by Daya Daniels
“What don’t I understand?” I quip.
He scrubs his face with his big hands. “You’re different, Cass. I wanted to keep you to myself. I wanted everything to stay like it was but it was unrealistic. I knew that.
“Do you think I anticipated for any of this to happen?” He scowls. “I never in my life thought I’d meet a woman like you. I didn’t know how to deal with it.”
I sniffle and wipe my tears, while watching him pace the floor.
“I came to talk to you last night. I swear I did. I was going to tell you everything.”
I give him a skeptical look. He lifts his hands in surrender. “I swear I did, Cass but you and your mother and Symone...”
“Were arguing.” I whisper, completing his sentence.
He breathes out, meeting my eyes. “Yesss.”
“You heard it all?”
“Yesss.” He answers in a hushed tone, staring at the floor. “And I don’t regret it, Cass. I don’t regret hearing any of it.”
I scrunch my face staring at him. “Have you been deleting my emails?”
Nico’s face turns hard. “Yesss.” He says without apology.
I slump my shoulders in defeat. “I don’t understand, Nico. I mean, I do a little but...you can’t do this to me.”
He stalks across the room, cupping my face in his hands. “Você dizendo? What are you saying, Cass?”
My resolve crumbles a little at his warmth that surrounds me like a lustful fog, drugging me up on the scent of his skin.
Dangerous. Trouble. Fuck.
“What the fuck are you saying?” He asks, his face pained as though I’ve just cut him.
“I don’t know.” I murmur, realizing I’m speechless.
“Cass.” He says sternly. “I love you and I know you love me. I knew you’d be upset but I don’t think it warrants what I think you’re trying to fucking say to me. “ He snarls. “I don’t know what you think this is but you don’t just get to walk away, pretty girl – not after all this.”
My top lip quivers wildly, when he runs his hands over the exposed skin at my shoulders. He moves closer into my space, crowding me, his big body eclipsing mine and I think I’m almost out of breath. With each step he takes forward, I stumble, until my back is flush against the cool glass behind me.
Possessive. Needy. Hot.
I’m fucking owned.
“What do you think this is, Cass?” He rests a hand above me against the glass. His golden eyes blaze nearly hypnotizing me. His lips are parted, as he traces the line of my jaw with the fingertips of his other hand. They slow trail down the middle of my stomach, settling just around my navel for a moment. Lingering. They drift again. The cool air touches my bare thighs when the thin material of my dress flips up, allowing his hand to delve deeper and his fingers to explore underneath it and slip along my seam.
Our heavy breathing mixes when Nico’s lips brush against mine. I steal away his mouth with mine, savoring the sweet taste of red wine, unapologetic possessiveness and sin that lingers on his tongue. I’m unraveling. A squeak leaves my mouth, when a finger pushes inside of me and warm lips caress the shell of my ear. The haunting song, I Found by Amber Run sounds from the stereo, which only amplifies my emotions.
“What do you think this is, Cass huh?” Nico asks, pushing this thick finger deeper inside of me. Then another.
I moan as they slide in and out of my wetness. Involuntarily, I part my legs wider, the force of his hand doing most of the work, pushing me into the glass with each thrust. I wrap my hands around his thick wrist, feeling the corded lines in his forearms as his fingers fuck me while he keeps my gaze. A whimper leaves my mouth, when his thumb grazes over my clit.
“What the fuck do you think this is, Cass?” He rasps out, while I begin to buck against his hand, hating myself for allowing this to distract me from my interrogation.
My vision blurs and I can’t speak. My words are a tangled mess in my brain. My mouth falls open and my thighs quiver, with each stroke his thick fingers make tunneling deeper into my slit.
“Nico.”
“You don’t just get to walk away, Cass. This isn’t fiction. This isn’t a game. This isn’t some fucked up romance story that ends with us breaking up over some dumb shit.
“This.
“Isn’t.
“That.
