Authors: Seraphina Donavan,Wicked Muse
Bad Boy Secrets (3 page)
Cass couldn’t respond. She could only sob his name, desperate to feel him inside her. When she felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against her, she whimpered with relief. “Please,” she cried, incoherently.
Reed settled the head of his cock against the damp folds. He wanted to thrust into her welcoming heat, to bury himself deep inside her. But he found the control somewhere, somehow, to prolong the sweet torment. With slow, deliberate movements, he traced the head of his cock over her slit. “Tell me what you want, Cass.”
“I want your cock inside me,” she replied breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me.”
The last of his control vanished, obliterated by her declaration. Guiding his cock into her tight passage, he tunneled into her, sinking deep into her moist flesh with a shattered groan. Nothing had ever felt so good. Flexing his hips, he withdrew slightly, feeling her sheath clench around him, trying to hold him deep inside of her. He thrust again, harder, pounding into her softness. She screamed his name in response, pressing back against him, the sweet curve of her behind nestling into the notch of his hips. Over and over, he drove into her, withdrawing slowly, savoring the heated grasp of her body around his cock, before driving into her again, hard and deep.
Every shudder of her body beneath him, every muffled sob of his name drove him closer to the edge. When he felt that he simply couldn’t hold back any longer, he snaked one arm over her rounded hip and slid his hand over the softness of her belly to cup her sex. He pressed two fingers against her clit, trapping it between them. He manipulated that little bud until she was screaming. Every thrust of his cock into her only increased the pressure on her clit. The first spasm of her second orgasm hit, her sheath rippling around his cock, fluttering against him, driving him over that precipice. He pumped his hips faster, harder, driving deeper and deeper into her, his balls drawing tight. Every moan and gasp from Cass pushed him on, until he was erupting, spilling himself inside her.
Cass rested her cheek on the top of the desk, Reed’s weight pressing deliciously against her. Her thighs, hell, her whole body, trembled in the aftermath of what was literally an earth shattering orgasm. Her body was all but quaking with it. When Reed withdrew, her body clenched and shuddered, even that movement against her sensitive flesh was enough to spur another round of tremors. Drawing in gulping lungfuls of air, she tried to categorize what she’d just experienced. All she could come up with was ‘best ever’. She shivered again as Reed’s hands coasted over her hips, adjusting the straps of her thong until they were at least close to where they had started out. When he was done, she stood on shaky legs and turned to face him. He looked as poleaxed as she felt.
“Well, that was a bit unexpected. I’m impressed, counselor.”
His eyes narrowed, “My name is Reed. You didn’t seem to have any trouble remembering it a few minutes ago. You said it several times... loudly and enthusiastically.”
“Are you always this cranky after mind blowing sex?”
“Only with you,” he replied in a surly tone. It had been amazing, mind blowing, but it could be better for both of them, he knew. There little interlude had shown him the truth. Cass, while she would never admit it, was a submissive. She’d loved that he’d taken her roughly, and he wanted to again, without holding back.
“Mind blowing or cranky?”
With a bewildered shake of his head, he replied simply, “Both.”
“I’ll see you Monday morning, Reed.... Is nine ok?”
“You will see me Monday morning at nine. You’ll also be seeing me at nine tonight. Once was not nearly enough, Cass,” he said.
“You know where to find me,” she said, picking up her purse. She walked out without a backward glance, locking her knees to keep her trembling limbs from failing her as she made her exit. As she opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk, she was blissfully unaware of the angry glares from Crystal as she watched them from her car. She was also unaware of the plot that was now brewing in the younger woman’s mind.
Cass parked her car in front of her small house, frowning as she noted the shadowy figure sitting on her steps. She’d elected to go the gym after leaving Reed’s office. The mind blowing, knee wobbling, earth shattering and possibly life altering orgasm she’d had on his desk had left her energized rather than exhausted. Or perhaps it had been the promise of even more to come. Regardless, she’d gone to the gym for a Zumba class with Evie. It was a new endeavor for them both and they’d looked more like they were trying to fight off a swarm of killer bees than imitating the sexy moves of the instructor. She’d timed it so she’d have just enough time for a quick shower and would be able to greet Reed wet and naked at the door.
Moving up the walk, she caught the dim glow of a cigarette from the recesses of the porch and a sick feeling welled in her stomach. It hit her even before the scent of Chantilly and cheap booze. Climbing the steps, she met her mother’s hard gaze and steeled herself against the misery that it always evoked. It had been more than five years since she’d last seen Rowena, and those years hadn’t been kind.
Once a great beauty, there was little left of the bombshell that she’d once been. Rowena’s skin was leathery from the sun, her bleached hair over processed and damaged, the dark roots liberally laced with gray. Her once full lips were thin and hard, surrounded by the lines that marked her years as a heavy smoker and drinker. Her figure was still amazing. Rowena had always been stacked and her nearly fifty year old bosom had been stuffed into a bra that gave her an impressive amount of cleavage, even if it was marked with age spots. Her legs, once shapely, looked a tad skinny peaking out from beneath the hem of denim skirt that belonged on a much younger woman.
“Do I pass inspection?” she asked, the sexy rasp of her voice having given way to the graveled tones of a woman headed straight for an oxygen tank.
