Seeds of Desire (4 page)

At his confession, she saw red. She’d known his actions had
been deliberate, but knowing wasn’t the same as hearing it. She wanted to
scream at him, call him every name in the book.
How dare he!

The little voice of reason in her mind pointed out that she
wasn’t really angry at Jared for what he’d done. She was angry with herself for
responding to it. All the weeks of telling herself she wouldn’t be attracted to
him, didn’t want him, refused to consider even touching him had just gone out
the window.
So much for trying to keep my distance.

He wanted her. And angry or not, she wanted him too.
Standing there in those goddamn sexy jeans, he made the most appealing picture
she’d ever seen.

Before she could stop herself, she shoved him against the
door. In his eyes, a flash of confusion was immediately replaced with the gleam
of lust.

Her cunt throbbed. This time, she wouldn’t stop him. They
weren’t in the car where someone might see. They were in his room and she
didn’t give a fuck if any other guests heard. He’d put her in this state, and
he could damn well help her out of it.

“What are you looking so smug for?” she growled.

“I’m not smug.” He grinned. “I’d say you have me right where
I want you, Cass.”

She pressed herself hard against him. His cock swelled
against her belly and she grew wetter in preparation for it. Part of her sat
back, shocked at her behavior. She’d never been aggressive in bed and certainly
had never taken control of a man this way.

The rest of her told that part resoundingly to shut the hell
up.

“I have you where
I
want you. You’re going to do what
I want this time, Jared. You think it’s funny to play with yourself while I’m
listening?” She took a step back and yanked open the button fly of his jeans.
His cock sprang out eagerly. “Do it now,” she ordered.

He looked confused. “Do what?”

“This.” She grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his cock,
her own hand on top of his. Roughly, she moved his hand up and down his shaft.
He hissed in a breath and she stopped, startled out of her fury. “Did I hurt
you?”

“God, no.” He swallowed hard. “Definitely no pain. Do it
again.” He flexed his hand. “You want to watch, or you want to do it?”

She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She wanted to pay
him back for masturbating to her name and, presumably, her image in his head,
but he was fucking up her plans by enjoying it.

She whirled around and stormed across the room. He stayed
against the door, holding his cock with a stunned look. “You want me?” she
demanded.

“I said I do.” He let go of himself and hitched his jeans
up, though he left them unfastened. “Cass, what are you doing here? Do you even
know?”

“Yeah.”
No.
She whipped off her T-shirt and threw it
at him. “You want me? Here’s your chance.”

“No. Not like this.” He bit his lip. “Cass, I’ve got to be
crazy to stop you, but you’re only doing this because you’re pissed at me.”

“Which means it’s the only opportunity you’re likely to
get.” Keeping her eyes on him, she pulled off her jeans and panties in one
quick movement and let them drop to the floor. Her bra joined them. Completely
nude, she strode toward him again, enjoying the twitch of his cock as he grew
harder. “You’re going to fuck me, Jared. You think you’re the only one who got
turned-on in the car? You think you can just jerk off—making damn sure I know
about it—and not get me hot?”

“Do you want
me
, or do you just want payback?” he
muttered.

“Who gives a fuck?” She knelt in front of him and gave in to
her impulse to lick away the small drop of fluid at the tip of his cock. He
shuddered. “Should I suck you?” she asked huskily. “Or should I pull you down
to the floor and climb on?”

“This isn’t you,” he protested.

No, it definitely wasn’t the Cassidy she’d shown around him
since they’d met. That Cassidy was all business. Like she had a stick up her
ass, as he’d described her in her suit. She was more than a little surprised at
herself for her actions now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t her.

Just a part of her she usually kept hidden. And now she
would let it out to play.

She slid her mouth over his shaft and he moaned. Encouraged,
she sucked lightly and reached up to fondle his balls. He twined his hand
through her hair, then gripped firmly and moved her head so she fucked him with
her mouth. She let out a satisfied groan at the salty taste of more precum on
her tongue.

