Vodka On The Rocks (The Uncertain Saints Book 3) (19 page)

My fists clenched.

“Because you fucking pouted last night instead of talking to me. Then made Core spend the night and take me to work, when I didn’t want him to be there. I wanted
you
to be there. But you were too busy being a little titty baby,” I yelled.

He moved me until my ass met the counter, crowding so close that I was sure he was either going to lay in to me or fuck me.

If I had a choice, I was hoping it would be the latter and not the former.

I dropped my head down and shut my eyes tightly.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” I exclaimed.

I waited.

Nothing.

“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried.

I waited.

Again, nothing.

“Shit,” I said, opening my eyes.

“Done?” Casten asked from where he’d trapped me against the bathroom counter.

“My clothes are getting wet. In fact, I think my pants are soaked all the way through,” I grumbled, leaning forward until my upper body was laying across the counter.

Casten sat up until all that was touching me were his hips, where his massive erection dug into my ass.

“You’re cute,” he said, reaching up and pulling my hair out of my ponytail.

I glared. “I’m not cute.”

He grabbed my face and turned it to face the mirror.

His hands were squeezing my face so I looked like I had ten chin rolls and lips three sizes too big.

“See,” he said. “Cute.”

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He grinned and let my face go, leaning back until he was once again only touching me with his hips.

“Well, go ahead and do it if you’re going to do it,” I grumbled.

His brows rose.

“That didn’t sound very convincing. You can do better if you want me,” he rocked his hips.

I furrowed my lip at him.

“I don’t want you,” I wiggled.

He yanked my pants to the ground and sank one finger deep inside me, causing my eyes to cross in pleasure.

Even I could hear the wetness as he pumped it in and out a few times.

“What was that you were saying?” he asked.

I gritted my teeth.

“Cat got your tongue?” he pushed, leaning forward so one strong, corded arm was planted beside my hip.

The muscles in his arms bunched, causing the tattoo that he had on his shoulder to roll with the movement.

“So, I can do what I want to you, right?” he teased.

“No!”

Yes.

I closed my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

I did, reluctantly.

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

“Language,” he snapped his hand down until it made contact with the soft skin of my ass.

I gasped, jolting forward at the contact.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, per se, but also one I’d never experienced before.

And he kept doing it…without knowing that I liked it.

Smack.

“Oww, you fucker! Let me go!” I screeched.

“Language,” he spanked me again.

Smack.

I squirmed in his grasp, but all it served to do was make his grip on my hips tighter.

“Let me go,” I ordered. “We can’t do this here.”

What my body was saying, however, was
yes! Do it! Now!

Smack.

“We’re doing this here. When you’re done with your snit, then we’ll leave,” he growled against my neck.

Then sank his teeth in…causing me to orgasm like a two-bit whore.

“Fuck!”
I growled.

He laughed throatily as he started to work his cock out of his pants.

Once free of his arms, I moved like a snake and danced out of his hands as I scrambled to right my pants and made to run. Of course he caught me before I could even take three steps.

“Casten,” I said breathlessly. “Put me down. We can’t do this out in the open.”

He listened but just barely.

Instead, he took me to the showers where there was a bench across the back wall and sat down.

I was about to blast him with a few more choice words, but before I could, he leaned forward and pulled me against him, my back to his front, as he yanked my pants back down.

I grabbed a hold of his forearms, digging into them as he filled me with one delicious thrust.

My grip on his arms didn’t loosen, and they tightened their hold on me until I was having trouble breathing.

But see, the problem with Casten and me was that we both had something to prove.

I wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t some pushover who couldn’t handle his shit. He wanted to prove that I couldn’t handle his shit so he was being rough on purpose.

It was push and pull as he thrust into me, and I thrashed to get away from him.

He held me easily…
too easily.

It’d been my intention to thwart his cock from entering me, but this wasn’t our first rodeo. He’d proven himself more than capable of controlling my wild thrashing during sex when he lined his cock up with my leaking pussy, and thrust inside, where his movements became almost brutal.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Get off me!”

