“No doubt your father will be. He’ll probably call you by your full name.”
“Cassie Shannon,” she says, mocking him, and I laugh. She’s got his facial expression down pat.
“I can’t believe my mother married your father.”
“I can’t believe your father married my mother. They seem totally wrong for each other, don’t they?”
I nod. “They do.”
“They’ll probably get divorced, won’t they?”
I laugh, and nod again. “Wouldn’t be her first divorce, won’t be her last.”
“This is going to be a really shitty family holiday, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I say. “No doubt.”
She takes my hand, squeezes it tight, and I squeeze back.
And we walk back to our hotel.
“I’m going to keep a diary,” she says. “So I can read it in three years and see how much my impressions of London have changed.”
I just snort.
“You think it’s stupid, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“You already lived it once. What the fuck you gotta write it down for?”
“Uh, so you don’t forget?”
I shrug. “Just don’t forget, then.”
*
chapter eleven
“Hey, stepsister, what do you say we get the fuck out of here? Ditch our parents, and go holiday on our own?”
I look at Chance, eyes narrowed, and make a face. “Don’t call me that. Don’t call me stepsister.”
“What do you say?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on, Cass, you know you want to. You really want to tag along with them?” He gestures at the wall of my hotel room which is right next door to my father’s and his mother’s.
I can hear their arguing voices drifting faintly through the wall.
“You want to listen to that this whole two weeks?”
“They won’t argue for the whole trip.”
“You know you want to, Cass.”
“Want to what?”
“Get away from your father.”
“And your mother,” I fire back.
“Hey,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t blame you. Call it like it is, by all means.”
“I bet you want to get away from my father, too.”
“Damn fucking straight I do. Guy’s a total douche.”
I roll my eyes.
But it was true. I did want to get away from my father and his mother. They were being so annoying and insufferable, and to be perfectly frank, I’d had enough of this shot-to-hell ‘family holiday’ already. On the second day, my father and his mother had never once not been snippy with each other, if not engaged in a full-blown argument.
We had come back to the hotel to find them fighting in their room, and so Chance and I went to mine – the adjacent one.
“Let’s get our own room in a hotel somewhere else. Let’s do our own thing, what we want. Are you really interested in spending tomorrow with your dad and my mom?”
I shake my head. I definitely don’t want to. Even though we’re going to both Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament – some of which I saw today already – I’m not interested in spending an entire day with them. It had already been one hell of a negotiation for me to even get today free for myself.
“What do you say?”
“What about money?”
“Come on,” he says. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a little tucked away. And anyway, you’ll have a chance to ask your dad for some before we leave.”
“We’re going to tell them?” I ask.
He just blinks. “Of course we are, Cass. What do you want to do, give your dad a heart attack? Or have him call the police and file a missing persons?”
“My dad will never let me leave.”
“Let you?” he asks, and he steps toward me. I’m instantly aware of our proximity. I can smell his body smell. I like it.
“Yeah.”
“Shit, Cassie, I wasn’t talking about asking.”
“You mean just tell them? Just say we’re going to go off and do our own thing?”
“Exactly.” He leans down and kisses me, and I don’t expect it. I push him off me, and his eyes rove over my body, and he grins, and takes my hand.
“No, Chance, not here,” I say, but his hand then wraps around my waist, and he gives my bum a tight squeeze.
“You sure about that? Doesn’t it turn you on?” His eyes flash at me. “That we shouldn’t be doing this?”
“Come on,” I say, trying to push off him, but he doesn’t let me go. “So, what do you say, Cass? Let’s go on our own private holiday.”
“We’ll piss them off.”
“Fuck it,” he says, pinching my bum. I yelp, and slap his chest. “Forget them. Let’s go have some fun.”
I roll the idea over in my mind, and during that time he brings his face closer to mine, rubs his lips against mine. I can feel his breath, smell a sweetness on it. I can’t deny that I feel a tremble run down through my body, right to my center.
“Chance, let me go.”
“They’re just in the next room,” he whispers into my ear, before he takes my earlobe into his mouth and bites it. I shiver, and goosebumps erupt all over my body. “Think we can be quiet?”
“Chance,” I say, but my voice has lost some of its conviction. It’s because I have. I know that I want him. “No, come on. They could knock on the door at any minute!”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” He begins to kiss my neck, small pecks at first but then I feel the first dab of his tongue. “Mmm, you smell so good, Cass. God, I would fuck you crazy right now. Feel me.”
He grabs my hand, brings it down to his crotch. I can feel him through his jeans. He’s hard as an iron bar.
“Chance, no, this is wrong,” I whisper, but I’m tilting my head to the side, letting him kiss me up my neck. I’m losing this battle, this promise I made to myself. I’d only do it once. Only once!
“Remember what I said? Never again?”
“Come on, Cass, we both know we’re going to do it again sooner or later. We’re just so good together.”
