Chasing Casey

by Jane Anthony

  “Hi, Casey! So glad you could come!” The faint smell of oranges lifts off her hair when she greets me with a less affectionate hug.

  “It’s great to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.”

  “Funny. I’ve heard very little about you.” She wears a sarcastic smirk as her gaze falls on AJ.

  AJ rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.” He pulls two beers from the fridge and opens mine before handing it to me.

  “Thanks for havin’ me, y’all. Smells delicious in here.”

  “Compliment my sister’s food and she’ll love you forever.”

  “If she puts up with your shit, I love her already.” Jill opens the oven door a crack to peek in then goes about stirring a pot of potatoes as Jameson starts laying out plates on the table.

  “Let me help with that.” I take the silverware from his hand and make quick work of setting it all out.

  “So, Casey. You’re from the South,” Jillian says with a matter-of-fact tone.

  “No, ma’am. I’m from Texas.”

  Three sets of eyes turn to look at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Texas is a whole world of its own. So much so, that it actually wanted to secede from the United States and become its own damn country. To say Texans are proud folk is an understatement. “Texas isn’t Southern. Texas is Texas.”

  “What the hell are you doing in New Jersey?” She wrinkles her nose when she says the state as if it feels funny rolling off her tongue. She’s so dang cute, I kind of want to squeeze her. I’m not a big woman, maybe five-foot-five, but AJ’s sister is so little, I could put her in my pocket. With her deep brown cow eyes and fair skin, I never would have guessed she and AJ were related. Except for the smile—they both have the same wide, infectious grin that takes up half their face.

  I feel AJ’s eyes on me and wonder what I should say. Lying to AJ’s family isn’t the best way to start on the right foot, but I don’t want to get into that mess about Davis and Austin either. Now is not the time to be letting out the skeletons I’ve kept well hidden in my closet. “My boyfriend at the time came for work. I followed.”

  “Ah, yes. What is it about men that makes us willing to drop everything for them?” Jillian turns to face me, but her gaze lands elsewhere. The fire in her eyes burns fierce and bright. I follow it and see she’s looking at Jameson.

  “For you, it was greasy hands and a cool car. I didn’t even have to try,” he says with a lopsided grin.

  “What can I say? I like them kind of dirty.” Jillian shrugs.

  “Aw, heck yeah. I’m so down with that,” I drawl, giggling along with Jillian.

  “Two peas in a friggin’ pod over here,” AJ mumbles with a roll of his eyes.

  “Zip it, peanut gallery.” Jill opens the oven and carefully removes the roast with her oven-mitted hands. “Everybody sit. Time to eat.”

  She and her husband aren’t what I expected. They’re both so hardcore in their metal tees, him with his tats and her with her nose ring, but they’re both so friendly and welcoming. It goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover.

  ***

  “Thanks so much for dinner, guys. Everything was great.”

  “Our pleasure.” Jill smiles.

  “Don’t lump me in with that. Jill bought it. Jill cooked it. All I did was eat it,” Jameson adds. “Beautiful and a good cook. I’m a lucky man.” He drops a kiss on his wife’s upturned face as he carries their plates to the sink.

  “Y’all are too dang cute for words.”

  AJ snorts, and Jill shoots daggers at him. “All right, guys, scoot. Casey and I can’t talk about you if you’re sitting right there.”

  “You all right?” AJ mouths to me from across the room. I smile and nod. He knows how nervous I was. His family is so important to him, and I worried I wouldn’t fit in, but Jill and Jameson are great. I feel completely at ease in their company.

  “Come on, Zakky. Let’s find some trouble.” Jameson pulls Zakk from his chair and disappears into the living room with AJ following close behind.

  The sound of running water fills the kitchen as I stand next to Jillian at the sink, towel in hand. “So . . . you and my brother, huh?” she asks, handing me a freshly washed dish.

  I dry it off and set it on the counter. “It’s lookin’ that way.”

  “I’m glad. He’s been alone way too long.”

  “What about you and Jameson? How long have y’all been together?”

  “About six years now. Damn, it feels like a lifetime. But we grew up together, so I guess it kind of was.”

