by Tia Siren
That was when it dawned on me. Cassie’s dad wasn’t going to be home until Sunday or Monday, which meant she was home all alone, and I remembered the gate keycode. I turned down the music and bit my lip, trying to decide whether I was brave enough. What was the worst that could happen? She could turn me away, but it wouldn’t be any different than the several times before.
“Fuck it,” I said, turning the music back up and steering the car toward Cassie’s house.
I pulled up to the gate and put in the combination, hoping it didn’t change from day to day. When the iron gates started to slide open, I smiled, giving myself a mental high five. I pulled up in front of the house and turned off the car, looking up at the one light on in the house on the upper floor. It must have been Cassie’s room, but I hoped there wasn’t anyone else there. It looked like the staff had all gone home for the night, which was good because I didn’t want any witnesses running back to Mark. I got out of the car and rang the doorbell, looking around until the door opened.
“Scott,” Cassie said, looking surprised. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t say a word, just walked straight inside, turned around, grabbed her by the arms, and kissed her as deeply as I could. She was stiff at first but quickly melted into me, and her breath began to quicken as my tongue swirled around in her mouth. I was the alpha like I had always been when it came to passion and lust between us, and there was no way she could resist it because I knew she still had feelings for me. Feeling her close to me, tasting her lips, smelling the sweet scent of the lavender in her hair put my skin on edge. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck, and I could feel how powerfully strong the attraction between us was. I was incredibly turned on, and all I could think about was getting her naked and feeling the warmth of her wet pussy.
It felt like a million years since I had touched her, felt her in my arms, taken her into me, and I didn’t want it to ever end. I wasn’t going to let it end. I wanted her in my life, and I wanted her in it for good. No more games. No more heartbreak. Just the two of us.
Her hands rolled up my sides and over my chest, her fingertips digging into my skin. She whimpered into my mouth, turning me on even more. I could tell she wanted me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Just knowing that made my dick hard, and I pressed my stomach forward, grinding my cock against her. She reached down and ran her hands over the bulge in my pants. I groaned into her, pulling her forward, closer to me. She was waiting for me to make the next move, to be the alpha, to take her however I wanted. But what I wanted was to turn her on so much that she couldn’t wait any longer, that she begged me for more. I leaned down and kissed her neck, moving my lips up to her ear.
“You know you were made for me,” I whispered. “Your body, every curve, every shiver, it was all made for me. You can’t deny it. No one can. It’s time I took you. It’s time we cut out all the bullshit and you become mine once and for all. No more running, Cassie. Your lips belong against mine, and this big, thick shaft belongs inside you.”
She whimpered, barely able to move. I smiled and leaned down, picking her up and cradling her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her lips over me. Then she turned her head and pointed me up the large staircase and down the hall to her bedroom. I opened the door and kicked it shut behind us before walking over to the bed and laying her gently down. I reached up and unbuttoned her shorts, carefully pulling them over her perfect, soft curves. She looked up at me with dark eyes, lying there in a tank top and panties, her nipples hard and poking through her top. She sat up slightly and pulled her shirt off, letting her breasts fall out and bounce up and down. I bit my bottom lip and stood back to take off my shorts and shirt. I rubbed my hand up and down the bulge in my boxers.
Slowly, I reached forward, grabbed the edges of her panties, and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the side. She was so sexy lying there naked, her legs pressed together, her body sprawled out in front of me, waiting for me to take it. I ran my hand up her thigh and bent forward, pressing my lips against hers, feeling her breathing heavily beneath me. I could taste the sweetness on her lips and smell the need pulsing through her veins. It was erotic, lustful, and I was more than ready to pleasure her in every way I possibly could.
I moved down her body, kissing the side of her neck, the crevasse of her shoulder, the top of her breast, and down over her nipples. I pulled a hard nipple into my mouth, listening to her moan as I swirled my tongue around it. She was more sensitive there than before, and I loved hearing the tones in her voice as it echoed through her room. I flicked my tongue against her over and over before pulling my lips away and moving down her body. I lingered over her belly, rubbing my hands over it, kissing it gently with my lips. She arched her back and pulled her fingers through my hair, wanting more. I lay down on my stomach and pushed her thighs far apart, looking down at her glistening pink pussy.
I pushed two fingers inside her and flicked the tips, pulling a high-pitched scream from her chest. I growled, putting my face down into her folds and moving my lips through her juices. She was so wet, wetter than I had ever felt her before. She gripped tightly to my hair as my tongue flicked against her clit, my mouth following it up with a high-pressured kiss. She squirmed and moaned, digging her fingers into my head, thrusting her hips upward and swirling her beautiful mound against my mouth. She was going crazy, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, so I tipped the scales and sent her flying over the edge. She cried out, her chest arching into the air as she climaxed, her juices running down my fingers and her body shaking with passion.
