I smiled. “Sounds like fun.”
He nodded and cleared his throat. “Where have you… I mean, what have you seen of the house so far?”
“Just this level,” I answered softly.
“Follow me. I’ll show you Dad’s man cave.”
“Okay.”
I’d missed a door in the mudroom. It led down to the basement. It was a man’s dream. Another huge TV was mounted on the wall, and there were attached recliners sitting in front of it with matching single recliners on the sides, facing one another, creating an entertainment circle. There was also a pool table, a few full-sized arcade games, a poker table and a black fridge next to a couple of cabinets and a microwave.
Greg smiled. “Through that door is the ‘Dad is in trouble’ room. It’s where my mom sent Dad when he ‘misbehaved.’ If she was really, really pissed at him, then she’d cut the power down here. She said it was so he could really think about the wrong he’d done.”
“So another bedroom?” I smiled back, attempting to ignore the sensations I felt from being close to him again.
“Yeah, but it could be used for anything. It’s pretty big, but only a bed and a small table are in there. Would you like to see it?”
“No, I’ll take your word for it.”
“Okay.” Greg pointed to the right of the fridge. “Over there is the utility room. It has a huge freezer, hot water tanks and furnace. The circuit box is also in there and a few shelves for small tools and storage. It’s where Mom kept her Christmas decorations. On the other side of the fridge is another half-bath. You saw the half-bath upstairs off the TV room, didn’t you?”
I nodded, then followed him to another door, trying to stop staring at his ass when he walked. He opened the door and my eyes widened.
“My studio. My father installed it when he saw how serious I was about music. The band and I spent a lot of time in here. It’s soundproof and it’s two rooms. The control area is just beyond that door,” Greg informed, pointing.
I nodded again and stepped back. I blinked rapidly as my body screamed at me to touch his so that he’d possibly touch me back. My brain screamed that it couldn’t happen; that I am in love with Eddie and we still belong to one another.
“Cassidy!”
I startled. “Huh? What?”
“Where were you just now?”
“Um, nowhere. I… was just thinking there isn’t much I could do with a studio. Are you planning to take the equipment when the house is sold?”
“Maybe. I hadn’t thought about it. I guess it depends on the new owners. I hate to see it go to waste.”
“So would I.” I nodded.
We looked at one another, and I shuddered, hoping I was hiding my want. I saw nothing from him, nothing other than indifference. I looked away and scanned the room again.
“Okay, thanks for showing me the property. It’s a beautiful home. I absolutely loved everything about it.”
I hurriedly walked back upstairs. Greg caught my arm and stopped me as soon as I stepped on the floor of the kitchen.
“You don’t want to go upstairs and see the bedrooms?”
No, I definitely should NOT go into any bedroom with this man. If even one of them has a bed… damn it, thinking that, my neck hairs have joined the army and my sex’s now a member of a percussion squad.
“No… I think… um, I’m sure I’d love the layout up there, too.”
“Sure? It’s accessible from those stairs.” His head gestured toward the two doors that led to the pantry and laundry room.
I frowned. Stairs? “What stairs?”
“You didn’t go all the way into the laundry room? Didn’t you notice the slant in the ceiling above the table in there?”
I frowned and looked away, thinking about that room. “Oh yeah, I did.”
“It’s the back stairs. Leads up to the bedrooms.”
“Wow. That’s convenient. Show me, please.”
He turned to the laundry room’s door and led me to the wooden steps that were carpeted with a gray Berber. Upstairs, that carpet was everywhere. We walked past several doors, then I saw the front stairs that led to the entry door.
“Let’s start with the master bedroom,” he said, opening the door. “It’s empty because the furniture was French something and an heirloom. Mom couldn’t part with it, so they took it with them when they moved.”
That was why there weren’t pictures or anything too personal around. Did that mean the furnishings were up for grabs?
Curious, I asked, “You mean that’s the only thing they wanted to take with them?’
“Well, Mom took her cookware,” Greg laughed. “She’s a chef and they’re her second set of babies, she says. Everything else is up for grabs with me and my sisters, but they’ve said there is nothing else they want. I’m still debating. Here is the master bath.”
I peeked inside the master bathroom and grinned. It was huge, and I loved that the shower was separate from the tub. I could picture myself soaking in that huge tub while Greg was in the shower. Or the both of us in that tub doing everything but bathing.
Oh, shit… um, I meant Eddie… I can picture all that with Eddie!
I nodded, then looked around the bedroom. It really was vast, and I wanted it. I could just imagine filling this room, starting with a king-sized bed.
We left the master then went to the first of five other doors. It was another full bathroom, smaller than the master, neutrally decorated in gray with black accessories. Next, he showed me a little girl’s bedroom, then a little boy’s.
“They love their grandkids, and when we moved out, they made sure they’d have room for them to stay a night or two, but honestly, they kept a room for my little girl since day one. I was still at home when she was born.”
He showed me a guestroom then his old room. It was masculine with its dark wood furniture, blue accessories and light blue walls.
“It’s just as I left it. They wouldn’t let me take one thing out of here when I moved out at twenty. This, outside of their room, is the only one that has never changed. It drives all three of my sisters nuts, but they love me, too.”