  I do some quick math in my head. AJ was twenty-one when he had the accident. Suddenly, his grumbling and snarky behavior whenever Jameson and Jill show a little affection makes sense. “Jameson was the secret boyfriend?” It flies out faster than it takes my brain to tell my mouth to quiet down. Damn, my loose lips.

  Jillian snickers. “He told you about that, huh? Shocker.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

  “No,” Jill says, with a dismissive wave. “No trouble on my end. I’m just surprised is all. He’s got a sweet, gooey center, but it’s well hidden under a thick, candy shell.”

  I open a random cabinet trying to figure out where to put away the stack of clean dishes piling up in front of me. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s not real big on feelings.” She points to the cabinet I’m looking for. “He’s like Robocop. Never shows emotion. Never talks about anything serious. Even when our folks died, he was so blank-faced. I don’t even think he cried.”

  Now that she mentions it, I have noticed his tendency to turn to stone at the drop of a hat. He’s funny and sarcastic, with an easy smile when we’re playing, but the minute he starts talking about anything serious, he clams up quick. A mask falls over his face. Deep down, he feels so much. I can see it every time he looks at me. However, for some reason, he’s chosen to box it up and hide it from sight.

  It’s the same thing with his Chevy. On the outside, he appears to be all big and bad with his monster truck, but it’s obvious he only drives that beast because he’s afraid. If he’s the biggest thing on the road, nothing can hurt him.

  Jillian and I finish the dishes and meet the boys in the living room. Mechanical music plays in the background as AJ smacks the mini bongo drum in front of Zakk, baiting him to hit it. He looks up at me from the floor, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around him. His confidence comes and goes in crushing waves of disappointment clearly visible in his sad eyes. I know how he feels. Both of us are stuck in this life, unhappy and unfulfilled. Maybe together we can each find the inner peace we need.

  CHAPTER 13

  AJ

  “YOUR FAMILY’S REALLY great, AJ. I loved meeting them.”

  Casey sits next to me on the bench seat, twirling her hair around her finger. She’s given up on the passenger side of the bench, claiming the center as her seat, and I’m not complaining.

  My hand rests on her thigh. I move it to shift gears, and then set it right back where it belongs. On her. Not touching her is an impossible feat. The light pink color of her tank top blends in so damn perfect with the peachy glow of her skin that I’m having trouble controlling the semi I’ve been toting around all night. Her light hair is curled at the ends, just as it was the day we met, flowing over each shoulder and down her back to the waistband of her jeans.

  “They seemed to love you too. Then again, what’s not to love?”

  I glance in her direction before locking my gaze back on the road. A shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. I want to pull this truck over and run my lips over her flushed skin, kiss the adorable pink circles on her cheeks, and lick down her chest to see how far it goes, but I already know that gorgeous shade of pink is everywhere. It blooms on her skin, darkening the more excited she gets.

  The sign for Route 3 breezes past. “You missed my exit.”

  “I know that.”

  My gaze flickers in her direction again, and just as I a
nticipated, the flush deepens. Last night’s little make-out session was just a taste. An appetizer. A tiny little nibble compared to the way I intend to feast on her tonight. She’s perfection in every way; I knew it the day we met, but seeing her with my family sealed the deal. Not that I ever had any doubt. Jillian would love whoever I love. She’s not a stubborn ass like I am.

  I pull into the driveway and cut the engine. Casey looks at me wide-eyed. “Is this your house?”

  “Yep. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

  She follows me inside as I open the door and flick the switch, bathing the open floor plan in yellow light. The house is small and sparse, but it’s mine. At least, it will be after three hundred and twenty-four more payments. I pull her to the center and point out each room as if she can’t deduce what everything is for herself. “Living room, kitchen, dining room . . .”

  I turn and lead her down the short, narrow hall next. The only room I really wanted to show her. “Bedroom.” The clean scent of her hair and flowery fragrance of her perfume assault my senses as I back her against the wall, tasting her neck like I wanted to in the truck.

  “Does this conclude the tour?” Her voice is breathless as she kicks off her boots and socks.

  “Not for me.”