I rubbed her clit with my fingers as she absorbed every vibration from her orgasm before falling back onto the bed, breathing heavily. I pulled off my boxers and climbed up over her, pulling her leg up to my side. She moaned as the tip of my bulging cock rubbed through her pussy and over her clit, sending heat from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I grabbed my shaft and slowly pushed into her, letting her wetness envelop me. She groaned, closing her eyes and grabbing my back, pulling me in deeper and deeper. She looked up at me with passion in her eyes.
“Fuck me hard,” she said.
“Yeah?” I said, thrusting hard against her and stopping. “Like that?”
She moaned. “Yes,” she said. “Faster.”
I gripped her waist and bit my lip, thrusting my hips forward over and over. She leaned up on her arms, throwing her head back and growling as I fucked her deep and hard, just like she asked for. Heat gathered low in my belly as my body slammed forward and back again. I wanted to push every inch of myself inside her. I wanted to feel her soul wrapped around me as we gave in to the lust neither one of us had forgotten. I slowed my pace and leaned forward, kissing her lips gently and wrapping my arm around her waist. I pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach before reaching forward and helping her up to her knees. I rose up on mine and moved forward, pressing my forehead against the back of her head as the distance between us diminished.
She reached behind her and grabbed my cock, pushing it inside her and moaning as she threw her head back onto my shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her chest, massaging her breasts, and slid the other around her waist and down between her legs. Immediately our bodies began to move in sync, her hips moving up and down, my cock slowly moving through her wetness. She moaned as my fingers rubbed her clit, pushing her toward another climax. The sound of her whimpering echoed throughout my head, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. As she grew closer, her movements became faster, rougher, until I was thrusting hard and deep over and over. She cried out as I rubbed circles around her clit, feeling her soft skin against my hand.
“Fuck,” she whispered breathlessly, reaching down and pressing against my hand.
I growled as she began to shake against me, her body convulsing and writhing. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and her juices exploded down my shaft, dripping over my balls. I tilted my head forward and nibbled on her shoulder as I erupted in an orgasm. I thrust into h
er and let out a groan, my cock releasing my hot seed deep inside her. I pulsed my hips slowly until every wave of ecstasy had been extinguished. I pulled out and turned her head to the side, kissing her lips. She lay down in the bed and curled into a ball, reaching for me.
I lay next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She gripped tightly to my wrist, and I smiled, leaned forward, and kissed the side of her head, taking in a deep breath of her shampoo. I lifted my head back up and realized she had already fallen asleep with a small smile on her lips. I pulled the blankets up over her and got comfortable next to her, feeling completely enamored by the woman in my arms. I was feeling triumphant for bringing Cassie back into my life, and I hoped that in the morning she still felt the same way. She and that baby were everything, everything I ever needed and wanted. I would never let either one of them go, and I would do everything I could to keep them happy, safe, and secure. They were my future.
Chapter 32
Cassie
The sun peeked in through my long, thick drapes, sending light throughout my room. I groaned, turned over, and snuggled in deeper, taking in a deep breath of Scott’s cologne. I opened my eyes, remembering he had been there, that I had fallen asleep in his big strong arms. But where he fell asleep, he no longer lay. I turned over and sat up slightly, looking around the room. His shirt was still slung over the chair, and as I went to get up, the door creaked open and in he walked carrying a tray with tea on it.
“Good morning,” he said, smiling as he walked over and set the tray on the nightstand. “Don’t get up just yet. Let the nausea subside some. I brought you some tea and a couple pieces of toast. It’s ginger tea. I read that ginger is good for morning sickness, and one way to combat the full-on effects is to nibble on something before you get out of bed. The toast will soak up some of those acids in your stomach and give it something to digest. As far as the ginger, I don’t know why it calms the stomach, but everything I read said it’s the best all-natural cure for morning sickness. We can pick up some fresh ginger or pickled ginger, and you can eat it when you are feeling ill.”
“How do you know all that?” I asked, taking a piece of toast.
“Well, I have two pregnancy books at home, and the rest I read on forums online,” he said. “I wouldn’t suggest you read the forums. They will scare the shit out of you.”
I smiled. “Noted.”
I couldn’t believe he knew all of that, or that he had been doing research to understand my pregnancy better. I couldn’t imagine him sitting in his house reading pregnancy books and digesting the information. I hadn’t done anything like that yet. Hell, I hadn’t even read the pamphlets they sent me home with from the doctor’s office. He sat down next to me on the bed and brushed my hair out of my eyes, smiling at me.
“The summer is nearly over,” he said. “When do you leave to go back to school?”
“I’m not. Not right now anyway,” I said. “I told my dad I wanted to take a year off from school. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant though. I thought one shock at a time would be better. I told him I needed to figure out my life, what I wanted to do with it, and then decide whether I was on the right path for college. I don’t want to be in construction.”
“How did he take it?”
“Relatively well actually. As far as the pregnancy, I wanted to be solid in where I stood, where we stood, before I told him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and the fact is, I don’t want to be a single mother. I want to raise this baby with you, as a family. I know I could do it alone if I really had to, but in the back of my mind, I was hoping we would work out. My biggest fear is how my father will react when he finds out. I want it to come from me, or us even, not from someone like Carl or the other people who like to stick their noses in other people’s business. This has to be handled gently. I mean, you know my father. Things like this are his worst nightmare. I’m scared he won’t approve of you, or us, or even us as a family.”
