Make Me Yours (26 page)

“I think it’s sweet,” Michelle said as she arranged some freshly baked cookies in the display case.

“Sweet? It’s nerve racking.” Cassie was counting the receipts for the past week and would have been pleased if she hadn’t been so irritated with all the interruptions. Between the frequent visits from the sheriff or his people and Marc’s constant phone calls, she wasn’t getting anything done. To make matters worse, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about taking up so much of the deputy’s time that she insisted they pick something from the case to take with them when they left, which just seemed to encourage them to stop in more often.

“I’d love it if a guy cared about me so much that his worry would make him so over protective.”

Cassie smiled sadly at Michelle. The girl was only seventeen and, as sweet as she was, she was still very naïve. As naïve as she once was where Marc was concerned. She’d give anything to have just met him, to have this time with him untarnished by the stupid mistakes from their past. If it wasn’t for the wariness and mistrust she caught on Marc’s face when he didn’t think she saw him, she could almost believe he cared as much if not more than he had seven years ago. He still wanted her, though, as badly it seems as he had back then. For now, she’d have to settle for that and hope in time his feelings would grow as deep as hers seemed to have always been.

“We were friends a long time ago, Michelle. He’s just looking out for me. Don’t read any more into than that.”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Open your eyes, Cassie, you might see more that way.”

Cassie found it difficult to concentrate the rest of the afternoon. Wondering if Michelle was right, if Marc was actually starting to care for her again, had her vacillating between hope and denial. She had fallen fast and hard for him when she had first met him, so fast and so hard she had been devastated when, on that third night at the club, he had planned on sharing her with Jack. At the time, she had been shocked and felt betrayed, but now, the memory just made her feel sad.

Seven Years Ago…

Cassie spotted him immediately upon entering the club. Just the sight of him made her palms sweat and her heart pound. He stood next to his friend, Jack, and even though he was an inch or two shorter than Jack, he still stood taller than those around him and towered over her. His size made her feel small and when he had that hard body wrapped around her, made her feel cherished and safe. She wondered what he had planned for tonight. Two weeks ago she could never have imagined herself having sex in public with a guy she had known only two days, but she had and she had loved it and she was very much afraid she loved him. He was so much older, more experienced and worldly than she was, she wondered what he saw in her, why he wanted her. Then he spotted her, smiled and strode purposely toward her and she forgot about her misgivings.

“Hi,” she smiled at him and then melted when he simply pulled her to him and kissed him. Groaning, Cassie sank into the kiss, loving how his lips took command of hers the same way his body did. When he drew her arms behind her and clasped her wrists tightly, she shivered with longing, anxious now to feel his hard cock taking her again. She didn’t care where or how, so long as it was soon.

“Hi yourself,” he said when he lifted his mouth from hers, their lips still so close she could feel his breath against hers. “Let’s sit over here.”

Her hand clasped in his, she followed him to an empty sofa in a relatively quiet and secluded corner. Cassie was startled but game when he kissed her again and his hands wasted no time in lowering her halter top.

“Did you wear this to make it easy for me?” he asked as he filled his hands with her bare breasts.

“Yes.” Breathlessly, Cassie arched into his hands, excitement replacing modesty as he tortured her nipples with hard pinches followed by the soothing feel of his lips and tongue. “I’ve thought of nothing but you this week,” she admitted shyly.

Marc lifted his head and his green eyes bored into hers. “That’s good because I’ve thought of nothing but you also. Cassie, I don’t want this, us, to end after tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t either, but you live in Colorado.” Her pleasure at hearing he wanted more time with her dimmed with the reality of their situation. “Long distance relationships rarely work out.”

“We’ll make it work,” he answered adamantly. “You only have two years of school left and I work for myself. I can arrange to come here, at least for a few days, about every month. You can come to Colorado and stay at our lodge during semester breaks. It won’t cost you anything. I’ll send you a plane ticket. Do you take classes in the summer?”

