by D. A. Young
Sidra wanted to crawl under the table and hide as everyone stared, first at Casey, and then her. Their faces were what she would equate to one seeing an accident in the making— horrified, but unable to look away. Cell phones were quickly placed on the table, with 911 emergency access readily available. When Jack came around with her drink, he casually swiped her silverware. Noelle insisted on making her plate so Sidra wouldn’t have access to the sharp carving fork.
Then she gave Sidra a spoon to eat her food. Face hot with mortification, Sidra silently took the utensil. Quickly, Casey snatched it out of her hand and replaced it with his fork. “Stop treating her like she’s a mental patient. You’re giving her too much credit. While she is extremely ambitious, she hasn’t done enough to be committed to a facility yet.”
Avery observing the tight grip Sidra had on her fork, replied nervously, “Well, you know how she likes a challenge and the night’s still young.”
“Stop embarrassing her,” Casey ordered, looking around the table with a steely glint in his eye. “She’s fine. Now, let’s eat.”
Sidra cleared her throat, studiously ignoring the stares as she tried to tamper the burst of pleasure she felt at Casey’s defense at her expense. She took the fork and dug into her plate. Vivienne decided to get the ball rolling.
“So, Holt, are you looking forward to your trip to Sweden?” Sidra asked politely, but before he could answer, Alexei jumped in.
“You know, I really appreciated your feedback at the tree farm. I’d like to repay you with a gift. Allow me to extend your trip for the next two months. All expenses paid,” he generously offered, ignoring the annoyed glare Kat was giving him. Alexei knew she was thinking that in two months’ time, she’d be leaving for Amsterdam. Vivienne was also aware of this fact, and hid her smile behind her wine glass as she took a sip. Ian gave his friend a warning glare that he promptly ignored.
“Wow, that’s a really generous offer, Alexei. That means my flight to Amsterdam two months from now won’t be so expensive,” Holt said innocently. Alexei turned beet-red and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘motherfucker’.
“Alexei, would you like a roll?” Noelle inquired brightly as she covered Ruby’s ears. “Jack, please pass him a roll. Alexei, make sure you chew very, very slow so you can enjoy the flavor. As a matter of fact, you’re going to love them so much, INSIST Jack give you two.”
Alexei grimaced, but took the rolls, biting into one and chewing so viciously, Holt had the distinct feeling Alexei wished it were HIS neck. Satisfied that the rolls would keep Alexei quiet, Noelle turned to Avery. “Hon, you have to be hot. You haven’t taken that jacket off in hours.”
“Oh no, I’m good,” Avery said hastily. After her conversation with Darby, she had been too preoccupied with her thoughts and dinner prepping to change. She was still wearing the blasted tee shirt Sidra insisted she try on. And of course Sidra would realize what she WASN’T saying. Avery watched with exasperation as her friend’s ears perked up and mischief filled her eyes.
Sweetly, Sidra insisted, “No, no you look a little flushed, Avery. Why don’t you take it off?” Ignoring the threatening glare Avery gave her, she turned to Guy, “Would you please help Avery with her coat?”
Guy wiggled his eyebrows at Darby. “Of course I’ll help Ms. Avery out of her clothes, I mean, coat. It would be my pleasure.”
“That won’t be necessary, Pip. I’ve got it,” Darby said calmly and walked around the table to stand by Avery’s chair. Patiently, he waited for her to stand up. Slowly she did and reluctantly unbuttoned her coat. His fingers brushed her shoulders, and she stiffened in response. Darby clenched his teeth as he felt his manhood expanding again. Her hair felt silky on his fingers, and he longed to sink his fingers into the rich mass of waves. Or wrap them in one hand as he….
“Are you okay, man? You look like you’ve got to take a howdy-doody,” Guy asked Darby with relish. Noelle choked on her water and sputtered as Vivienne furiously yelled, “Guy!”