“What are you doing here, Rowena?” Cass asked, as she unlocked the door. When Rowena stood up behind her, Cass looked pointedly at the lit cigarette. With a long suffering sigh, Rowena stubbed it out on the porch and slid the butt back into the pack. It was a telling move for Cass. She knew then that her mother was flat broke.
“Can’t I come to visit my kid?” she challenged, as she followed Cass into the small living room.
“First, I’m not a kid. I’m an adult. Second, you never showed that much interest one way or another, and third, you never come around unless you need something... so you’ll have to pardon my skepticism.”
Rowena rolled her heavily lined eyes, “Listen to you! Talking all fancy! Did those courses at the community college teach you how to talk like that? Or did you get that from hanging around your hoighty toighty, fat friend?”
Cass refused to take the bait. Rowena was broke, jonesing for booze or something harder and spoiling for a fight. “Tell me what you want, Rowena.”
“Once upon a time you called me mom,” she said plaintively.
“Once upon a time you acted like one,” Cass responded sharply, more sharply than she had intended to.
“I just need a place to crash for a few days... I lost my apartment in Biloxi and until my disability check comes in, I’m strapped.”
Cass did some quick calculations in her head. She could afford two nights at a hotel if she didn’t eat for the next week. It was a smaller price to pay than coming home to find the flat screen in hock and her jewelry gone. “I’ll make a reservation for you at the Gresham Motor Lodge. I’ll put you up there through the weekend. It should be enough time for you to find some lonely, desperate man.”
“You uppity little bitch! You might not be living in that damn trailer park anymore, but don’t think for a minute that anyone in Gresham County is going to let you forget you started out there! You’re just another no name bastard, no matter how high and mighty you act!”
In the midst of Rowena’s venom, Cass hadn’t heard the door open. The deep baritone of Reed’s voice from the doorway made her jump.
“I think it’s time for you to go,” he said quietly. Though he didn’t raise his voice, there was a wealth of anger and command buried in that soft tone.
Rowena turned to face him, and the anger that had cracked the thin facade of beauty that still clung to her simply vanished. The older woman turned on the charm then, as unable to resist a handsome man as ever. “Why look at you! Maryann Harrison’s little man is all grown up. I always knew you’d be a handsome devil... just like your daddy.”
Reed stepped deeper into the room, but he didn’t close the door. “I want you out of here. Cass is not paying to put you up in a hotel and you are never coming back here again. I’m sure if I look hard enough, you’ll have some outstanding warrants in town. You can go to a shelter or you can go to jail, but you cannot and you will not stay here.”
Cass might have taken umbrage to his coming into her home and issuing orders, but she was ever pragmatic and since what he was saying fell perfectly in line with what she wanted it would have been counterproductive. “Good bye, Rowena. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, but I hate to lie.”
Rowena smirked at them, her thin, red lips twisting macabrely. “So you’re whoring it for him, are you? He’s no better than us... Just another piece of trailer park trash.”
When the door closed behind her, Cass, with a single sigh, expressed all the exhaustion and exasperation that five minutes in her mother’s company could engender. “Well, that was unpleasant.”
Reed didn’t laugh. He leaned against the half wall that separated the living room and kitchen, eyeing her cautiously. “Dentist appointments and speeding tickets are unpleasant, Cass. That was grueling and brutal...therapy worthy, even.”
The last thing she wanted to do was spend more time thinking about or talking about her mother. “I need a shower... Care to join me?”
“That’s all you have to say? I’d be bawling in the corner if my mother ever said those things to me.”
“Rowena is not my mother. She’s the woman who gave birth to me and left me with my Mamaw Rose. Rose was my mother, in every way that mattered. That’s all I have to say about it, Reed...Now, about that shower. You can join me if you want, you can wait for me in bed, or there’s the door if the remnants of my white trash origins are too much for you to take,” she said, walking past him with her head high and her shoulders back.
Reed watched her go with a shake of his head. She was mad as hell, and he knew it wasn’t really at him. Under the circumstances he couldn’t blame her. With a muttered curse he walked to the door and turned the lock before following her through her small and painfully neat bedroom to the bathroom beyond. The walls had been painted a pale peach and cream lace draped the windows and trailed from the shower rod that surrounded the tub. Candles and dried flowers were everywhere and he felt like a bull in a china shop, instantly. He still wanted what he had earlier, to push her and find out just what her boundaries were, but that wasn’t what she needed that night. For that night, Cass needed to feel powerful. While he didn’t have it in him to be totally submissive, he could at least meet her on equal ground.
Without any shame or hesitation, Cass stripped out of her sweaty clothes, letting the tank top fall to the floor along with the sports bra that she’d worn beneath, next came the very abbreviated shorts she’d worn for her work out. Naked, she stepped into the shower and turned on the taps. She didn’t say anything, even though she could feel Reed’s eyes on her, taking in every dip and curve of her generous figure. She wasn’t skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but she loved her body. The exaggerated hour glass was the one thing she’d inherited from Rowena that she was actually thankful for. She intended to take much better care of it too, she thought, remembering the leathery skin and too thin limbs.
Pushing that thought aside, she turned to Reed, “Afraid of getting wet?”
“No.... just enjoying the show. It’s a hell of a view.”
Beneath the spray of warm water, Cass cupped her breasts, her manicured fingertips sliding over her peaked nipples. “It’s better up close.”