“Fucking.
“Story.
“This is our lives – mine and yours.
“This is real.
“What we have-is-real, pretty girl and I’m not letting it go. I’ve introduced you to my daughter.” He whispers. “And I don’t introduce anyone to Tat.”
I shut my eyes, sinking into the pleasure threatening to explode from my core.
“I won’t allow people and their bullshit to get in your head about us. Your sister and that jealous asshole brother of mine included.” He hisses into my ear, while his warm breaths ghost my face.
His thumb massages my clit and with every thrust of his fingers deep inside me, my back knocks against the glass in the same rhythm as my ragged breathing. I don’t stop him. Do I want him to stop? I’m moaning. I’m whimpering. Beads of sweat drip from my temples and down my neck, pooling between my breasts.
I meet Nico’s eyes with my watery ones that are threatening to overflow. My brows meet in the middle of my forehead, forming a deep dent like the one that feels like is in my heart, cracking it in half. I’m torn – pissed off and in love, which is a monumental combination of fucked up’ness. A strangled groan spills from my lips when I come, my pussy clenching and pulsing around Nico’s magical fingers. He slips out of me, undoing his pants desperately. His thighs nudge mine open wider, when his lips come crashing down onto mine, consuming me with a soul-stealing, brain-scrambling, slit-soaking kiss. The sound of shredding fills my ears when my body jerks, as he rips my panties completely away and buries the monster deep inside of me.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders frantically, when a scream leaves my mouth at the invasion. I breathe him in, everything that is this magnificent man. His forehead presses into mine, forcing me to look into those golden marbles that speak to my soul.
“Eu te amo. I love you.” Nico whispers, settling into a stroke that undoes the tangled knots that have settled in the pit of my stomach. “You don’t just get to walk away. You don’t. You’re a necessity in my life, Cass. I need you. I love you too fucking much.”
“Eu te amo, Nico.” I choke out at the force of his heavy weight as it slams into me, splitting me wide open, filling me with him and soon I’m crashing into another orgasm, while his name becomes a chant on my lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nico
“Your full name?” Cass asks, curled up in front of me naked, surrounded by soft white sheets.
It’s some ungodly hour in the morning and Cass and I have been up talking for a while. It’s dark, except for the faint light that filters into the bedroom from the full moon outside that illuminates the black water. The door to the deck is open, allowing the ocean breeze to creep in and sweep over where we lay.
I dip down and murmur into her ear. “Nicolau Xavier Cruz.”
“N.X.C.” She whispers. “I always wondered what the X stood for.”
“Sim. Yes. You can Google me.”
She rolls her eyes and giggles. “I’m not going to cyber stalk you.”
I only laugh and nudge her over to face me.
“And you are the chief financial officer for CCorporation.”
“Yes and a few other things for my family’s companies, including keeping an eye on Aurelio’s other investments, like his sailing team.”
“And how exactly do you manage to do that without physically being there?”
I take a deep breath. “It’s only for a few months out of the year that I’m not in the office, besides a lot of what I do is oversight. Plus, we have all the wonders of modern technology now like Skype and email, so I don’t necessarily need to be sitting at my desk to do my job. A
nd besides, I’m the boss of many talented individuals who are more than capable of running the ship when I’m not there.”
Cass whispers. “I understand.”
It’s quiet for a while. I busy myself with dragging my fingers along the insides of her thighs.
“I think my sister hates me.” She says looking away from me.
Her statement sheds light on why she seems so distracted. I press my index finger to her cheek forcing her to look at me. She only shrugs in response to my silent question.
“Siblings can be funny.” I rationalize.
“I mean, I know she loves me, Nico but still she hates me. She can be loving and then vicious all in the same breath.”
Bipolar, perhaps? Multiple personalities, possibly? Or, maybe just plain insane?
“I know the feeling. Tomas can be quite the same but I’m used to it after these years, besides I have other siblings.”