His cock twitched against her lips. She sucked harder on his
shaft, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure he made. She didn’t like his
control of her, though, and shook her head to make him let go. When his grip
relaxed, she took her mouth off him and ran her tongue down his length,
savoring his texture, to the wiry nest of hair at the base. On impulse, she
licked his balls. He cried out and she looked up at him with a smile. “Do you
like that?”

“You want me to come in your mouth?” he murmured. “Because
I’m going to if you keep this up too much longer. You’re that fucking good,
Cassidy.”

She plunged her mouth onto his cock again, then slowly
pulled back. “Hell, no. You aren’t going to come in my mouth. You’re going to
come in my pussy.” Common sense smacked her and she quickly added, “In a
condom, that is, assuming you have one?”

He pulled a small packet from his jeans pocket. Cassidy
narrowed her eyes. “You asshole. You planned on this?”

“No.” He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I
just hoped. We went out to dinner, and after what we did when we got back from
the meeting, I hoped maybe after dinner… Don’t kill me, okay?”

She turned away so he wouldn’t see the smile she couldn’t
quite manage to keep off her face. “Put it on,” she ordered.

She watched as he followed her command, unrolling the condom
onto his hard cock without bothering to remove his jeans. A thrill of lust and
power ran through her. That was for her. That cock would fill her in just a
moment, would pound into her. Would give her the satisfaction her fingers
hadn’t quite managed. And it would happen because she had demanded it. Moisture
collected between her legs and she clenched her fists to keep from touching
herself. She’d already done that. Now it was his turn.

With a tentative expression, he held his arms out to his
sides. “I’m ready. What do you want, Cassidy?”

“First of all, I want you to call me Cass.” Her full name
sounded far too formal for this situation. “Second of all, lie on your back.
I’m going to ride you.”

“On the bed or the floor?”

“I don’t give a shit.” She ran her finger from the base of
his cock to the tip, ignoring the lube on the condom. “Just get on your fucking
back so I can have this inside me.”

“Bed.” He quickly did as she’d said and winked at her.
“Otherwise, I might end up with rug burn.”

“Just shut up.” She straddled him and tickled his cock with
her wet slit. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. “Do you want to fuck me,
Jared?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Is this what you were daydreaming about while you jerked
off?”

“Yes.” He raised his hips and she lifted herself away from
his cock. “Please, Cass!”

“Please what?” She wanted to hear him beg as much as she
could make him before she gave in.

“Please fuck me.” He opened his eyes and stared into hers
with a mix of emotions she didn’t dare try to identify. “Ride me, Cass. Take
what you want from me, give me what I want. Whatever you do, don’t stop now,
because I’ll fucking burn to a cinder if you leave me like this.”

For just a moment, she toyed with the idea of doing exactly
that. Walking away from him when he was this hard and ready would certainly pay
him back. But she couldn’t do it. She ached for him too badly to stop before
the main event.

She moved up his body slightly, then slid down until his
cock head rested against her opening. “This will never happen again,” she
warned.

“I don’t care, as long as it happens now.”

With one abrupt movement, she took his cock into her swollen
pussy and sighed as his hardness filled her. Her muscles gripped his shaft. He
gasped and ran his hands up her sides.

She didn’t want his touch now, though. She pushed his arms
down onto the bed and pinned them with her hands as she raised and lowered
herself on him. At first, she moved excruciatingly slowly, wanting to torment
him. But it tortured her at least as much, so she rode him harder and faster.
He picked up her rhythm and thrust his hips upward to meet each of her downward
movements.

The room filled with their moans and cries. Sparks within
Cassidy built to full flame and her channel gripped his cock firmly. Her clit
tingled, but she refused to release Jared’s arms to touch herself. Nor would
she let him touch her. Instead she fucked him harder, shifting herself so that
on each stroke, her clit rubbed against him.

“Fuck, Cass, I’m going to come,” he groaned. “I can’t—”

“Come, then.” She’d had his cock inside her for only
moments, but her own impending orgasm bore down on her like thunder. She didn’t
care how long the sex lasted. She wanted only her own satisfaction. “Come for
me.”