The rest of the table with the exception of Avery and Darby burst into laughter, and Ruby joined in with her high-pitched giggles. Darby turned red as he took Avery’s coat, and in a small voice, she said, “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” Darby replied thickly, before setting the coat in the corner and walking back to his chair. On his way, he plucked the back of Guy’s neck hard.
Sidra was just starting to relax when Casey casually placed his hand on her thigh. She could feel the warmth of it seeping through her wool trousers and tried to discreetly shift away. His hand tightened and squeezed, letting her know escape would be futile. Sidra willed herself to relax, and Casey gently patted her thigh, letting her know that she should just sit back and relax. His hand slowly moved up her thigh, causing her center to tingle. Sidra jerked, and all eyes fell on her and then to Casey’s arm that was partially hidden underneath the table.
“Can someone please pass Casey the greens? He doesn’t have any!” Sidra declared shrilly.
“Looks like he’s got somethin’ better,” Guy murmured eyeing Casey slyly, and the men nodded in agreement. “Are there any more helpings of that? If so, I’d like some.”
“You are so overdue, Pippy,” Casey said coolly, causing Guy to laugh and Jack to shake his head at his friend’s death wish.
“You’re two for two, buddy,” Jack warned good-naturedly and as was his habit, he scooped up some food from Noelle’s plate.
Noelle frowned at him. “You do realize you are literally taking food from your unborn child.”
Jack froze with the fork halfway to his mouth and then redirected it towards Ruby’s open mouth, smiling with satisfaction as she gobbled it up.
“Good save, Jack,” Kat said with a grin. Her eyes locked with Holt’s, who sat across from her, and she forgot what she was going to say next as she got lost in blue flames. Vivienne noticed and turned to Alexei and was surprised to find his gaze was already on her. She found herself unable to look away from his mesmerizing gaze. Ian just sat quietly eating his food, amused by the evening’s shenanigans. He hoped Harvey and Moira were hanging out together, watching from above.
“Remove your hand!” Sidra hissed under her breath, but Casey just squeezed her thigh again. Suddenly there was a loud clatter, and everyone turned to look at Darby whose fork had fallen to his plate. His eyes were fixated on Avery or rather her chest. Everyone was confused until they turned to look at her, or rather the words printed across her chest.
“The hell?” Alexei said with a chuckle and everyone joined in. Kat whistled her approval and Vivienne raised her wine glass to Avery. Jack just shook his head, but his eyes were filled with quiet approval. Casey took the opportunity to move his hand up to its intended location and used his index finger to tease and stroke Sidra’s center. Desire shot through her like a pack of lit firecrackers. Luckily, the group’s focus was now on Darby and Avery.
“Is it true?” Darby asked Avery, staring into her eyes intently. “Are you guys through?”
Avery had been mentally kicking herself since her conversation with him, wondering if he would ever speak to her again. So she readily took the opportunity he gave her. “Yes, it’s true.”
The group swerved their heads, as if at a tennis match, to see Darby’s response.
“That’s good news, Ms. Avery,” he said huskily, “I mean, really good news.”
Avery couldn’t even respond; she was so caught up in the look he was giving her. Darby, with his glittering, emerald eyes, looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Her panties were now drenched with her arousal and her heavy breasts, swollen with need. She didn’t know whether to run screaming from the room or throw herself at him and beg to be taken hard, deep, and however he liked. The feel of his fingers on her shoulders, although brief, had her shook like a junkie needing a fix.
Her body was so ripe and overdue for an orgasm, that she started trembling. Avery watched his eyes drop to her breasts that were aching for
attention. Slowly his eyes rose to meet hers again, and awareness of her aroused state was evident in his sensual smile. If he even told her to cum for him, she would do so, in front of everyone. That’s how pathetic and far gone she was. He hadn’t even touched her— just asked her a simple question!
It was too much for her. Avery jumped up to excuse herself, but in the process, knocked over her glass of water. “Oh shoot! Sorry, guys,” she mumbled and tried to clean up the spill with shaking hands. Holt, who was sitting next to her, rushed to assist. Quietly he said to Avery, “Go ahead, Ms. Avery, I got it.”