Huh?
“What?” Cass looks at me stunned and lets out a loud laugh.
“I have an older brother named Marco. He lives in London and stays very low on the radar, much like me.”
“Oh, my God.” I whisper, worriedly. “Is there anything else I should know?”
I only laugh. “Marco and I have a different type of relationship but then again Marco is far different from Tomas.”
Cass shuts her eyes again and gazes across the room, seeming lost in her thoughts.
“Are you still angry at me?” I question.
“I don’t know.” She whispers, answering me honestly.
I fiddle with a lock of her hair, arranging it over her skin. “I’ve never been slapped like that.”
She groans and covers her face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”
I laugh. It was the truth. I’ve never been slapped like that. If it were anyone else they would’ve left my presence with a broken something after pulling that shit.
“I wasn’t thinking.”
I pull her tighter to me in the crook of my body where she fits so perfectly and run my thumb over her cheek.
“No, you weren’t pretty girl but it’s okay.”
She squirms next to me. I pull the sheet away and slip between her thighs, resting my elbows at each side of her head. I nudge my nose into hers, enjoying the feeling of her legs wrapped around me.
“What are you worried about?” I question, placing a soft kiss to her lips.
“I don’t know. I liked our little life on that boat.”
“So, did I.”
“I’m worried it will be different now.”
“No different, Cass. I’m still that guy. I’m just this guy too.” I clarify.
I kiss her lips again, sucking on the top one while I watch Cass’ long lashes brush the tops of her cheek.
“I’m still me.”
She smiles and her eyes fly open.
“I would pay millions to see that smile, Cass. Literally.”
“I bet you could.” She murmurs with a giggle. Her hands rake through my hair and she looks at me with those brown eyes of hers, like I’m the most incredible thing in the world. It’s looks like these that made me fall in love with her to begin with. The same way she looked at me right before we fucked on Reel Talk, is the way she looks at me now. Nothing’s changed and I want more.
“I used to be so scared.” She admits.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I rain soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose and her lips, waiting for her to speak again.
“I was terrified that everything would go all wrong. I was broken-hearted, jobless and miserable.” Her eyes tear over and one spills from her left eye and dribbles down into her ear. “Then you came along.” She sniffles. “And I fell in love with you at probably one of the worst times in my life.”
“Well, thank fuck for that.” I whisper.
Cass giggles even though I hear the crack in her voice.
“It’s just funny how things happen.” Her fingers caress my tricep.
I give her a smile.
“We’re moving too fast, Nico.”
“I don’t care, Cass.”
“You might regret me.”
I kiss her lips. “Never.”
She nods and pulls me down into a kiss. I push my tongue deep into her mouth, stealing her breath away. I pull away from her wet, pouty lips panting and hungry. I squeeze her breasts and dip down to take each nipple into my mouth. Cass squirms in my grip. A hiss leaves her lips when I dip lower to the mound of her pretty pussy and run my cheek along the soft skin in between her thighs, inhaling the natural scent of her skin that always makes my mouth water. She’s turned on. Her eyes are hazy and her lips are parted as she waits for me to feast on her. Her pussy is waxed bald, as always. I run my finger along her hot seam, admiring how perfect is. A kiss to the inside of her left thigh, coaxes a cry from Cass’s lips and forces her legs to shiver. I growl at how responsive to my touch she is and I’m already hard, grinding myself into the bed.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” She whispers, her breasts heaving in anticipation.
Her legs fall open wider. She’s begging for it! I yank her forward, startling her and pull her legs over my shoulders, caressing the length of her legs and squeezing her ass cheeks in the process. I slide away, yanking Cass’s small body to the edge of the bed. I drop down to the floor on my knees in front of her small body.
“Spread them.” I instruct. “Wide.”
Cass spreads her legs and pulls them back, completely exposing herself to me. She’s ankles to ears, looking like a warm pretzel that I want to fucking devour. I prop one leg up and dive into her pussy, face first licking and sucking on her flesh that’s already dripping with wetness.
