Seven

by Amy Marie

  Being so late at night, there isn’t much traffic, so we make it to our call in record time. The EMTs in the ambulance jump out at the same time we do, finding an SUV lit on fire as its front end is embedded in the side of a minivan. We rush to hook up the hose and go to work. As I try to do with every call, I block out the images and try to do my job.

  I didn’t get any sleep last night. I tossed and turned in Casen’s bed while he worked his shift, fluctuating between being nervous that I am going to have to tell him soon and elated that he is in love with me. I didn’t say it back. He told me not to, but I know I’m falling hard for him and, after I come clean about everything, whenever I get the courage, I am going to tell him how I feel.

  I can hear the front door open and Casen immediately turns the alarm off so it doesn’t wake me at just past seven o’clock in the morning. It wouldn’t matter. I am wide awake. Deciding it’s better if I just wait for him to crawl into bed with me, I listen as he moves through the house, making minimal noises. Fifteen minutes after he arrives home, the door to his bedroom drags across the carpet and I can already feel my senses on overdrive. He walks over, kissing me on the cheek as I face away from him, and continues on into the bathroom to take a shower. Tingling starts to develop between my legs. He told me he loves me and despite my sleepless night, all I want to do is have him make good on his promise to fuck all past lovers out of my system. I wait a minute, hearing the sound of the shower turn on, and get up. When I open the bathroom door, steam escapes and I quickly shut it behind me. My arms cross over, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. My breasts ache with need as I drag my panties down my legs and step toward the shower.

  I peek in, finding Casen lathering up his chest, his eyes closed. “Can I join you?” I speak up.

  He opens his eyes. His green irises shine beneath the lust they now hold, and a smile brightens his tired face. “Always,” he tells me, setting the soap down and reaching a hand for me to join him. I step in, trying not to slip until I meet him on the bath mat and Casen wraps his arms around my waist, bringing my stomach against his ever growing erection. I reach down, taking it between my hands and pump gently as the water cascades between our bodies. “I missed you,” he murmurs just before he licks my lips and slips his tongue between them.

  I moan, allowing myself to forget the past couple of days and be lost in all things Casen Parker. There is a possibility that this will end soon and I want to cease every moment until it does, starting with some shower action.

  “I missed you, too,” I say when we come up for air and watch his eyes as I lower myself onto my knees.

  Pure lust has taken over and Casen grabs my, now drenched, hair and leads my mouth to wrap around his dick. He controls all of the movement, slowly thrusting in and out, my tongue dragging along the underside. I watch his head fall back, and his muscles strain with resistance. I push against his hand, his cock falling out of my mouth, and I tell him, “Don’t hold back. Fuck my mouth, Casen.”

  He groans, tightening his grip on my hair and leaning forward to place his other arm on the back of the shower. I lift a hand to the root of his cock and prepare for the assault. He begins to quicken his movements and within a minute, he is fucking my mouth. With my hand as a barrier from chocking on his massive flesh, I still feel him hit the back of my throat.

  He growls. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

  My other hand grabs the back of his thigh, egging him on, pushing him until I can feel him swell against my tongue and my teeth. Then, a hot spurt of come hits the back of my throat and I have to take a breath before I swallow it all down. His pumps continue until he is fully satisfied.

  Before I can stand up, the water is shut off and the shower curtain is whipped open. Casen leads me over to sink and turns me to face the fogged up mirror. He uses his hand to clear a spot on the mirror, so I can see him and then pushes his semi-hard cock into me, nestling it between my ass cheeks. My hands are braced on the counter and his are holding tight onto my hips, rubbing himself up and down between my ass cheeks. One hand escapes and he slides it in toward my pussy, gently rolling my clit underneath his pointer finger. It’s so sensitive that I buck back against him, earning myself another groan from Casen.

  “That feels so good,” I tell him, pushing myself into his fingers for more friction, but he doesn’t allow it.

  “I’m in charge, Embyr,” he growls into my ear. “I told you that I was going to fuck every single memory of any asshole that ever fucked this sweet,” he pinches my clit, “tight,” he dives his fingers inside me. “Pussy.”