I was lying.

Really, I was.

He felt so fucking good inside of me that it was hard to breathe, but it also might’ve been the arm that was still banded tightly around my chest.

“That’s not what your body’s saying, Tash. What your body is saying is, ‘Harder Casten. More Casten’,” he teased deviously in that deep, rumbly voice of his.

I dug the fingernails on my left hand into his arm, causing him to grunt. Then he hissed when I yanked on his hair.

“Being mean today, aren’t you?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Mean?” He tasted the word on his lips. “You haven’t seen mean. You want mean?”

“Well, you might as well show me what I’m missing. Or have I seen all the skills you have?” I gritted through clenched teeth, grinding myself down onto his hard cock.

He hit places inside of me that I had no idea existed, causing my mouth to run when it shouldn’t…like it did when I was nervous.

He didn’t seem to notice my nervousness, though…only noticed the challenge in my voice instead.

He wrapped his hands around my mouth, cutting off my verbal diarrhea, and really began to pound into me.

He pulled me down as he thrust up, so hard that my brain rattled.

I gasped into his hands, going dizzy with the force he was using. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so…
right
.

His other hand slipped under my shirt and went straight to my nipples, pulling and tugging, adding a little bit of pain to my pleasure.

His pubic hairs rubbed against my backside, not pleasurable, but not uncomfortable, either.

My head fell back to rest on his shoulder, and my eyes crossed in agony as my orgasm stayed just out of reach.

He slowed, and I groaned my frustration into his hand.

He stopped and I nearly cried in disappointment.

“Denying you an orgasm…now that’s mean,” he whispered against my skin.

I started to clench and unclench my pelvic muscles, drawing a groan out of his mouth.

“Naughty,” he whispered fiercely.

I dropped my hand to my clit.

I just needed a little push and I’d come.

Just a little.

But he captured it before I could get one circle completed…the bastard.

“You think you could come by nipple stimulation alone?” He let my hand go and moved both of his hands to my nipples.

I shook my head.

“No,” I disagreed stubbornly.

“You don’t think I can make you, or you don’t think you could do it?” he pushed, rolling one nipple while he tugged the other.

I shook my head.

My brain was foggy.

I couldn’t think.

What was he wanting from me?

I knew what I wanted, but he was denying me it.

I circled my hips, and he withdrew even further, leaving only the first inch of his fat cock resting just inside my entrance.

“Give it to me, fucker!” I screamed.

I was going to hell for doing this in the school. Thank God we were all alone.

“You really shouldn’t use that language while you’re working,” he teased.

My hand came down between my legs, but this time I went for his balls, cupping them none too gently in my hand.

“Give it to me,” I growled.

He chuckled.

“No reason to get all hasty,” he allowed me to come back down fully onto his length.

I snarled at him.

I was really an animal.

I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it. And, right now I wanted Casten’s huge cock pounding an orgasm out of me.

Hard. Fast. Rough.

“Please Casten,” I begged. “Please.”

A tear leaked from my eye, running down the length of my cheek before it fell from my chin onto his hand, causing him to pause.

“Shit,” he hissed.

More tears of frustration started to flow and he quickly stood, dislodging himself from me.

He pushed me forward.

“Hold on to your ankles,” he ordered.

I bent, grabbing onto my ankles with ease, and then nearly screamed out my relief.

Casten thrust into me hard and started pounding into me with hard, purposeful thrusts; so hard that I felt him in my throat…not that that was possible.

My eyes crossed, and I finally got what I wanted.

Casten gave it to me, hard and quick.

It didn’t take long until I was there, an orgasm burning through me like a wildfire in summer.

If I were to die, this would be the thing I would miss most of all.

The way Casten made me feel during sex.

The way he gave me what I wanted; albeit, after a little—
or a lot
—of teasing.

He grunted as my release triggered his.