I hum, and let my eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his hand begins to sidle down my abdomen. A big ball of anticipation, of sexual energy is building in my belly. I can feel it acutely. I’m beginning to swell at the juncture of my thighs. God, he’s turning me on so much.
He pushes his hand inside my jeans, and he stars to rub my clit. His other hand is sliding up my top, and there he squeezes my breasts, worms two fingers inside my bra and rolls my nipples.
I feel the moment when my inhibition completely collapses. I shove my hands under his t-shirt, rub them down his contoured body.
“Fuck me,” I breathe at him.
*
This girl!
I spin her around, push her against the table, undo the button on her jeans from behind her, and yank them down her legs, along with her thong in one go.
I look at the thong, and then catch her eyes in the mirror. “You wear thongs?”
“Shut up, Chance.”
I quickly undo my own trousers, pull my hard cock through the flap of my boxer briefs, and then I begin to rub my head up and down her slit. She pushes back onto me, breathing words at me.
“Come on, come on,” she pants. She stands up straight, reaches an arm back and grabs my cock, and then leans over the desk again, guiding me to her entrance.
“Fuck me,” she says. Her voice is a hoarse, lust-laced whisper. Then she’s slapping the desk, right above the drawer, and shaking her head. “Wait, no, the condom.”
The condom.
I open the desk drawer, see her purse inside it, and flip open that. Sure enough there is a condom.
“You carry condoms?” I ask. Damn! She’s full of surprises today.
“Shut up,” she says.
I tear the wrapper, roll the rubber d
own my cock, and then place my tip at her entrance. She pushes back immediately, and I watch as her tight, hot pussy swallows up my cockhead.
I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her hard, wrap her hair in my hands and tug her head back. I don’t want her looking down. I want to see her face in the mirror.
I drive myself hard into her again and again, and she’s biting her teeth together, struggling not to make a sound. She feels so good, so tight around me, so warm. I give her ass a loud slap, and she glares at me over her shoulder.
“Be quiet!” she hisses, but when I drive into her again her eyes roll up and she lets out a silent moan.
I fuck her for all I’m worth. I’m plunging my cock inside her hard, and all we’re both making no sounds, and all I can hear is our wet slapping again and again.
“Fuck!” she whispers, and she grabs my hand and wraps it around her hips. “Hurry up, make it fast,” she says, punching her hips backward to meet my thrust.
“Why?”
“They’ve stopped arguing!” she hisses, pointing at the wall. “Trust me, they’ll be coming.”
I grin at her, and then start rubbing her clit while I fuck her. I focus on how good she makes me feel, how much I love her smell, how much I love seeing her face bunched up in pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream, as I work her pearl and as I thrust hard into her over and over again.
I see her grip the edge of the table, see her knuckles go white, and we meet eyes in the mirror. Hers are heavy-lidded; she’s nearly there.
My fingers play her faster; I drive myself into her harder. The pace of our fucking slows as I feel her body tighten up, as I feel my own tighten up.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“Shit,” I groan.
“Unnnggggg,” she moans, and her whole body has gone hard, and she’s got her mouth open and her eyes clamped shut. I feel her pussy tighten around me, and I know she’s coming, and I push myself into her one last time, and then I’m coming, my cock is flexing, and I’m empting myself while inside her. I groan in pleasure as my orgasm hits me hard and fast, and then starts to wane.
I can see she’s still there, and I keep fucking her, push her through it, and she’s still gripping the table, and she’s still locked in her silent cream.
And then she’s passed it, and her body relaxes, and her eyes open, and she turns over her shoulder and smiles at me, and God if it isn’t the fucking sexiest smile I have ever seen.
“I falling in love with you,” I say. I don’t know why I say it. The words fall out of me. She puts her arms up, and I rub my hands up past her armpits, and take her hands. I turn her around, feel my cock slide out of her.
“Are you really?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“So am I.” She wears a worried expression. “This is all so fucked,” she breathes. “Isn’t it?”
I’m grinning. “Yeah. It really is.”
“That was good,” she says.
“It was.”
I hold her in my arms and we kiss, and there’s something different about this kiss.
I never want it to end, and by the way she’s kissing me, I think that maybe she doesn’t either.
It’s like I could be in that moment forever.
But there’s a knock at the door, and we both freeze for a second before scrambling to pull up our trousers.
“C-coming,” she says, her voice hitching. She dives through her purse and pulls out a set of earphones. “Put them in!” she hisses.
“In where?”
She looks at me, annoyed. “Your ears, Chance! Where the hell do you think? Then go stand by the window.”
I laugh, and start untangling the wires, but it’s a mess.
“Hurry up!”
“Cassie?” I hear her father call through the door.
“Hurry up,” she says to me, eyes wide.
I finally get them unraveled, put them in my ears, and stand facing out of the window, trying my best to think about something disgusting so my cock softens. That’s when I remember I’m still wearing the condom.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Cassie opens the door behind me, and I hear her father and my mother step into the room.