“Thank you,” she said, before hurriedly leaving the room. While everyone’s attention was focused on her retreating back, Sidra took the opportunity to reach down and twist Casey’s index finger sharply; he winced and snatched his hand back.
It was Guy who broke the silence. “I swear I’m going to bring my next date here. This house is pure MAGIC.”
‘Magic my ass,” Sidra muttered as she shivered in the brisk wind. After dinner, she went to check on Avery who refused to unlock her bedroom door but insisted she was fine. Then she went to her room to take a shower. It was only after she got out, that she realized her suitcases with her lingerie, pajamas, and nighttime toiletries were gone. Sidra had been forced to rely on Noelle to provide for her. Her anger was so far gone, she was numb. Inside her pocket, her phone vibrated. She reached in and pulled it out, grimacing as she saw her mother’s number. With a sigh, she answered.
“Hey, Mom,” she said bracing herself, because she already knew what her mother was calling for.
“Hi, sweetie!” Her mom trilled and Sidra winced, automatically pulling the phone from her ear. “Thank you so much for the gifts. Did you get mine?”
“I did, I put it under my tree at home so I’ll have something to look forward to,” Sidra replied.
There was a moment of silence on the other end before her mother spoke softly.
“Your father said you sent his gift back again.”
“I did,” Sidra confirmed. “I’m not interested in his guilt money and never have been.”
“Sidra…. can’t you at least speak to him? I’ve long since forgiven him; you have to let go of that anger too,” her mother urged.
Sidra reached the trailer. “Mom, in order for me to let go of any anger, I would have to feel something in the first place. I don’t, so there is nothing to let go of. Now I have to go but will call you Christmas morning. Love you.”
She hung up the phone and pounded on the trailer door. Immediately it swung open, revealing a bare-chested Casey, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.
‘To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night visit?” he asked cheerfully.
“I’m here for my stuff,” Sidra stated blandly, keeping her eyes on his face. Do not look below his neck, she told herself sternly.
He smiled in triumph and stepped back allowing her room to enter. “Then come in and get it.”
Step in to my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Resolutely, Sidra entered, trying not to draw in the fresh clean scent of him as she carefully stepped past him. His hair was still damp from a recent shower. Inside the trailer, it was warm and cozy. She surveyed the spacious surroundings. It was of modern design and had a small kitchen, bathroom, nook with television, and a queen size bed. And next to the bed was her luggage.
Sidra turned back around to see him leaning against the door, silently watching her. “Nice trailer. I can see why Ian called dibs on it.”
Curiosity laced his voice. “Why would he be callin’ dibs on my place?”
“Oh, because he thinks I’m going to kill you,” she said nonchalantly and watched him straighten up, eyes filled with interest.
“And are you here to do that, darlin’?” Casey drawled, stepping closer to her. She took one step back, and he took one step forward.
“Not if you answer my question honestly,” Sidra said calmly.
“Okay, what’s your question?” Casey asked humoring her. The sooner they got this out of the way, the faster he could get her out of her clothes.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT TONIGHT?!?!” Sidra shouted. Her eyes were filled with anger. “Why would you do that to me? We had a deal. Everything was supposed to be a private arrangement. Then when I decide to end it, you put me on blast! Why would you do that to me?!”
“BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS NOT JUST ABOUT YOU!” Casey yelled right back at her. “Yes, I blindly agreed to your terms, and as a lawyer, I’m embarrassed as hell to admit it. But this arrangement isn’t working for me, because I’m not interested in being anybody’s fuckboy, Sidra!” He stepped closer to her, barely resisting the urge to grab her, hold her to him like he wanted too, and not let go until she saw things his way. “We tried it your way; now we’re gonna try it my way. I refuse to hide what we’re doin’ like it’s a dirty lil’ secret. We’re not, and I won’t let you treat us that way any longer.”
