has to say to set me off like a rocket ship. I moan long and loud. “I want your baby inside me too, I love you, David.”
“Finally,” he says taking in a quick breath. “You really love me?”
“Yeah, I really love you.” I guess I’d never said it out loud. I thought I had, but maybe I worked around it. I can’t take it back no matter what happens. It’s out there now.
Epilogue: David
Living with Cassie is a blast. Neither of us is working right now, so we spend our days running errands together, deciding on ways to fix up her hall bathroom. You know, domestic stuff. I was told to take a ‘few days off’ by the board of directors, but when I was nearly run over by Lester’s niece, they told me to take as much time as I needed, paid.
They’re probably worried about a lawsuit. I haven’t ruled that out, but I’m going to wait until Hank, and his department finishes up their investigation. My big brother won’t tell me what’s going on, but I know that Lester has stepped down from the board and gone on an indefinite ‘holiday’. There’s an interim President, Peter Valley, in place now.
I’m still curious if Lester’s text message that night was to Gretchen. If it was, what did it say? Did he ask her to run me down or was it the fact that Human Resources had enough on her to fire her. I hope I know the answer to that
when it’s all said and done. Time will tell.
Every day holds something new and exciting for Cassie and for me. For example, today we’re meeting up with Mick and Roni to talk about partnering up with them on Mick’sology. Mick and Roni have done amazing work already but to make his brand national, it’s going to take more money and more people with expertise in different areas working toward that common goal.
It’ll be interesting to see Cassie’s take on everything. Her mind was made for business. And sex. Business and sex. And taking care of everyone around her. So, there’s business, sex, and caring for others. Damn, I hit the jackpot. What did I ever seen in Jen?
Speaking of Jennifer… I’m not sure if it was the fear of going to prison, but she seems to have pulled her head out of her ass. She wrote a letter to Cassie through her attorney. We read it together, and while I was a little skeptical, Cassie believes she was sincere.
Dear Cassie,
I wanted to see you in person to say this to you, but my attorney told me that would violate the restraining order. I don’t blame you for getting that, by the way. I don’t blame you for anything. I don’t blame you for loving David. I don’t blame him for loving you. I blame myself that I’ve never been able to love myself. Hell, I don’t even like myself.
I have a very negative body image. I know that probably doesn’t make sense, but the therapist I see now calls it body dysmorphic disorder. Outwardly, I tried to maintain confidence and even arrogance about myself. But when I’m alone, I’m always looking at myself and I feel disgusted with what I see. That’s not an excuse for the way I’ve treated you the past few years. I think I was jealous. No, I know I was jealous. You’re really pretty. So much prettier than me. Sure, you could stand to lose a few pounds for health reasons, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful face.
I don’t believe that David cheated on me either. I cheated on him, a lot. I think I was always looking for confirmation that I looked good and I tried to find it in other men. David deserved better than that from me.
Finally, I want to, no, I need to apologize for hurting you. My lawyer says I shouldn’t write about this to you, but I need to say it. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to get out of going to jail by saying this because I know I’m going to jail. I’ve told them I wanted to plead guilty and get started on my jail time. The sooner I go, the sooner I can start over.
I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, Cassie. I’m not a violent person. Yeah, I’m mean-spirited, I know that. But I’ve never physically harmed anyone else. I’m sorry I hurt you.
I hope you’ll forgive me someday. If you ever feel like you’re ready, write back to me. My lawyer will tell you where I’m at. I don’t know where they’ll send me but if you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Please write.
Sincerely, Jennifer Flynn
Cassie’s not ready to write her back just yet, but I foresee a time when she does. That’s just the kind of woman she is. She’s the best kind. She’s the kind that loves her man and her family more than anything else. She’d do anything for me, and I’m working my ass off to become the guy she deserves. I’d do anything for her, and if we have kids someday, I’ll do anything for them too. I’ll be the man my father and mother raised––someone who will make them proud.
Epilogue: Cassandra
That quote was worth saying twice when it comes to David and me. We’ve both changed a lot in the last few months. We communicate so much better now. I make a point of telling him how I feel at the time I feel it rather than letting it fester inside.
Case in point. Something that’s been festering inside of me relates to that pig necklace. You remember the one that Gretchen picked out for me? The one that David claimed he chose ‘just for me’? While I know he understood the significance of the pig as a symbol, I don’t think he really got it.
The Flynn’s are all beautiful. They’re tall and built like Gods. I’m pretty sure all of them work out and do lots of physical things, but for someone like David, I don’t think he can fathom what it’s like to have DNA that isn’t as forgiving. Everyone on my dad’s side of the family is built just like me. The women have wide hips and bottoms, thick thighs, and large breasts. The men have skinny legs and large bellies. It’s genetics. Even if I went on the world’s best diet and exercised at an Olympic training facility, I’d never have Sandy Flynn’s body. Never.
