Sweet Obsession (Men of Whiskey Row Book 1) (22 page)

The look of disgust on Sidra’s face as she looked him up and down before turning away broke his restraint. Casey rushed towards her and grabbed her arm. Shocked, she narrowed her eyes and yanked back, but he wouldn’t let go and only pulled her closer. “You don’t know a damn thing about me. Do you hear me? Not a damn thing!”

“Get your hand off of me before you draw back a bloody nub, you fucking psycho,” Sidra hissed; speaking slowly, venom dripping from each word. What a fool she’d been to be attracted to this cold-blooded son of a bitch. He chewed women up and spit them out like it was nothing and had the nerve to be mad at
her
for calling him on it. Casey’s hazel eyes blazed fire and his full lips were pulled into a snarl. Even now she should be able to resist him, but found she had to still her body from swaying towards his.

Casey glared at Sidra. Up close she was even lovelier— flawless dark skin flushed with anger and eyes glittering like diamonds; but her sexy, glossy lips were pursed together like she’d been sucking on lemons. He pulled her closer and felt her body shift. He knew that she was going to swing; so he moved first and used both hands to jerk her against him and out of the light, backing her up against the side wall of the house. He brought his lips down on hers, channeling all of his anger, frustration, and desire into a searing kiss.

***

Sidra was stunned as Casey’s firm lips covered hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, familiarizing her with his minty taste as he dominated her. Then the kiss softened, and she found herself drowning in sensations. What started out as punishment turned into pleasure, making her helpless to resist him as she met his tongue stroke for stroke.
This is really happening,
she thought dazedly as he expertly caressed her mouth and swallowed up every cry she whimpered. She could feel his long hardness pressing against her middle; and she pulled him even closer, running her hands through his hair like she’d always longed to do.

Casey groaned into her mouth, wishing he could stop kissing her but he couldn’t.  Now that he’d tasted Sidra’s soft lips, he was officially under her spell. Gently he bit her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. She tasted like ripe berries. He could feel his dick leaking; he was so turned on by her fingers in his hair and the feel of her soft body pressing into his. The time for sanity had come and gone. He’d rather die than walk away without knowing what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock.

They continued to exchange fervent kisses as Casey lifted Sidra’s dress and yanked her panties down. They fell around her ankles, and the musky scent of her arousal drove him wild. She stepped out of them, and he yanked at his belt then unbuttoned his pants letting them fall around his knees. Sidra licked her lips and placed her hand on him, causing him to jerk back as if burned. “No, I won’t last if you touch me. I need to fuck you now, Sidra. Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he demanded; and she willingly complied, her pussy quivering in response to his command.

Casey stared at her magnificent ass, thinking that it was a true work of art. Although Sidra was naked, save heels from the waist down; in the pale moonlight he could see how round and firm the satiny, chocolate globes were. Her waist was tiny, and her legs long and toned. He stepped up to her, and his dick was cushioned by the cleft of her ass and coated by her arousal. He was so turned on by the sight of his paler skin against her darker skin that more pre-cum oozed out as he rubbed himself against the lips of her soaked pussy. Sidra moaned at the sensation, clawing at the wall in front of her and arching her ass out, silently pleading for him to take her.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered through gritted teeth, torturing them both by stroking his shaft up and down her dripping slit. Casey’s eyes rolled back in his head, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last. Shit, he wasn’t even in yet, and it was fucking amazing. Sidra was panting heavily and going stir crazy in anticipation. “Are we gonna fuck or what? Let me know because I have a potential suitor who could probably do what you’re doing…maybe even better,” she taunted, anxious to get a response out of him. If he stopped now she felt like she would die. Casey saw red at the thought of someone being with Sidra like this and shoved into her with a powerful stroke. She jerked forward onto her tiptoes gasping, “Aaaah!”

Casey gave her a moment to adjust to his girth, gnashing his teeth at how right it felt to be in her overly-saturated walls. Then he started to move, pulling Sidra closer as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Casey pressed her closer to the wall, grasping both of her wrists in one hand high above her head. His other hand drifted between her legs to massage her swollen clit.

“You think that you’re gonna get this somewhere else?” When she didn’t answer he thrust even harder, causing her to coat his dick with more of her arousal. The moan Sidra emitted was long and low. “You think he’s gonna fuck you like me? No baby, you ain’t finding no one else who’s gonna be balls deep in your sweet pussy like this.”

Sidra was trembling as she willingly took his big dick over and over again.
Damn, the lawyer could fuck. Who knew all this fire lay beneath the uptight prim and proper esquire?
And the shit he was talking in her ear was turning her on even more. Casey’s long, thick fingers rubbing on her clit were magical, and she couldn’t get enough. She spread her legs even more, giving him better access to her pussy. “More! Fuck me harder! I’m almost there!” she demanded breathlessly, clamping down hard on him and squeezing as his dick put the fiercest of beat downs on her pussy, continuously hitting her g-spot oh so right. Casey dropped her wrists and yanked her head back for a bruising kiss, sucking on her tongue as he fucked and rubbed her. Sidra reached behind to hold his head in place as they exchanged sloppy kisses. Together they were wildly out of control.

Sidra was going to combust; the pleasure was too unbearable. Her legs started to shake harder; and then she was splintering from the inside out as her body exploded so hard, she squirted all over Casey’s hand. He was coming too, shoving her right leg upwards and holding it in place to delve deeper into her quaking pussy. Filling her tunnel up with his cum to the point that it was overflowing and running back down her leg, Casey loosened his grip as they fell against the wall gasping for breath.