The words and the sense of power over Jared triggered her
explosion. Her cunt contracted so hard she cried out and stars danced in front
of her eyes. The climax stole her breath and she panted heavily, trying to take
in enough air to stay conscious as ecstasy raced through her. She quaked on top
of him and he responded with a sharp thrust up into her and a long, loud groan
as his cock stuttered within her.

Flames ran over her skin and aftershocks rippled through her
again and again. Each time, Jared convulsed beneath her as her mini-climaxes
apparently triggered aftereffects for him as well. He grunted and shoved into
her again, then went limp.

She fought her body, which was weak and threatening to
collapse against him, long enough to climb off him. For a moment, she lay on
her side, trying to catch her breath.

He turned his head and smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you.” Ignoring an all too strong impulse
to rest her head on his chest, she forced herself off the bed. “You started it.
You got to finish. Happy now?”

“Yes, and I wish you were too.” He propped himself on one
elbow. “Cass, don’t leave, please. Not this angry. Can’t we—”

“No,” she said firmly. She gathered her clothes and pulled
them on as quickly as she could, refusing to look away from him despite the
sudden embarrassment that filled her as the full impact of what she’d just done
hit her. “This isn’t going to happen again,” she reminded him, striding toward
the door. “If you even mention it, I’ll kill you. So savor the memory.”

“Cass, please.”

She yanked the door open, stepped into the hall and slammed
it shut on his protest.

Back in her own room, she curled up on the bed and shut her
eyes tightly against the tears that threatened. She hadn’t wanted the evening
to end this way. Hadn’t meant to hurt Jared. Or herself.

She’d tried so hard to keep her distance from him, both
because of his arrogance and because she had to work with him, and look where
it had left her.

Her body still tingled with the remnants of her climax. Her
cunt still contracted slightly. If she hadn’t walked out on him the way she
had, she might have waited ’til they recovered, then fucked him again.

She couldn’t let that happen. Maybe she didn’t hate him.
Deep inside her heart, she knew she didn’t. That didn’t mean she had feelings
for him, though. They worked together. That was all, assuming she hadn’t just
ruined their working relationship by fucking his brains out.

Gradually, her breathing returned to normal. She stared at
the darkness of her room until exhaustion and embarrassment forced her eyes
closed and she slept.

Chapter Four

Cassidy woke early the next morning, an unfamiliar ache
between her legs. For a moment she stared at the ceiling, trying to place
herself.

Then the events of the previous night flooded back and she
rolled over to bury her face in her pillow.
I fucked Jared Jackson. How the
hell am I supposed to look him in the eye this morning?

She needed a shower. That would wake her up enough to think
rationally.

She rose and rummaged in her suitcase for the baggy faded
jeans and sweatshirt she wore for gardening. The clothes would be perfect for
tree planting. She didn’t care enough about them to worry about how filthy they
might become.

After a nice, hot shower she felt more alert and less sore.
Her racing mind had settled after she remembered that she’d ordered Jared never
to mention what they’d done. If he was smart, he’d follow that order, and as
long as he didn’t bring it up, she would be able to keep her business face
firmly in place.

Once she was ready, shoulder-length blonde hair pulled back
into a messy ponytail, she left her room and headed for the motel office, where
a sign promised “Contnental Breakfast”. She shook her head at the sign.
Hopefully it would be better than the spelling.

She’d just sat down with a cup of tea and a toasted bagel
when Jared came in. He half-staggered to the coffeepot and filled two of the
small foam cups, then carried both of them to Cassidy’s table and sat across
from her. He didn’t quite manage to look her in the eye.

“I don’t drink coffee,” she said, refusing to react any more
strongly to his presence.

“No kidding,” he muttered. “These are both for me.” He
drained a third of one cup and set it down. “Caffeine. I should mainline the
stuff.” He blinked at her through sleep-bleared eyes. “You look way too perky
in the mornings, have I told you that?”

“I don’t think you usually see me this early in the
morning.”