“I need you to stop worrying about things like that,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Even if the worst happens and he doesn’t approve of us, we will make it work. I hate to say it, and I mean no disrespect in the matter, but I don’t care what your father thinks. I care about what you think and what we think as a couple, because we are the ones who have to live this life.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I just wish it could go smoothly and not be a battle between us. He is my father, and with my mother always gone, he is the only other person besides you and Whitney who has always had my back.”
“I understand that, but you have to live for yourself at some point,” he said. “I know my worth. It’s something I didn’t give myself credit for last time around. We will be able to make a life for ourselves, and a good one, without his help. Even if the store thing never came to fruition, I would work construction every day if it meant you and that baby had everything you needed. I am no stranger to responsibility or taking care of the ones I love, no matter what.”
“I know you’re not.” I rubbed my hand over his cheek. “You are a saint for taking care of your mother for so many years. I don’t want you to always have that kind of burden.”
“It’s not a burden when you are doing it out of your own free will.”
“I’m just sad. That’s all,” I said, putting down my tea. “I love my dad despite all his shortcomings. You are right, though. I need to start doing what is best for me, for us, and for the baby. I can’t live under my father’s thumb for the rest of my life, and he is going to have to face the fact that I am not his little girl anymore. I am a grown woman with aspirations and dreams, and they don’t always fit with his.”
“I know this has to be hard on you,” he said softly. “I know your father is pretty much all you have as far as parents, especially with your mother having been away for so long. But this is important. It would be much better to tell him sooner instead of later. The sooner he knows about it, the more time he has to process everything. I want him to be a part of your life and this baby’s life, but if he makes it impossible, then that is on him. Once you tell him the truth, the ball is in his court, just like it was with me.”
I knew he was right, no matter how bad it pained me to realize it. I needed to tell my father, and I needed to do so before I got so far along that hiding the pregnancy would be impossible. He would need time. I already knew that. This wasn’t the kind of news he would see coming. This would blindside him, but I figured it was probably better that way. He would be caught off guard and not have the time to come up with a plan to ruin this for us. My father sounded like a terrible man, but I knew deep down he had my best interest at heart. He just couldn’t seem to remember what being in love was like.
“My father is coming back from his trip today,” I said. “I say we do it tonight. We can talk to him about us, then about the baby, and finally about the future and what that all means. I’ve known my father my whole life, and he has always made his choices by figuring out the best possible outcome for the people he loves. I am the most important person to him, and he won’t want to lose me. Will you do that for me? Will you come and sit down with him?”
“You know your father better than anyone, and if you think that is the best way to handle this, then of course I will come with you,” he said. “We are a team now, a family in the making, and you don’t ever have to handle any of these things on your own again. You jump, I jump. Okay?”
“Thank you.” I said. “That means a lot, knowing I don’t have to face all of this by myself. I’m so glad you came over last night, that you decided enough was enough. I want you to know that my top priorities are this baby and you and transitioning us through all of this in the best way possible.”
“I know that,” he said. “I’ve always known that, even when I was trying to convince myself of the opposite.”
“I’m worried about ruining your life again,” I said. “You have done so much to get to where you are. You got a new job, you found a partner for your business, and you finally got u
s back together. My father is an angry man, and I don’t want to see him do what he did a couple weeks ago.”
“He won’t,” he said. “He won’t because he can no longer keep us apart, and not only because of the baby, but because we have a bond that can’t be broken now.”
“You’re right,” I said with a sigh. “I just don’t want to lose him in the process. It has to be done though. Every second we wait is another second he could be accepting it, moving forward, and being the man I hope my father truly is. You and I will never be at peace and ready to tackle a family if we keep hiding from him. We shouldn’t have to hide our love for each other or the love for our child.”
“For now,” Scott said, taking the toast and setting it down on the tray, “let’s enjoy the rest of the morning just being together.”
I smiled and curled up next to him, pulling the blankets over me and resting my head on his chest. It felt so good to be with him, to feel him close to me. I had missed him more than I could have known I would, and he was finally back in my life. I was going to tell my father that night, and I was going to stand my ground. Not only did I need Scott in my life, but our child would need him too. This was non-negotiable in every way imaginable.
We spent the morning cuddling in my bed, trying desperately to keep our minds off what was going to happen that night. Then we threw on our clothes and headed to Scott’s house, figuring it was probably best that we weren’t there when my father arrived. I had to be careful about how we handled this, and being there curled up in bed together was not the answer. Besides, getting out of my father’s house and relaxing with Scott was exactly what I needed to keep the anxiety at bay. I knew it was unhealthy for me to go through this kind of stress, but it had to be done. There was no way I couldn’t be a part of it. I wasn’t going to let Scott face the wolf on his own. He would get torn apart.