  I can only whimper as he holds my hips tightly to keep me from moving and gently caresses the inside of me with his long callused fingers. His leg spreads mine apart and I am at the complete mercy of Casen Parker. Right where I want to fucking be. He adds another finger in my pussy and dives deeper, going knuckle deep. I buck as his thumb pushes down on my clit.

  Holy shit.

  My head falls forward. I can’t take how intense this feels. He lets go of my hip and reaches up to grab my tit, pinching the shit out of my nipple. I scream in pleasured pain.

  “You’re pussy is tightening around my fingers, Em. Should I add a third?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for the answer. Now with three fingers inside me, all I can do is ride his hand. I can feel him hardening between my ass cheeks and he thrusts between them. “I’m getting hard again, Embyr. I may just have to fuck this ass.”

  I tense up and he feels it. “No?” he asks, pulling his fingers out. “Then I’ll just dip my dick in that sweet, dripping pussy of yours.”

  He pushes me down between my shoulders, my tits touching the sink, my face lying on its side on the acrylic. I feel Casen line himself up at my entrance and at a painful pace slip inside me.

  His palm is on the middle of my back and the other is wrapped, once again, around my hips. His rhythm is slow. Torturous. I can feel each and every ridge his glorious cock has. Every thrust brings me to a higher pleasure. I reach back, grabbing his hips, and urge him to go faster, but it has the opposite effect. Casen pulls back and out of me. I’m feeling the void until he lifts my upper body, wraps an arm around my chest and shoves three fingers back into me.

  “You’re kind of greedy, Embyr,” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe. “You want me to fuck you?”

  I nod as he walks me out of the bathroom, his fingers still deep inside me until we reach the bed. Releasing the vice on me, he turns me around and pushes on my shoulders to lie down before he kneels and places one of my legs on each shoulder.

  “It’s glistening, baby,” he says, viewing my pussy on display. “I’m going to lick up every last drop.”

  He leans in, his tongue darting out and shoving its way inside me. I’m so turned on; I almost come on the spot. I fall back onto the bed and allow Casen to do as he promised. His tongue reaches every crevice before taking my clit between his teeth. My body bows off the bed and I grab the back of his head and push my pussy into his face. His muffled “Yes!” vibrates through me and he shakes his head side to side, teasing me. I sit up on one elbow, my free hand still rubbing his head into me and I grind on him until I feel all three fingers re-enter me while he sucks on my clit. I’m gone. I’m fucking off like a rocket, screaming louder than I have every screamed before.

  “Casen! Fuck! Casen!” I yell. “Holy shit.” I ride the orgasm out and watch him pull back and look at my pussy. He leans in, licking from bottom to top with his eyes on me. A devious smile appears before he stands both of us up.

  Reaching into his nightstand he pulls a condom out of the drawer, effortlessly opening it and gliding it over himself. He sits on the bed, sliding back a few feet and stroking his cock. “Get up here and ride me.”

  I don’t hesitate. My knees lean on the bed and I straddle his legs as I make my way up. I hover over him, pushing down slightly so just the tip is inside. It feels fucking glorious.

  Casen reaches around and slaps m
e on the ass—hard. “Get on my cock or I’ll put it in your ass, Embyr.”

  I bite my lip and sink down onto him just as slowly as he sank into me in the bathroom.

  “I love your pussy, Embyr,” he says, his breath blowing across my collar bone. Both of his hands reach behind me, grabbing both ass cheeks. “Now, fuck me hard.”

  I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter but with those words I am launched into a fucking machine. Pounding down on him, breathless noises escaping from both of us. Casen’s teeth bits one nipple and then the other before pulling back and releasing it.

  “Fuck.”