Reality set in shortly afterwards. Silently, Casey pulled out of her, and they attempted to adjust their clothes. As he buckled his pants, he watched Sidra intently as she attempted to ignore him. She looked beautifully undone to him as she stumbled to pick up her panties; feeling satisfaction at the way she tentatively moved around, and Casey could feel himself hardening again. Idly he wondered how long they could stay gone before they were missed.

Sidra just wanted to get the fuck out of Casey’s presence, still incredulous of the dick- down he’d put on her. Her body was aching for a repeat performance, but she wouldn’t be the same fool twice, she vowed silently. Avoiding his eyes, she hurriedly bent down to pick up her underwear and paused as something wet trickled down her legs. She stiffened at the same time that Casey saw the pearl-colored fluid as well. They looked at it and then each other before simultaneously exclaiming, “Fuck!!!”

Chapter Seventeen

Dinner with the Romankov’s was a lively affair. The food was excellent, and the wine even better. As the designated driver, Jack limited himself to one glass, but encouraged Noelle to enjoy the finest that the Romankov Wineries had to offer. Before they left, Alexei promised to pack a crate of wine for them to take home. Jack was glad to be home because it gave him a chance to catch up with his sister who proved to be evasive in answering any of his questions. He smelled bullshit and was going to get to the bottom of it. Alexei had been oddly quiet during his subtle-as-a-bull interrogation; and in the end, Noelle had cut the conversation short by asking Kat where she got her necklace from. Kat sent her a grateful look for the diversion, and beaming proudly, she said, “I made it! I’m going to school for fashion, but I really love making jewelry.”

Noelle studied the hammered gold design of Kat’s necklace then glanced down at her wedding ring. She looked up to find all three of them watching her, and it clicked. “Oh my goodness, are you Vixen?! You made my ring didn’t you?  Girl, my friends and I love your work!” Noelle raved as Katerina laughed in delight, Jack and her father looking on with pride. “I did! And I told Jack that if he didn’t drive you crazy enough to leave him, I’d make the matching bracelet for your one-year anniversary.”

Noelle glanced at Jack, and he smiled at her enigmatically knowing what she was already thinking: that they didn’t have a year, and their wedding was just a big hoax. She glanced, with a wistful expression, at the ring again, taking in the beautiful design and gorgeous stones, before turning to Kat. “It’s very beautiful, and I love it. Thank you for taking the time to do it. You’re amazingly talented,” she said simply, not willing to address the fact that there wouldn’t be an anniversary to celebrate. Jack shook his head. Poor Noelle. She had no idea the lengths that he would go to ensure there would be plenty of anniversaries.

The only awkward moment of the evening was the mentioning of Vivienne’s name. Katerina went as still as a statue when Jack said that her mother was annoyed that she was avoiding her.

“I’m not avoiding her,” she mumbled, stuffing food into her mouth; a clear attempt to avoid talking. Alexei turned a sharp glance to his daughter.

“Katya, is this true?” he asked with concern; and she shot Jack a mutinous glare before shrugging her shoulders and meeting her father’s quizzical stare.

After Kat finished swallowing her food, she said firmly, “Papa, I’m not avoiding her. She would like for us to take our annual summer trip, but this year it’s not possible for me. I have…things I’m working on. Mom should understand that as a fellow business woman. Did I complain when I spent all my time with her at the office instead of hanging out with my friends? No, I didn’t. We can still go; just not this summer. I would rather be here with
you
.”

Alexei was silent for a minute as he surveyed his daughter who could be just as stubborn as her mother, before nodding his head. “If that is your decision then I will respect it,
milya moya
.”

Jack was surprised that the older man did not insist Kat contact Vivienne, but he kept his mouth shut. As Jack and Noelle prepared to leave, Alexei motioned for him to hang back and allow the women to walk ahead of them.

“How is she?” he asked in a low voice; the “she” in question being Vivienne. Jack sighed, the feeling of guilt weighing in his chest as it always did whenever he thought of Alexei and Vivienne’s estrangement.

“She’s good, busy with work. Or her book club. Or her mentoring program. You know Vivienne she stays busy,” Jack said neutrally. He watched as the big, powerful man he’d looked up to his whole life allowed his shoulders to sag in defeat for a moment, before his gaze hardened, and he focused ahead on the women.

“I cannot change what happened that night years ago; and for that, I am truly sorry,
Yakov
. It will haunt me until the end of my days. But enough is enough. This thing between Vivi and Katya will not be smoothed by me. If Vivienne wants to see her daughter, then she will need to come here. It is time,” Alexei said, his deep voice ringing with finality.

***

Under Jack’s skillful driving, the SUV shot down the two lane road smoothly, shadows cast in the pale moonlight from the tall trees on either side falling all over it. It was if every star in the sky had come out to welcome him home. Chase Rice’s version of “Ride” played softly on the radio as Jack replayed the evening over and over in his head. Other than the obvious avoidance that Kat was showing towards her mother, something was really off. It had something to do with the way that she was overly attentive to her father. Her hovering over Alexei’s every move was suspicious to him, and he made a mental note to ask Darby about it the next time he saw him. Noelle’s yawn drew his attention back to her. “How long before we’re there?” she asked sleepily.

“Not long, another ten minutes. Did you have a good time?” Jack asked, thinking how adorable she looked snuggled in his leather jacket. Although it was mid-spring, the temperature was still cooler due to the mountain’s higher altitude.

“I did; they’re really nice people, and Katerina is incredibly talented. Jack…” Noelle hesitated, struggling to find the right words without sounding how she felt, which was pathetically grateful. “Thank you very much for the ring. I promise I’ll give it back when this is all over with. Words can’t express my gratitude to you for helping me out with everything and just being a really good sport about the whole thing.”