The room was closing in on her, and Sidra felt like she couldn’t breathe. She had to get out and with her pride intact. Why was he going on about this, like she was so important to him? He was giving her false hope. Just like Charlie Brown and Lucy van Pelt, with the football. Sidra wanted to believe it could happen, but she knew better. She opened her mouth, and told the biggest lie of her life. “That’s not what I want.”
Chapter Ten
Casey felt like his own chest was crumbling. And it was a pain like nothing he’d ever felt. She was rejecting him, but he didn’t understand why. He could see the longing in her eyes, but her lips were saying something different. That’s how in tune he was with her. He could feel the discord running through her, and it gave him hope. As long as she was feeling conflicted, then he had a chance.
“So again, I’ll ask the two most important questions. One, why are you wasting your time with this person? Two, what scares you from going after what you want?”
“Alright then; strip,” he said tonelessly, giving a mirthless chuckle as her eyes widened in alarm.
“Did you not hear me? I don’t want to do this,” Sidra tried to remain firm, but her voice held a slight quiver.
“Oh I heard you, darlin’. I just I don’t believe you,” Casey replied grimly. “I’m willing to give Ian this trailer in the mornin’ if your pussy is as dry as the Sahara Desert right now. Which by the way, I don’t believe is the case.”
Sidra hated how his words made her even hornier. Haughtily she informed him, “I’m not doing this with you. You stole my luggage, forcing me to borrow clothes from another woman, but I draw the line at wearing someone else’s panties- What are you doing?!”
Casey pressed her against the bathroom door and yanked her pajama bottoms down. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and his mouth watered, hungry for a taste of her. He kneeled down in front of her and buried his face in her nether lips. Her thin strip of hair was already glistening with her juices. His tongue delved between her lips and lapped up her sweetness with slow strokes, before lazily circling her swollen clit.
“Shiiiiit!” she cried, spreading her legs, still trapped by the pants, as wide as they could go, eager for more of that tongue. No one ate pussy like Casey Sullivan. The man took his time and savored her like she was a seven course meal. His lips sucked her clit in, and he wiggled his tongue around it. Sidra jerked off the wall, grabbing at his hair for balance. “More. Don’t you dare stop, Casey!”
He pulled back and stood up. “Then stop fightin’ with me, strip, and get your ass on the bed, Sid.”
Eagerly she obeyed, yanking her clothes off and dropping them wherever as she made her way to the bed. Casey stroked himself through his bottoms as he watched in admiration. She was perfection. Like a diamond still in its raw, uncut stage. Her skin, the color of milk chocolate, was so smooth and perfect. Years of kickboxing had given her tall frame a lean and lightly muscled look, but she was curvy in all the right places. Her breasts were small, but fit his hands perfectly. They were so full, they tipped up and were toppe
d by nipples as dark as blackberries. He couldn’t get enough of them. Her ass was small, round, and full like a tight bubble, and her legs went on for days. Combined with that beautiful face, Sidra Barton was a lethal combination that he would do anything to make his. Starting right now.
He walked towards her, pulling his own bottoms off. Casey enjoyed the look of admiration on her face as she looked him up and down lustily, the way her mouth opened slightly when her eyes rested on his thick, swollen manhood. She licked her lips, and he knew what she wanted. “On the bed.”
Sidra didn’t have to be told where. She sat in front of him with that big cock of his level with her mouth. It was long and dark red, almost purplish, the tip coated in precum. Sidra gripped his thighs, smirking as goosebumps quickly spread over his magnificent body. She was so fucking aroused, and it was all this gorgeous man’s fault, because no one did it for her like he did. If they were going to end, then she wanted to go out with a bang and ruin him for everyone else as well. Her tongue swirled around him, savoring the salty taste of his excitement, before slowly sucking him into her mouth. He groaned softly and gently thrust forward, encouraging her to take more. Game on. She licked and sucked him up and down, swirling round and round, alternating between his shaft and balls. More liquid oozed from his head, and she swallowed every drop.