  I can feel Casen swelling again inside me, and the threat of another orgasm appears. It’s just out of reach and when I finally think I’m going to go over the edge, Casen flips me over onto my back and puts one leg on each shoulder while holding me by my thighs against his chest. He hammers into me and his fingers dig into my legs. I can’t reach anything. I can’t touch Casen. I can only grab a hold of the sheets beneath me while I’m consumed with my second orgasm. As I come down from my high, Casen drops my legs and leans in close, taking my lip between his teeth. His hips are still driving his cock into me but he starts to kiss me so passionately that I feel like we’ve switched from fucking to making love. His pace slows and he rises up to look into my eyes, saying nothing, just staring at me.

  I watch him, his beautiful face, as he starts to climax once again and as he swells with his release, another unexpected orgasm takes over me. It’s long, and amazing, and when we are both finished he pushes my damp hair off of my forehead. “I meant it. I’m in love with you,” he breathes.

  I smile back, and drunk off my euphoric state I tell him, “I love you, too, Casen.”

  *****

  After each of us takes an uninterrupted, innocent shower, we change the wet sheets on the bed and crawl underneath the freshly washed covers. Even though we have been together for the past hour and a half, I am just now noticing that Casen looks sullen.

  “Are you ok?” I ask, rubbing circles in his bare chest as I lie on his arm.

  He inhales a deep breath before quickly releasing it. “It was a bad night,” he voices, rubbing my shoulder up and down.

  I look up at him. “You can tell me. Isn’t that what I’m here for?”

  He licks his dry lips and nods. “Yeah.”

  I give him a minute to compose himself. Whatever is bothering him must be bad, and then I freeze. What if he is going to bring up what Reece said to him?

  “We had a call last night to an accident,” he begins and I breathe a sigh of relief. “An SUV hit a minivan and the SUV caught on fire. We were able to get everyone out of the minivan but the SUV had three people. A mom, a dad, and a seventeen-year-old girl.”

  My eyes begin to burn. “Did you get them out?” I ask, knowing that maybe they didn’t.

  “We got them all out, but the mother and father didn’t survive,” he chokes up on the last word and my heart instantly breaks for him.

  I hold him tighter. “I’m so sorry, Casen.”

  I feel his body shake from side to side. “No. Don’t feel bad for me. Feel bad for that girl. She has no parents now.”

  My eyes shut, trapping the tears. That was me, ten years ago; left alone in a cruel world with no one. I hope that girl has aunts, uncles, or grandparents to take care of her. God knows I didn’t. If I did, then maybe I wouldn’t have set out to do things that I am not so proud of.

  “I know. That had to be hard seeing that,” I emphasize. “I can’t even imagine the horrible things you’ve witnessed.”

  “It stays with you,” he admits, turning both of us on our side so my back is to his front. “There are some things that we see that don’t affect us and then there are other instances, like today, that stay with you for the rest of your life. Seeing the look on the girl’s face when she saw her parents lying on the street like that? It just stays with you.”

  That’s the last thing I heard Casen say before we both slipped into a deep sleep. A few hours later, I wake from a nightmare and have a hard time falling back asleep. I crawl from beneath Casen and grab my phone off of the nightstand, quietly leaving the room. Checking my email, I almost squeal at one asking to come in for a second interview from the famous hotel down the street from my place.

  My condo. The one I got a call about today, letting me know I can return to. The one that doesn’t hold Casen? The one where someone tried to light my hallway on fire? I’m not sure I can ever go back there. I don’t feel safe. I may need to find a new condo.

  I lean back into the couch, shooting off a text to Trinity about the interview and seeing if she wants to escape yet to a new place with me. As I go to set it down on the cushion next to me, it vibrates with an incoming text. I expect it to be Trinity. It isn’t.

  Unknown: Embyr. This is Reece. We need to talk. Alone.

  I left Casen a note on his nightstand this morning, letting him know I had to get some things taken care of at my apartment. I didn’t want to wake him. After the shitty day at work, I knew he had to be tired. I never responded to Reece’s text. I don’t trust him, so why the hell would I want to be alone with him?

