“Well, you might as well show me what I’m missing. Or have I seen all the skills you have?” I gritted through clenched teeth, grinding myself down onto his hard cock.
He hit places inside of me that I had no idea existed, causing my mouth to run when it shouldn’t…like it did when I was nervous.
He didn’t seem to notice my nervousness, though…only noticed the challenge in my voice instead.
He wrapped his hands around my mouth, cutting off my verbal diarrhea, and really began to pound into me.
He pulled me down as he thrust up, so hard that my brain rattled.
I gasped into his hands, going dizzy with the force he was using. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so…right.
His other hand slipped under my shirt and went straight to my nipples, pulling and tugging, adding a little bit of pain to my pleasure.
His pubic hairs rubbed against my backside, not pleasurable, but not uncomfortable, either.
My head fell back to rest on his shoulder, and my eyes crossed in agony as my orgasm stayed just out of reach.
He slowed, and I groaned my frustration into his hand.
He stopped and I nearly cried in disappointment.
“Denying you an orgasm…now that’s mean,” he whispered against my skin.
I started to clench and unclench my pelvic muscles, drawing a groan out of his mouth.
“Naughty,” he whispered fiercely.
I dropped my hand to my clit.
I just needed a little push and I’d come.
Just a little.
But he captured it before I could get one circle completed…the bastard.
“You think you could come by nipple stimulation alone?” He let my hand go and moved both of his hands to my nipples.
I shook my head.
“No,” I disagreed stubbornly.
“You don’t think I can make you, or you don’t think you could do it?” he pushed, rolling one nipple while he tugged the other.
I shook my head.
My brain was foggy.
I couldn’t think.
What was he wanting from me?
I knew what I wanted, but he was denying me it.
I circled my hips, and he withdrew even further, leaving only the first inch of his fat cock resting just inside my entrance.
“Give it to me, fucker!” I screamed.
I was going to hell for doing this in the school. Thank God we were all alone.
“You really shouldn’t use that language while you’re working,” he teased.
My hand came down between my legs, but this time I went for his balls, cupping them none too gently in my hand.
“Give it to me,” I growled.
He chuckled.
“No reason to get all hasty,” he allowed me to come back down fully onto his length.
I snarled at him.
I was really an animal.
I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it. And, right now I wanted Casten’s huge cock pounding an orgasm out of me.
Hard. Fast. Rough.
“Please Casten,” I begged. “Please.”
A tear leaked from my eye, running down the length of my cheek before it fell from my chin onto his hand, causing him to pause.
“Shit,” he hissed.
More tears of frustration started to flow and he quickly stood, dislodging himself from me.
He pushed me forward.
“Hold on to your ankles,” he ordered.
I bent, grabbing onto my ankles with ease, and then nearly screamed out my relief.
Casten thrust into me hard and started pounding into me with hard, purposeful thrusts; so hard that I felt him in my throat…not that that was possible.
My eyes crossed, and I finally got what I wanted.
Casten gave it to me, hard and quick.
It didn’t take long until I was there, an orgasm burning through me like a wildfire in summer.
If I were to die, this would be the thing I would miss most of all.
The way Casten made me feel during sex.
The way he gave me what I wanted; albeit, after a little—or a lot—of teasing.
He grunted as my release triggered his.
I felt his cock swell as the hot bursts of come splashed against my cervix.
“Yes,” I cried.
I didn’t know why I was crying.
But I didn’t have any control over this reaction, I was only going where my body led me.
Casten moved, settling me back on his lap as we both recovered from the intensity of the moment.
We sat that way, him inside me, neither of us talking, until our breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried on our skin.
In fact, we stayed like that so long that I started to get cold.
“Let’s go home,” he rumbled.
I went with him, holding his hand the entire way down the darkened hallway.
“Why’d you get your nursing degree?” Casten asked me, his low voice vibrating the very air around us.
“I made a promise to Jet when I was younger,” I told him. “He told me to follow my dreams, but I just couldn’t pick just one dream. So I chose to achieve them all…and his as well.”
“What else do you want to do?” he persisted. “And what degree are you pursuing that he wanted to pursue?”
“I thought about architecture. And meteorology. But I think I’m going to stop. I love coaching and plan on doing it the rest of my life,” I admitted. “He wanted to be a nurse, too.”
“That’s good that you did that. I bet he’d be proud of you,” he said, sounding completely genuine.
I smiled, and for the first time since it’d happened, I looked back at Jet and our memories with happiness.
Yes, he would be happy for me.
Chapter 16
You push my buttons. Buttons I never knew I had.
-Casten to Tasha
Tasha
“Donkey Kong!” I cried, dropping down to my knees and gathering up the fluffy, big bundle of fur to my chest and aiming a beaming smile at Casten. “Thank you.”
He winked and walked into the kitchen, my ferret following in his wake.