His hands and mouth had stayed busy on her breasts as he pled his case and Cassie found it difficult to concentrate. Her nipples were throbbing as was her swollen, empty vagina. Rubbing herself against his prominent erection, she whimpered with escalating need. “Yes, usually, but I have a whole month before the fall semester starts. But, Marcus, I have to work too. I don’t know if I can be gone that long and keep my job.”

“We’ll work it out, Cassie. Tell me you want to try as much as I do. That’s all I ask.”

“Yes, yes of course I do.” Cassie’s thighs fell open when he moved his hand down to them and inched her skirt up. “Oh, God,” she moaned when he deftly slid her thong off and cupped her aching pussy.

“You’re wet, darlin’. Even your pretty curls are damp. Tell me you don’t get this wet for just any guy,” he demanded.

“I don’t,” she gasped as he entered her with two fingers. “I really don’t. This isn’t like me.” Arching into his hand, she laid her head back against his arm and gloried in the way he could so easily arouse her. She was oblivious to the people walking by, watching, to the sounds of slapping flesh and high cries of release that accompanied BDSM play, to everything except the pleasure of his hand between her legs, his mouth on her nipples and the promise of seeing him again.

He drove her crazy tormenting her, his fingers filling her, exploring every inch of her vagina while his thumb rasped over her clit. But, before she could go over, he’d pull back, ease his strokes, lighten his suckling of her nipples before starting over again, driving her up just to let her simmer. Never allowing her to boil over. Frustration and need had her perspiring, cursing and pleading as she begged him for release.

“Please, please, Master. More, I need more.”

“She begs very prettily.”

Cassie’s eyes flew open to see Jack sitting on the chair opposite them, his erection blatantly obvious in his slacks, his dark eyes warm and caressing as he looked at her bent, splayed legs and Marc’s hand between them. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her top down, leaving her completely exposed.

Marc’s arm tightened around her arm as she attempted to cover herself. “Stay still, Cassie.”

His deep voice and the implacable look on his face had her obeying without thought. Then he smiled his approval evident in his eyes and she had to bite her lip to keep from blurting out that she loved him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. “Let me show Jack how prettily you come as well as beg, darlin’.”

His mouth took hers in a hard kiss as he finger fucked her with deep, hard strokes. This time when his thumb pressed on her clit, he didn’t let up on the pressure. His mouth left hers and returned to her breasts, the arm behind her back holding her up to him. The ruthless, duel stimulation was too much for her and she soon found herself crying out in pleasure, her hips grinding against his hand as he pumped into her furiously. Her body shook as sensation after sensation swamped her, leaving her shaken and limp on his lap, uncaring that she was still sprawled lewdly. His fingers slowed and she loved how he now caressed her pussy softly, soothing her with slow strokes.

She was still breathing heavily, when he whispered in her ear, “Cassie, have you ever fantasized about having two men?”

“What?” Still reeling from her explosive climax, it took her a moment to grasp his words.

“Just think, darlin’. Four hands, two lips, two cocks, all working to please you.”

Cassie jerked away from him, feeling as if she had been doused in cold water as shock and betrayal filled her. “You want to share me? With him?” She glanced at Jack and saw the truth in his face.

“I want to please you, we both do. I promise…”

Cassie jumped off his lap and quickly straightened her clothes. Glancing around frantically, she spotted her thong at the end of the sofa and hastily slipped it on. Marc had risen and now tried to take her arm. Jumping back, she cried hoarsely, “Don’t touch me. I thought…I thought…” Tears clogged her throat as she looked at him and saw not the man she thought she loved but the one who cared so little for her that he would not only allow but abet another man touching her, fucking her. “I thought you cared.”

“I do, damn it. Cassie, wait. Let’s talk, don’t run off...”

“I don’t want to talk. Coming here was a mistake, one I won’t make again. Obviously men like you want more, expect more, than I’m willing to give.”

“Wait, please Cassie.”

“Donut. There, I said my safe word and we’re through, I’m through.” Turning, she fled through the club, tears blinding her, and she never looked back.