She whimpers, right when I take my cock in my hand and stroke it with the wetness that drips from her pussy. My tongue settles on her clit. When it flutters over her tender bundle of nerves, Cass gives me the sexiest fucking whine I think I’ve ever heard. She gasps and drops her head back against the bed. I stroke myself feverishly while I eat her pussy out, licking and lapping at her flesh, enjoying the euphoric sounds that leave her lips. I run my tongue along her crack from pussy to ass, settling on the tight hole for a moment. I’m painfully hard, ready to fucking explode from the sight in front of me. She moans when my lips kiss the tight puckered hole between her pretty cheeks.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” She breathes out.
I draw her lips into my mouth, one by one, slowing the action that forces her thighs to shake violently in front of me. Precum drips from the head of my swollen dick and my balls tighten with the need to come. My face is soaked. I run my tongue around the outside of my mouth, allowing Cass to observe the filthy gesture. I taste everything her and dip back down to her slit. My tongue flutters over her clit and sucks hard. She screams and moans. I speed up the stroke of my hand along the length of my cock, gritting my teeth at the delicious sounds of Cass coming. When her mewls subside, I push up from the floor and ease into her pussy, coming with a savage growl in less than two strokes. This woman is the fucking undoing of me.
Cassandra
That one night aboard the Zephyr changed everything. Everything besides the dynamic of Nico and I’s relationship. We were the same but I guess we were a bit different. I spent most of my time staying with Nico in his third deck apartment, fucking it seemed, was all we did when Tatiana wasn’t around. In between that, we talked and I discovered more about him. He finally allowed me to read some of his writing. The stories were short and were mostly about fishing on board Reel Talk and spending time with me. A lot of them made me blush, when I realized there was so much detail he captured with his words.
The qualifiers were over and the official match was tomorrow. Out of the five challenger teams, Aurelio’s team had done well and were a part of the top four challengers from the qualifiers. They paired off for the semi-finals but were knocked out before the finals. They were officially out of the race.
The two winnin
g challenger teams went on to face each other in the finals. After today, that left only one team left to face the defenders.
Aurelio was disappointed and spent last few nights getting tanked with Marielle and a few of his friends that were on the island but he promised his team would be back for the next race, prepared to fight for the coveted cup again.
This morning, I sit under a shaded area of the private deck that surrounds the apartment. I have a perfect view of the island in the distance. The wind is up and the water is calm. Tatiana’s giggles echo from the pool deck where she swims this morning with Tomas.
Sitting in front of my laptop, I click through some of the shots I’ve taken over the past few weeks of the men that race these crafts. The pictures are incredible, capturing nearly every moment while the crewmen work to control the wing-sail catamarans as they rip through the water.
The pitter-patter of wet feet hitting the deck cause me to look up. Tatiana heads towards me with a towel wrapped around her. Her skin is tanned from the sun and her cheeks are pink. She plops down in the lounge chair next to me.
“Bonjour!” Marielle sings out, as she approaches.
“Good morning.” I sing song, encouraging her to come farther inside.
She pokes her head around the door. I eye over her attire. She’s wearing a white bathing suit with a gauzy cover up and a hat big enough to block out the entire sun. She pulls off her massive sunglasses and heads to the glass railing in front of us.
“Gosh, it’s beautiful out here.”
I shut my laptop. She heads over to where Tatiana and I are sitting and drops down into her seat with a loud breath. For having had three grown sons, Marielle has an amazing figure.
“How exciting it must be what you’re doing now.” She says with her a thick accent, giving me a radiant smile.
“It is.”
“Why did you want to become a lawyer to begin with?”
“I had admired a woman named Lois Brown Evans since I was a girl. She was a lawyer and a politician. She became the island’s first female barrister in 1953 and in later years was appointed the island’s first female Attorney General.”