I giggled and stood, keeping pace behind Shawshank.
Then laughed when the little devil skidded up Casten’s leg and climbed his pants like the little tyrant he was.
“Thank you,” I repeated.
Casten tossed me a look over his shoulder.
“You made me feel bad,” he gave me a shrug.
I grinned.
“They’re my babies,” I gave my cat a kiss.
Grrrr.
I froze, turning around to see Koda on the ground on a bed in the corner of the kitchen. Her food and water bowl were on the ground next to her, and she growled some more at me.
“Koda!” I cried, placing my cat in Casten’s arms before hurrying over to Koda.
Koda’s growl picked up and I slowed, going down to my haunches about three feet away from her.
“I really wish you’d let me pet you again.” I said to her.
Her tail thumped once, but she never stopped growling.
“I think you really just want attention. What would you do if I touched you?” I asked.
I duck walked forward, getting closer and closer, stopping just short of touching her.
Her growls never abated, but they never ramped up, either.
“She won’t bite you. She likes you,” Casten offered his two cents.
I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled at the picture he made.
Kong was laid out like a baby on his back, purring up a storm as Casten scratched him under his chin on top of the counter.
Turning back to Koda, I slowly reached my hand out and I closed my eyes until I met the coarse brown and black fur covering Koda’s side. She didn’t bite me.
I hesitantly opened up one eye, looking in disbelief at Kod
a.
“You’re such a pretty girl,” I told her, scratching her softly behind the ear.
“Don’t lie to her. It’s not nice,” Casten laughed.
I smiled and continued to scratch.
Casten’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Casten’s annoyed voice answered. “What? Now? Yeah. What grocery store? Yeah. Okay. Thanks for the tip.”
I looked at him in curiosity.
“Want to come get a skip with me?” He stood up straight and looked at me questioningly.
I grinned.
“Can I?” I asked in excitement.
He shrugged.
“It’s an old woman that missed her bail and continues to miss her court dates because she’s an old woman who doesn’t think the law applies to her. She’s about seventy-five pounds sopping wet, and couldn’t make a fast getaway if she tried,” he added.
“Are you talking about Old Lady Rona?” CeeCee asked as she came into the kitchen mostly dressed in her uniform.
She was obviously about to go to work. She had her pants and boots on, and was tugging her shirt on, giving me a clear, unencumbered view of her neck.
“What’s that on your neck?” I asked, squinting to see it better.
CeeCee yanked on her shirt.
“Nothing,” she muttered.
I grinned.
Sure it was nothing. From what I could see of it, it was one hell of a hickey.
“Yeah, it’s her. She’s at the Save All Supermarket. I asked one of the cashiers to call me when she came back,” Casten said, pulling the ferret off his leg and handing it to CeeCee. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’re taking Tasha?” surprise leeching into her voice.
I smiled widely.
“He’s going to show me how it’s done,” I smiled.
CeeCee had the decency not to laugh until we were on the way out of the door.
It was extremely nice of her.
***
“Ma’am,” Casten repeated. Again. “Please put down the gun.”
I hid behind a display of Oreos, watching the scene unfold before me with bated breath.
Rona waved her gun around, barely able to hold the damn thing up, let alone shoot it.
“I told you, I have too many animals to go to prison!” Rona wailed in her old lady, wobbly voice.
Casten’s eyes narrowed.
“If you go to prison because you miss your court date one more time, you’re stupid,” Casten told her bluntly.
I blinked, as did Rona.
“What?” Head shaking in affront, unable to believe that Casten had said that to her.
Casten nodded. “Yes, stupid. You’d be stupid. This is all over a simple driving without a license ticket that you never took care of, which then turned into a warrant. All you need to do is pay your fine, which means you’ll have to appear in court. It’s a half a day thing at most, then you can go back to your animals.
“However, if you continue to ignore it and keep missing your court dates, then you’ll go to jail over something that is so inconsequential and could have totally been avoided, that it’s hilarious. Now come on, let’s go,” Casten snapped his fingers at her.
I pulled the box of Oreos down from the closest shelf, then opened the top.
Once it was open, I took an Oreo out and twisted the top off, licking the cream entirely off the cookie before I put it back and got another.
Yes, here was more proof that I was a stress eater.
This whole situation was damn near debilitating.
How could Casten stand to take in this crying little old lady?
I know I couldn’t do it.
Now, if it was a man that was just as big if not bigger than Casten with tattoos of red tear drops on his face that denoted him a killer, then, I would know that the man deserved to be taken to jail.
It wasn’t the case for this lady. She didn’t look like she could do anything wrong.
“Ma’am,” Casten sighed. “Put the gun down. I promise we can get this done in less than thirty minutes. Then you can finish your shopping and get home to your pets.”