I felt his cock swell as the hot bursts of come splashed against my cervix.

“Yes,” I cried.

I didn’t know why I was crying.

But I didn’t have any control over this reaction, I was only going where my body led me.

Casten moved, settling me back on his lap as we both recovered from the intensity of the moment.

We sat that way, him inside me, neither of us talking, until our breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried on our skin.

In fact, we stayed like that so long that I started to get cold.

“Let’s go home,” he rumbled.

I went with him, holding his hand the entire way down the darkened hallway.

“Why’d you get your nursing degree?” Casten asked me, his low voice vibrating the very air around us.

“I made a promise to Jet when I was younger,” I told him. “He told me to follow my dreams, but I just couldn’t pick just one dream. So I chose to achieve them all…and his as well.”

“What else do you want to do?” he persisted. “And what degree are you pursuing that he wanted to pursue?”

“I thought about architecture. And meteorology. But I think I’m going to stop. I love coaching and plan on doing it the rest of my life,” I admitted. “He wanted to be a nurse, too.”

“That’s good that you did that. I bet he’d be proud of you,” he said, sounding completely genuine.

I smiled, and for the first time since it’d happened, I looked back at Jet and our memories with happiness.

Yes, he would be happy for me.

You push my buttons. Buttons I never knew I had.

-Casten to Tasha

Tasha

“Donkey Kong!” I cried, dropping down to my knees and gathering up the fluffy, big bundle of fur to my chest and aiming a beaming smile at Casten. “Thank you.”

He winked and walked into the kitchen, my ferret following in his wake.

I giggled and stood, keeping pace behind Shawshank.

Then laughed when the little devil skidded up Casten’s leg and climbed his pants like the little tyrant he was.

“Thank you,” I repeated.

Casten tossed me a look over his shoulder.

“You made me feel bad,” he gave me a shrug.

I grinned.

“They’re my babies,” I gave my cat a kiss.

Grrrr.

I froze, turning around to see Koda on the ground on a bed in the corner of the kitchen. Her food and water bowl were on the ground next to her, and she growled some more at me.

“Koda!” I cried, placing my cat in Casten’s arms before hurrying over to Koda.

Koda’s growl picked up and I slowed, going down to my haunches about three feet away from her.

“I really wish you’d let me pet you again.” I said to her.

Her tail thumped once, but she never stopped growling.

“I think you really just want attention. What would you do if I touched you?” I asked.

I duck walked forward, getting closer and closer, stopping just short of touching her.

Her growls never abated, but they never ramped up, either.

“She won’t bite you. She likes you,” Casten offered his two cents.

I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled at the picture he made.

Kong was laid out like a baby on his back, purring up a storm as Casten scratched him under his chin on top of the counter.

Turning back to Koda, I slowly reached my hand out and I closed my eyes until I met the coarse brown and black fur covering Koda’s side.
She didn’t bite me.

I hesitantly opened up one eye, looking in disbelief at Koda.

“You’re such a pretty girl,” I told her, scratching her softly behind the ear.

“Don’t lie to her. It’s not nice,” Casten laughed.

I smiled and continued to scratch.

Casten’s phone rang.

“Hello?” Casten’s annoyed voice answered. “What
? Now? Yeah. What grocery store? Yeah. Okay. Thanks for the tip.”

I looked at him in curiosity.

“Want to come get a skip with me?” He stood up straight and looked at me questioningly.

I grinned.

“Can I?” I asked in excitement.

He shrugged.

“It’s an old woman that missed her bail and continues to miss her court dates because she’s an old woman who doesn’t think the law applies to her. She’s about seventy-five pounds sopping wet, and couldn’t make a fast getaway if she tried,” he added.

“Are you talking about Old Lady Rona?” CeeCee asked as she came into the kitchen mostly dressed in her uniform.

She was obviously about to go to work. She had her pants and boots on, and was tugging her shirt on, giving me a clear, unencumbered view of her neck.