I’m sure they do, I thought as I walked in. Outside the master, it was by far the biggest of all the bedrooms, and I could tell this guy was spoiled growing up but he was so giving and creative and not afraid to show a woman pleasure before seeking his own. I missed it. I missed him.
“So you’ve seen everything,” Greg said behind me as I looked down from his windows. I smiled when I saw they overlooked the backyard. “Do you have any questions?”
I thought about our time in the elevator and the Forrests’ bathroom and became heated. My breathing became deeper, and I tried to hide it. I believed I was doing a piss-poor job since I had to close my eyes to concentrate on breathing normally. Bad idea. I now saw us in that queen-sized bed, in the throws… touching, kissing, sucking, licking… fucking… I needed that. Him.
It had been too long and I didn’t want to leave there any time soon. I found myself praying he was free for an hour or two… okay, three… five, tops. Aw, fuck it… I’d spend the night with him and face the consequences later.
“Cassidy?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Um, yeah, just one.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“Did you ever bring a girl in here?” I whispered. “For sex, I mean.”
He inhaled, and I turned, looking him in his eyes as he stood rigidly in the doorway. He stayed silent for a moment, trying to look into my soul as he stared right back at me. I really didn’t care if he’d had sex with someone else there. Okay, I’d be a little jealous… okay, okay, a lot but I couldn’t show that. I was with Eddie. Unhappily lately, but still, I was in a relationship with him. I wanted Greg… and I just… I wanted to make love with him.
“No, Cassidy. I never had sex with anyone in this house.”
I nodded and looked at my fingers…then ou
t the window…then at the floor…
I took a deep breath then, whispering again, I asked, “Would you like to?”
Chapter Twelve
Again…yes!
I slowly raised my head when he didn’t answer. His expression screamed that he was skeptical. I began to think he didn’t hear my question or he didn’t want me anymore.
“With you?”
I nodded gently. He blew out a sharp breath and leaned his back on the opened door, shoving his hands nervously into the pockets of his jeans. He finally spoke, looking at the wall opposite him, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you going to let me inside your body and make me feel better than I’ve ever felt before then tell me I can’t ever touch you again after we’ve finished because of his feelings, making me feel like the worse shit ever for wanting more of you? Again?”
Biting my lip, feeling extremely low for putting him through that, I put my purse on his desk. I walked to him, standing so close a sheet of paper may not have fitted between us. Blowing out a breath, he finally looked down and held my gaze. Gripping his arms, I raised on my toes and gently kissed his full lips. He didn’t kiss me back.
“No,” I answered when I pulled back. “This will be done when we mutually agree. We never need to think or consider him. He’s a non-factor, especially in this area. I promise.”
Greg was silent as he studied my face. He blinked, swallowed hard, then finally spoke. “Are you sure? I don’t think you know how hard it’s been to stay away from you or how hard it’s been to keep my distance today. I want you, Cassidy, and not only for today. I cannot take another rejection then you disappearing again.”
“I won’t,” I said softly. “You want me, you call me. I hope it’s the same with you.”
“Yes, it is. You want me, then I’ll make myself available. I’m only asking you to be patient if I’m with my daughter.”
I nodded. “I understand that. If I need you and you’re with her, I’ll pray or something until you’re available.”
Greg pulled me closer, holding me at my waist, our bodies pressed tightly to each other. “Or you could get a room and start without me.”
“Nothing compares to you. I’d be disappointed and boiling by the time you got to me.”
“Then let’s hope you’ll only need me after I’ve been with Ree.”
His arms circled around me and he kissed me; kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. It started slowly and sweet, then suddenly we were acting like we couldn’t get it passionate enough. He cupped my ass and pressed me against his erection. I moaned. We started pawing at one another’s clothes as we moved toward the foot of the bed. I got his button-up off and tossed it to the floor. I felt him unzip my dress, and when it hit the floor, I kicked it away.
“Christ…”
“What, Greg?”
“Do you ever wear a bra?”
“Yes, when I need it,” I giggled and reach for the zipper of his jeans.
“That’s not going to work.”
“What isn’t?” I asked, pulling down the zipper then reaching inside.
“If I see you somewhere, I’m going to get distracted because I’ll be trying to figure out if you’re wearing a bra.”
“Guess we’ll have to find some place private so you can find out for yourself.”
I sank to my knees and caressed his steel cock. I looked up at him as I kissed his crown. I licked it, then circled my tongue around it. He gasped.
“Cassidy,” he groaned. “This… fuck… how much time do we have?”
“Mmm. How much do you want?” I asked, then put him inside my mouth and sucked slowly. I popped him out and quickly licked him again.
“Loaded question,” Greg panted. “I have no plans today.”
I stroked and sucked, then released him again. “Me neither. Will we be interrupted here?”
“Noooo! Fuck, don’t stop that!”
My mouth attacked him. I sucked hard, looking at him as he looked at me while attempting to unfasten his jeans. He finally did, and I pulled them and his underwear down. Gripping his hips as he kicked away his clothes, I took him deep and shook my head. He gasped when he hit the back of my throat. I released him and panted, then licked up and down the shaft. I put him back into my mouth, bobbing my head. He gripped my hair and thrust into it.