  My nerves are off the charts. I feel like it may be time to go back to the doctor and have them prescribe me some Xanax. I’ve been feeling more and more anxious lately; it’s as though I am constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I guess that’s what happens when you have a lot to lose. I never had anything I was concerned about until I became friends with Trinity and Casen weaseled his way into my heart, tearing my plans to shreds. I don’t regret anything for a moment, but I can’t help feeling like the walls are about to come crashing down.

  I get home and make the phone call to schedule a second interview. The Administrative Assistant said I was the only call back so far; she thinks I am a shoo-in. She told me they loved my ideas and were looking forward to introducing me to the bigger bosses upstairs. That news brightened my day up, and I had long forgotten about Reece’s text.

  I had just finished cleaning up all the dust left from my apartment, being vacant for the past few days, when I get a text from Casen.

  Casen: Want to meet up for drinks tonight? And then stay over again. I hated not waking up next to you.

  Me: Drinks sound good and, if you’re lucky, you might get lucky ;) and I’m sorry. I had to get things taken care of at my condo.

  Casen: I was lucky to find you, but it’s all skill that gets you in my bed, Embyr. Bring an overnight bag. I saw you took yours.

  Me: So sure of yourself. What time tonight?

  Casen: Five. Reece and Trinity are joining us.

  Fuck.

  I glance around Jedi’s bar, once I’ve arrived, attempting to spot Casen, Reece, and Trinity. I’m on edge and not thinking clearly. I almost left my house with two different shoes and without my keys. I don’t want to see Reece after not responding to his text, and this nagging feeling has settled deep into the pit of my stomach.

  The large space is cramped with wall to wall people, making it difficult to see anyone through the chaos. I pull out my phone from my bag and start to dial Casen’s number when his hands circle around my waist from behind. His lips find the small space behind my ear. “Hey, baby.”

  I turn around in his embrace and connect my lips with his. He tastes of beer and peanuts and, by the aggressiveness in his kiss, I sense he’s in between drunk and tipsy.

  “Hey.” I smile. “I couldn’t find you guys.”

  He points a thumb behind him. “We were right behind you.” He laughs and pulls me by my waist into the booth across from Reece.

  Trinity must not have arrived, yet. I offered to pick her up but she said she would meet me here. Reece doesn’t look up right away as he seems to be in deep thought. His arms are resting on the table and his fingers have a hard hold around his beverage; the condensation, from the glass, dripping down the backside of his hand.

  “Hey, Reece,” I greet him, nervously, and he flicks hi
s gaze to mine, shocked, like he didn’t realized I had joined them. His brown hair is shorter than the last time I saw him. It’s shaved almost to the scalp and his green eyes give me a hard and cold stare.

  “Embyr,” he comments dragging his beer to his lips and taking a long swig. The look he gives me is vile as though he despises me just for my mere presence. Casen seems oblivious to it all.

  Panic rises within me like lightening and I jump up, hoping to make it into the bathroom or, at least, away from the table before I lose it in front of them. I don’t have a good feeling. In fact, I have a terrible fucking feeling. Anger starts to bubble up and it’s causing anarchy with my nerves. “I need to use the bathroom,” I inform them, pissed that I even bothered to come here after that text. Especially now with Reece acting like a dick. I throw the strap of my bag over my shoulder and head to the back of the bar and into the bathroom to catch my breath.

  It takes a few minutes but after a couple of cold water splashes to my face, I finally feel the resolve I need to face Reece and his shitty attitude. I’m in the hallway when I hear deep footsteps headed my way. I look up, finding Reece staring at me. “Why didn’t you call me?” He sways and his shoulder hits the wall. He’s drunk. I can see the glassiness of his eyes. “Hell, even text me back?”

  “Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to communicate with your best friend’s girlfriend?”

  “Oh yes,” he agrees. His green eyes, narrowing at me. “Inappropriate. Fucked up. Wrong. But then, you would know a lot about that, wouldn’t you, Annie?”

  My heart stops beating. My lungs can’t fill with enough air, and I feel light headed. All of my instincts that said today was going to be terrible were right. I’m fucking done for, so I do the only thing I can to save myself. The only thing I’ve been doing for the past decade. I lie.