  Her pulse beats against my tongue as it trails along her skin, wanting to sample every inch of her. My dick pushes against my fly, begging for freedom. He’s been furious at me since last night, but tonight, nothing is stopping us. I’m a man of my word, and I’m going to savor this moment.

  My lips sweep across her collarbone, pulling away only to lift her shirt over her head before snapping right back. I’m drawn to her. Enveloped by her. She consumes me—mind, body, and soul.

  Casey unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. An open invitation to her luscious tits. Loud moans fill the quiet room as I take my time, flicking each pebbled pink nipple with my tongue until her head falls back against the wall.

  A fiery heat burns between her legs as I open her jeans and push them down. Crystal blue eyes lock on mine. I kneel before her on the floor, worshipping her body like a deity. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Blond hair swings around her face with her gentle head shake. “Well, you should. Your body is a song.” I sound like a love-struck dope, but it’s the truth. Her skin is like lyrics, her moans the chorus, and together, we’re the beat. It moves me like nothing else, holding me hostage with its melody.

  My eyes stay fixed on hers as I smooth my hands up her legs and hook my thumbs into the elastic of her panties. Lavender lace. A tiny strip that barely covers anything yet still hides too much. Slowly, I slip them over the slender curve of her ass, down her thighs, and wait as she steps out of them, one dainty bare foot at a time.

  “Everything about you is fucking beautiful,” I groan. “Even this.”

  A breathy hiss slips through her teeth as I skim my fingertip over the soft peach fuzz trimmed down to supple skin. The sweet scent of her desire wafts off her, fogging my brain with its heady brand and begging me to taste it. I want to take this slow. Drag it out. Hold off until she wants it so bad she can no longer stand from the weight of her need pushing down on her.

  The husky sound of her whimpers undoes me as I kiss an open-mouthed trail from hipbone to hipbone. Watching her squirm is so fucking hot. My dick throbs harder with each desperate moan. I part her legs, giving her what she wants. What we both want.

  The minute my tongue passes her slit, her knees buckle. She drapes her leg over my shoulder, opening herself to me fully while her hands fist my hair.

  Palming her ass, I knead with tight fingers and pull her closer, diving into the warm, wet spot between her thighs. I always suspected, but now, I’m sure. Heaven isn’t above us. It’s right here on Earth. Casey’s creamy legs are the Pearly Gates. And this succulent mound of flesh against my tongue? This is the Promised Land.

  When I slide two fingers knuckle deep, her hips roll, grating her clit against my eager tongue. She’s so tight, clamping down as I play her body with the strong, slow rhythm of a power ballad. The heat begins to build, and I feel her muscles dancing to the beat I set. I’m in control. Working her into a frenzy with my hand and my mouth, I twirl her swollen clit until she cries aloud. Sugary fluid bursts in my mouth, sweet honey dripping off my lips and sliding down my throat.

  Hot cum shines on her thighs as I pull away and use my shirt as a towel. She’s wrecked. Destroyed. Sliding down the wall on shaky legs. I catch her in my arms and carry her to my bed.

  Her breathing is spastic as I shed my clothes and sheath myself with a condom. My cock is steel, pulsing with need, aching to fill the perfect hole that’s glistening and ready for more. Just seeing her splayed out on my bed, naked and waiting, is better than any fantasy. It’s fucking ecstasy.

  Casey trembles beneath me. Her mouth’s as hot and wet as the spot between her legs. And just as sweet. I tongue it with the same attentiveness. Exploring it. Claiming it. Mangling her lips until her slick body curls up to meet mine.

  The need I have for her is primal. I’ve never wanted anything this much in my life. It’s not enough to have her; I need to own her. Possess her the way she’s possessed me. How the fuck I fell this hard, I have no idea. She’s like Mayberry and white bread: good, wholesome, and clean.

  And I’m about to make her very, very dirty.

  Her back bows as I push into her in one steady thrust. My groan vibrates against her lips. All her muscles clamp around me. Fingers bite my back; long legs encase me. I rock into her slowly, pulling out and slamming back into her needy hole.