“Chance!” she shouts, and I pretend to be surprised, and turn around. I pull out one of the earphones. “Sorry, I didn’t hear.”
She’s behind her mother and my father, and I see that the zip to her jeans is still undone. I look there, and then meet her eyes, and she looks down and spots it, a broad grin pulling at her lips. She zips up her jeans, and I walk over to the air condition control and crank it up to high.
I’m certain Cass wouldn’t want her father to smell our sex.
“What took you so long?” her father asks, eyeing me.
“I couldn’t hear you, Kyle.”
“I said to call me—”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, waving my hand at him.
“I was in the bathroom,” Cassie says. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Tell me?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
She folds her arms. “If you’d let me speak.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Go on.”
“I won’t be joining you for the rest of this holiday. I’m going off to do my own thing. I’ve made my decision.”
The atmosphere in the room tenses up. My mother lets out a small, shrill laugh, and puts a finger beneath her nose.
“You’ve made your decision?” her father asks. He clearly doesn’t know what to make of this.
*
I nod firmly. “Yes, that’s right. I’ve made my decision, and it’s final.” I look toward Chance, and he’s just leaning against the wall, smirking. I’m still weak in my knees, and my wet thong is cold against me.
“You’ve made the decision, have you?” Dad says, and I see his temper heating up.
“Yes. We’re adults now, and we can still meet for dinner and do family things, but in all honesty, I’d rather we not be attached to the hip to you while you spend all your time arguing with Deb.”
“Deborah, honey. Please call me Deborah.”
“Sorry,” I say, and I shoot her a quick glare. “Deborah.”
That felt good. Chance just laughs.
“Cassie Shannon, I don’t think—”
“Dad, I’ll be straight with you, okay? I really don’t care what you think right now. You surprise me with this marriage, and, I mean…” I shake my head, unable to really parse how absurd everything has been. “And I mean, that’s the best way you could tell me? You did it by text? How urgent were you that you couldn’t wait, have a proper wedding and ceremony? I mean, you got married in fucking Vegas? Could there be a more tired cliché, Dad? Huh? Could there?”
“Cassie—”
“Don’t interrupt me!” I shout, pointing a trembling finger at him. “That is not how you break that kind of news to your own daughter. You missed my graduation, Dad. My graduation! I gave a speech, and the only person whose opinion I value about it is yours! I don’t care about any of the other parents, I don’t care about what the teachers think. I wanted you to hear it.
“And Deborah? She missed her own son’s graduation, too? Well aren’t both of you perfect for each other? Two peas in a pod? No, I said don’t interrupt me! You made me so unhappy, and you didn’t even realize it. You leave me at home alone for a week with barely enough money to cover the groceries, and you leave me to write my speech on my own without your help! You’re off on your stupid company retreat, and there you decide to get married? Are you fucking kidding me?”
I shout the last words at them, not caring that I’m swearing.
“And now, you bring her along, and you spend the first two days arguing with each other! You have ruined what was supposed to be my trip. I was supposed to see London for the first time! I was supposed to tour the campus grounds and get a glimpse at what the next three years of my life are going to be li
ke! You’re so selfish. Can’t I have something to be happy about? Can’t this be my time?
“So, I’m going to do my own thing, and—”
“I’ll be joining her,” Chance says. I shoot him a glare for cutting me off.
“And I’m going to enjoy my two weeks here in London. Here’s an idea, treat it like your honeymoon. You and Deborah can go and do your own thing, and I’ll do mine. You owe me that much, Dad.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I just stare even harder at him. What could he possibly say?
I see the moment when he relents, when he capitulates. “You’ll need a bit of money.”
“I have savings.”
“Not enough, sweetheart.” He’s trying not to patronize me. “I assume you have plans to leave this hotel?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m going somewhere closer to the LSE campus.”
“Fine,” he says stiffly. “I’ll want the address and name of the hotel you’re staying at, what room you are in, and I want you to turn on the roaming on your mobile phone.”
“Fine.”
“I expect that we’ll meet for supper or lunch often. And we will still do some things together… as a family.”
I’m struggling not to smile. I can’t believe this has actually worked. “Fine by me.”
“Do you have to switch hotels?”
“Yes! I could hear you through the wall!”
He sighs. “I’m sorry, Cassie.”
“Too late for sorry, Dad. Earn it back.”
“Do you know the emergency number here?’
“Nine-nine-nine,” I say. I had looked it up as soon as we got back to the hotel.
“Good. Keep your passport safe.”
“I know, Dad.”
Deborah now clears her throat, and she looks from me to Chance.
“You be responsible for her, now, Chance. You’re a man, and Cassie is family now.”
He just smirks.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much,” I say to Deborah.
“I’m sure you can, dear,” she says, voice dripping with condescension. I just let it roll off me. I don’t care anymore.
Or, as Chance would say, I don’t give a fuck.
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