The Present…

Cassie was remembering that night more clearly now, maybe because she wasn’t blinded by youth and deeply ingrained moral convictions. Maturity had forced her to be honest with herself, first when it came to her marriage and what a façade it was, and second when it came to what she really wanted when it came to sex and a relationship. Her few nights with Master Greg had confirmed she got off on domination, her reunion with Marc confirmed it was him, and only him that she wanted to submit totally to. It had taken her a while, years in fact, to admit to herself that one reason she had come so hard that night under Marc’s hand was because of Jack’s presence. She remembered thinking it was a big turn on that he got hard watching her, that he was fantasizing about fucking her, that he might want her. But the shock of Marc’s plan had obliterated everything but the sense of betrayal. After watching Morgan get fucked by three men, the way they catered to her, their every touch designed to heighten her pleasure, had been an aphrodisiac to watch. And seeing the possessive way Jack looked at Morgan afterward and since made her ache for the same look from Marc.

The door chiming claimed her attention and with a start she realized it was almost closing time. She put away the last few items and went out to greet Marc with less frustration than when he had dropped her off. If Michelle was right and Marc’s over protectiveness was because of his growing feelings for her, she would try to be more patient.

Chapter Fifteen

Marc was glad Cassie seemed more acceptable of his protection. When he had picked her up earlier, she hadn’t started in on how ridiculous it was for him to make two trips to town each day and how she hadn’t heard anything more from her so called stalker which meant he was probably on to someone else. That could be true and he sincerely hoped it was, but when it comes to her safety, he found he wasn’t willing to take any chances. The thought of someone hurting her made him see red and he knew there would be no stopping him from seeking justice if it came to that.

He was going to have to come to a decision soon about her and their relationship. Right now they were together because of circumstances. If he were honest with himself, he would admit he was losing the battle to stay away from her when Scott had contacted him about the note she had received. He also knew no one could coerce him into doing anything he didn’t want to do, including having sex, no matter how much he wanted it. He was well aware Cassie thought she was only in his bed because she wouldn’t come stay at the lodge any other way. He let her think that, not yet ready to admit to her how much he still wanted her, how glad he really was that she was brave enough to seek him out again. The fear that she would disappear from his life for a third time was still too prevalent for him to ease her mind just yet.

“Everything ready?” Jack asked, pulling Marc out of his thoughts.

Looking around the club room, he nodded his head. “Yeah. Only about ten of the group checked in today. You said about twelve more will be here for the weekend?”

“Yes, they’re all checking in after three on Friday.” Turning to head back upstairs, Jack asked, “Do you plan to scene with Cassie tonight?”

“She’s had enough experience to know what to expect, so yes. It still irks me she sought out another Dom before coming here, but I can understand why she did it.”

“You’re not worried about rushing her?” Jack knew that Marc thought if he hadn’t moved so fast with Cassie the last time she wouldn’t have freaked out the way she did, and how that preyed on him.

“A little, but this time is different. She’s older, more experienced and nothing we do or she sees will be a surprise. This time she’ll have no excuse to bolt, at least not out of fear of betrayal.”

“So, you have no plans to share her?”

There was no way he’d give up the need to see her pleasured by two men. She was so sexy and so open with her sexuality now that just thinking of the ways he and another man could bring her pleasure made him hard. “I didn’t say that, but this time she’ll at least have forewarned knowledge to prepare her.”

As they entered their loft they heard giggling coming from the kitchen where the girls were finishing the dinner dishes. “They get on well,” Jack said, smiling.

“And they’ll keep us on our toes if the hot tub incident is anything to go by,” Marc returned dryly.

“And that pleases you as much as it does me.”

Cassie squealed in surprise when Marc’s arms circled her from behind, startling her. “Sorry, darlin’. I thought you heard me come in.”

She could tell from his tone he wasn’t sorry at all. She and Morgan had been joking around about her being the author of several erotic romances and she hadn’t heard him even though she had been listening for him. It wouldn’t do for him to know she had confided in Morgan about her growing feelings.