  “Oh, God . . . you feel so good.” The words rush out on a shallow breath as her head digs into my pillow.

  “It’s my cock you feel buried inside that pretty pussy. The only name I want to hear falling from your lips is mine.”

  When my teeth sink into her shoulder, the moan that tumbles from her mouth catches me by surprise. Casey’s a little bit of a freak. I bite her again; leaving tiny marks up the side of her neck, I feel her cunt vibrate harder with each one.

  Husky moans play on her lips; her insides flutter. Wrapped around me, her body quivers so hard, she can’t get my full name out. Just, “A . . . A . . . A . . .” as she shatters.

  The knowledge that I’m the only man in five years to make her feel this way has my ego soaring. It feels so good I don’t want to finish. I want to pound into her all night. Ride her through orgasm after orgasm until my mattress is soaked clear through. I’m drunk on lust, high on Casey, and I don’t ever want to come down.

  Beads of sweat roll between my shoulder blades. I brace myself on my arms, using my stomach muscles to piston into her as she squirms and writhes beneath me. Another orgasm crests over her, dragging me along with it. “Fuck,” I grind out.

  Casey’s inner walls clench around me, still quivering with waves of unbridled pleasure. My balls tighten to a fist, and my own cum shoots out hard and fast.

  “Fuck,” I spit out again. I’ve never been especially eloquent, but it seems to be the only word I can say right now. My brain is numb, but a sudden moment of clarity hits when her lips find mine again. She was made for me.

  ***

  Casey’s sprawled out on her stomach, naked as a jaybird. Blond hair fans out like spun gold against my black sheets. The graceful curve of her slender back leads down to where her tight ass hides beneath the blanket. An ass that rode me hard as hell well into the night. I’m exhausted, but it was so worth it.

  Yawning and stretching, I slip out of bed, wondering how the hell I’m going to take a piss with the massive hard-on hanging between my legs. Leaving Casey in bed while I go to work is physically painful. It took all my willpower not to roll her over and have my way with her before I go. Even my icy shower doesn’t squelch it completely, leaving me with a semi that only grows again when I find her awake and waiting for me.

  “Give me a sec. I’ll get dressed and call Missy for a ride.” She climbs out of bed, but I gently push her
back down. A smile crosses my lips looking down at the messy glam rock video mop on her head. This babe rocks my world.

  “No, stay. I want you here when I get home.”

  “But I don’t even have any clean clothes.”

  “So stay naked,” I reply with a salacious grin. The thought of Casey waiting here for me, naked and ready, makes me want to get to work so I can hurry up and come back home. I’m already pondering the various ways I plan to make her come the second I step foot in my house this afternoon.

  “Or you can call out sick and come back to bed.”

  I’m so damned tempted to take her up on that—I am the boss, after all—but I can’t. Unfortunately, responsibilities come first, fun second. Being an adult is so lame. “Can’t, babe. I have to go.”

  Still wearing nothing but a smile, she crawls across the bed on all fours like a cat approaching a plaything. My eyes burn into her from my position at the dresser. She falls onto her stomach, squeezing her amazing tits together with her arms while her crossed ankles move with a frisky sway. The suggestive crook of her finger requests my presence. All the blood drains from the rational parts of my brain and collects in an area I hope she intends to unwrap the minute I get over there.

  I drop the shirt in my hand and walk to the edge of the bed. She slinks my way, pushing herself onto her knees when she reaches the edge. Lips of sugar land on mine then move down my neck, slow and controlled, taking charge like the little freak she is.

  Using the heels of her palms, she pushes my pants down, and my rock hard erection springs free. She gasps at first, and then her lips curl into a wicked grin. “I thought you said you had to go?” she simpers, giving the shaft a placid tug.

  “Baby, you’re impossible to resist.”

  She watches me with her smoldering baby blues as her fist pumps harder and faster. It jumpstarts my heartbeat, making my breath ragged and forced. Then she puts her mouth on me.

  The soft, wet feel of her tongue sliding across my balls sends an electric current firing through me. It follows her path as she slithers up the base and spirals around the tip. Licking, flicking, and teasing me with her lips before swallowing me whole.