So, one evening while we were cozy on the couch, I did it. I turned off the television and talked to him about body image and me. I told him some pretty personally embarrassing stories from elementary school all the way up to and including the words that spewed from Jennifer Flynn. He had no idea the names she called me when he was busy on the phone or away from his desk.
I told him about Professor Brown and his theory that fat women should not go into business. That no one wanted to buy anything from an obese pig and no one would trust me to invest their money––that they’d be afraid I’d use their cash to buy junk food.
I also told him how much trouble I had eating in front of him. Because of that, living with him had been a struggle. I’ve been sneaking food when he’s been out or asleep. It’s turned into a bad habit. Sneak eating is a dangerous and slippery slope. So, I told him that he was going to start seeing me eat normal amounts of food and maybe even large amounts of food and if he can’t take that, he should head on back to his own place.
The entire time I talked, I held any tears at bay. He had his arms around me, rubbing my back as I talked.
He didn’t interrupt me, but when I was finished, he said he had some questions, “One: Would you like me to kill anyone for you? I’d love to start with Professor Brown. As soon as he gets out of Federal prison for fraud, that is.”
I laugh at that. “No. I don’t want you sent away. I like having you around. You're handy.”
“I think you mean handsy. Okay… Two: Besides the necklace and that comment about your luscious ass that one day, have I ever made you feel bad about yourself?”
I shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe. If you did I let it slide because I loved you. I never thought you meant it in a mean way. But, I honestly can’t think of any other time.” He starts to speak, but I stop him, “Just promise me that if you buy me a gift, you choose it. You wrap it. I’m not like Jennifer. I don’t care if you buy me something that costs a dollar. It really is the thought that counts with me.”
“I promise no one else will pick out your one dollar gifts,” he smirks. “I also promise not to let anyone else choose your million dollar gifts.”
I giggle at him and slap his chest.
His smile falls, and he looks sincere, “I’m sorry for all of that. I know I wasn’t there for most of it, but I’m still sorry. I’m sorry for all of those idiots who missed out on knowing you. I’m not sorry for the assholes that passed up on kissing that beauty mark of yours. That’s mine.” He kisses the mole above my lip. “I’m sorry anyone has ever hurt you. You're the most stunning woman I’ve had the honor to know. Inside and especially outside, Cass. You are beautiful.”
Now, I let the tears fall. “Thanks, David. I guess I should warn you that’ll I’ll probably gain weight.”
“Okay. I don’t have a problem…”
“I mean, it’s normal right?”
“Uh, I guess it…”
“People in long term relationships tend to gain weight, right?”
“Well, maybe because…”
“Pregnant women gain weight, right?”
“Sure, they… uh, pregnant women?”
“Yeah, pregnant women. They gain lots of weight. Isn’t that right?”
“Cass? Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Baby? Are you… are we pregnant?”
“Would that make you happy?”
A tear falls down his handsome face. In a choked voice he whispers, “Yeah, yes, it’d make so fucking happy, Cassandra.”
I wrap my arms around my handsome man, “Congratulations, honey. You’re gonna be a daddy.”
When he stops he leans back and asks, “How far along are you?”
“Six weeks.”
“We need to call people. Tell everyone we know,” he says smiling from ear to ear.
“Let’s wait until after the tenth week. To be sure everything is okay? Can we do that?”
No panicked he asks, “What do you mean? Is everything okay? Is something wrong with our baby?”
I place my palm on his wet cheek. “No. Everything is fine. The books just say it’s best to wait to make any announcement until later in the pregnancy especially for first-time moms. I’ve seen my doctor, and I’ve made an appointment with an OB-GYN. Will you go with me?
“Of course. I want to go to all of them. I want to be there for every step of the way. I can’t believe this,” he says running his hands through his hair. “I’ll put my place on the market. We’ll put that money into a trust for our little guy.”
“Or girl.”
“Oh, Jesus. Or girl? I’d love a little girl,” his voice breaks, “I’d want her to look just like you. Oh, God. What if she has a beauty mark?” He starts to cry all over again and this time I get the giggles. I can’t help it. He’s amazing and perfect and seeing him so emotional is sexy as hell.
When he stops crying, I slide my hands underneath is tee moving up to his pecs. “I love you so much, David. You make me so happy. And do you want to know a secret?”
He nods, sniffling.
“Pregnancy makes women super needy.”
“Needy? What do you need?” he jumps off the couch like I need pickles and ice cream. Stat!
“Needy. Horny,” I say looking up at his face then down at the front of his jeans. “Really horny, baby.”
I watch him grow hard before my eyes. It’s an amazing thing to see. I blink up at him and smile. “You gonna take care of me, honey?”
“Oh fuck yeah.” He reaches down and picks me up with one arm under my legs, the other around my back.