I hadn’t realized that Casten was such a smooth talker until I watched in surprise as the woman placed the gun in her purse, passed her credit card over to the cashier and held her hands out in surrender.
“I’m done. But I wish you’d let me take my groceries home first.”
***
“You’re such a sucker,” I said to Casten.
He shrugged. “I’m not a mean guy. Not usually. And I wouldn’t have let her stay in there, even if she has given me the slip over fifteen times.”
I laughed, and Casten looked over at me with amusement.
“She’s good,” he promised.
I nodded.
“Oh, I watched her. That’s why you stayed for dinner. Helped fix her sink. Set up a dog house and promised to come back next week,” I told him.
He grimaced.
“She was lonely. I miss my own grandmother,” he said suddenly.
“She’s gone?” I looked at him.
He nodded. “She died a few months before I met you. She was a special part of my life. It’s her house that I’m living in.”
“Ahh,” I said. “And your mom? What are her plans since she just got remarried?”
“Florida with the new guy…for now. Mom can’t stand the obnoxious Texas heat anymore now that she has a heart condition, nor cold Northern winters. So her new man moved her down to Florida in hopes that the climate would remain about as neutral as possible,” he explained.
“Ahh,” I said. “My parents want to get a condo in Florida. Do they live on the ocean?”
He shook his head. “No, on the bay.”
I loved Florida.
When we were younger, my parents took us to vacation in Destin, Florida every year. It was so awesome being that close to the beach.
However, after about a week, I got tired of the sand in the unmentionable places, so I wasn’t sure that I’d want to live there year round.
“Do you plan to go visit?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Major holidays. When I do go, it’s only so I can take Rhea up there so she can visit with Mom. I don’t stay much past two to three days. Why?”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind going to Florida again. I’ve always wanted to go deep sea fishing.”
He sighed.
“It’s fun for the most part. It’s only bad when some of the people that go with you can’t hold their stomach contents,” he informed me.
I could imagine.
My sister got car sick. I could only imagine getting sea sick.
“I need to stop by the clubhouse for a few, do you mind?”
I shook my head.
“No, that’s fine,” I conceded.
We drove down the darkened streets that led to Caddo, winding and turning until we arrived at a house directly on the lake.
The Caddo River and Caddo Lake were one and the same. Caddo River went up into what looked to be a river, while Caddo Lake furrowed out into a large, beautiful lake.
The sides of the River were lined with weeping willows, Spanish moss, and beautiful low hanging trees. It was truly one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
If I could live on the river, I’d be one happy girl.
Alas, living on the water cost a pretty penny, and it wasn’t in my immediate future.
“What’s going on tonight?” I asked as we pulled into the parking lot and parked behind a large group of bikes.
We were in Casten’s truck, seeing as he wouldn’t be able to get the old lady who doesn’t pay her fines on the back of his bike. The truck didn’t fit nearly as well into the parking spaces as all the other bikes did.
“Party, I suppose. That’s at least what it looks like,” he rumbled.
“You weren’t invited?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“No
body needs an excuse to party. It might’ve been a last minute thing,” he swung out of the truck.
“My sister’s here,” I pointed out, following him out of the truck and walking alongside Casten to the front door.
“Yep,” he agreed, having seen Mig’s bike, too.
“Without a kid,” I added.
“Yep,” he agreed again.
“So that takes some planning. They have a kid and they can’t put the kid on the back of a bike, which means she had to plan ahead to get someone to watch Vitaly,” I informed him.
Casten pushed open the door, and my ears were assaulted as everyone in the entire place yelled, “Surprise!”
I blinked stupidly for a few long moments, then turned to survey Casten.
“You. Little. Shit,” I pointed at him accusingly.
He smiled broadly.
“Happy Birthday.”
I stared in utter surprise as everyone that I loved in my life came forward to greet me.
“But it’s not my birthday yet!” I cried.
My sister on one side, and my mother on the other, hugged me tight.
“Your birthday’s tomorrow. If we’d done it tomorrow, you would’ve known what we were doing,” my mother said.
I sighed.
“That’s just wrong,” I stomped my foot.
I wasn’t a big fan of surprises.
In fact, I’d much rather have known this was happening. So I could prepare.
Crowds made me nervous.
I really couldn’t say why, either.
Nothing had ever happened to me to make me dislike them…it was just that I knew I hated crowds since I was forced to take a public speaking class in high school.
My heart started to pound in my throat as I was passed around to everyone, but Casten saved the day when he tugged on my hand and pulled me to a corner.
“You alright?” he wanted to know.
I nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Yeah,” I cleared my throat. “Just not a big fan of people…or crowds. Or crowds of people.”
He snorted.
“Welcome to the club. This many people gives me the hives. All I can see when there’re this many people in a confined space is a fire code violation,” he snorted.
I blinked in surprise.
“That’s…different. When would you have run a fire code?” I asked.
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