Damn, I felt dirty. In a very good way.
“Fuck… that feels so good… too good… you better… stop now… God, I can’t… I can’t…”
I tasted salt on my tongue and licked him again. He gasped long and loud, almost guttural. I put him back in my mouth and sucked again.
“Ah! Fuck!” Greg shouted, moving away like lightning. He turned to the bed and gripped the wooden footboard, panting and holding his head down. I stood, then hurriedly removed my panties and sandals, not caring one bit where they landed. I walked to the bed, moved the covers back then laid down, opening my legs wide, showing him exactly what I offered as I slowly fingered myself.
As I moaned, Greg’s head raised and he stared, watching my display. He stepped around to the other side of the bed, slid across it until his face lined up perfectly with my pussy.
My head went back as I panted, anticipating the feel of his tongue on me. I finally felt it, slowly wiggling at my clit. I shuddered. My thighs widened and my mind went blank. I looked at the ceiling, wishing there was a mirror there. I wanted to see. I needed to see.
I sat up on my elbows and saw Greg’s head working me. It wasn’t enough. I needed to see his tongue. I rose on my hands and looked down. He knew what I wanted. He moved his head and looked up at me with a grin. I gasped when I saw his tongue snake out of his mouth. What the…
“Oh… holy hell…”
“What?” Greg whispered against my sex lips. I shuddered.
“That… you…your tongue… it’s… oh, God… Is that real?” I asked, screeching.
“Damn right it is.”
I watched, shuddering and panting, as that tongue snaked out again. It was so long and thick and just looking at it made me clench. I watched him, fascinated and more turned-on than I’d ever been. Ever.
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever… EVER!
I started breathing heavier, and my arms wobbled. I fell back, tightening my eyes, picturing that tongue as I felt lick after lick after lick, giving me unbelievable pleasure. He made me shiver as if I were in arctic air. His tongue worked faster; I felt him at my opening and on my clit, and thought I must have the smallest pussy in the world.
And then it happened. My climax hit me like a ton of bricks and I lost all sense of sanity.
I screamed so loudly I scared myself. I shook so hard I wondered if we were having an earthquake. I whimpered and cried and didn’t have a clue what to do with my limbs.
Greg decided for me. He flipped me fast to my stomach and hiked up my ass. I tried controlling my breathing, anticipating again… then he slammed inside me. I creamed and screamed… I clawed and pawed… I literally clenched around him, shouting my pleasure. I was almost as loud as he was. His grunting was animal-like and coarse, and every thrust he gave me made us slide farther up the bed.
“FUCK, BABY! GRIP THE FUCKING HEADBOARD!”
I shakily reached up and grabbed it, locking my arms as best I could. He gripped my hair hard and yanked it at every thrust. I held on tight, hoping I could stop the shaking in my body that happened every time he slammed into me. I felt something swell and panicked.
“Stop… stop… God, stop,” I begged him. He didn’t. I felt that tingling again and stilled as best I could. My hands became sweaty, pained. They slid down the rails as Greg continued pounding into me.
Suddenly, he was gone, and I immediately felt empty. I panted, slowly turning my head to him. The first thing I saw was his erection. I thought he came and was attempting to catch his breath. Something… desire or passion or want or need maybe even greed… something took me over and made me pounce on him. I put him in me so fast that I gas
ped and sat straight up, stilling as I felt all of him inside me.
“You’re still swollen, Cass,” Greg panted. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Don’t care,” I whined then gripped his chest and started moving. “I’m making up for lost time. I haven’t… ooh… had sex since that bathroom!”
Greg’s legs widened and his knees came up. His arms wrapped around my back and gripped my shoulders. He pounded into me again. I felt all of him inside me as his sac slapped against my ass.
“God… another… yes, thank you… thank you… AHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES!”
I collapsed on Greg, and he tightened his arms around me. His pounding increased, and he grunted, every last one at my ear, making me swell, heart and soul. Suddenly, he gripped the skin on my back and held himself inside me. I felt him twitching, releasing, his grip tightening on my body. Calming, I attempted to move, but his grip tightened impossibly more.
“Please don’t… don’t move yet.”
I didn’t. I buried my face in his neck, then stilled, smiling as I thought of how sated I felt.
Finally, we returned to our normal breathing patterns. Greg let out a heavy, satisfied sigh as his arms loosened their tight grip on me. Smiling, I pushed my hair back and moved off him. I laid across the bed on my stomach while I looked around for my clothes. God, we were wild, I noted when I spotted my panties. Damn shoes were in different places and my dress sat on the desk next to my purse.
Well, how the hell did that happen?
I reached out for my panties and Greg moved. I felt kisses and soft bites on my thigh and shuddered as they moved up to my ass, where he bit harder. I yelped and swatted at him, making him laugh. My panties were forgotten. I turned to my back and smiled.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to locate my clothes so I can use a shower and get out of here.”
He frowned. “Already?”
“Yeah, I should, shouldn’t I?”
“No, I meant it when I said I had nowhere to be tonight.”
“I don’t either. You want more time with me?”
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