Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I knew my heavy breaths had nothing to do with being pissed at Cass. Relief, nerves, and lust had my blood heading south. I could feel my cock pressing against the denim of my jeans. It wouldn’t be long before he would see physical proof of my state.
Stepping back, I let my back brush up against the concrete wall behind me, my eyes never leaving his. “Do you have any idea what you put…” I paused briefly because I was in dangerous waters. “What you put Sully through this past week?”
“Sully…” Cass mused as he too leaned back, letting the sink support him. “Last time Sully and I talked, he made it pretty clear what was and what wasn’t supposed to happen in that cabin. Boundaries… that’s what he called them.”
I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth. Sure enough, when I dropped my eyes to Cass’s groin, there was no mistaking that we were on the same page physically. Unfortunately, we were miles apart on everything else.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that it would make everything worse. I didn’t care that it would only widen the rift between us. I selfishly didn’t care that I would be hurting him all over again.
That I’d be hurting myself.
My body was in charge and my brain had no interest in regaining control of it.
“What if those boundaries changed? For one night?” I asked.
I nearly came on the spot as Cass straightened and slowly walked toward me. The lust in his eyes was impossible to ignore.
Lust.
Nothing else.
Just lust.
Like all the men who’d looked at me in every piece-of-shit bar I’d spent my nights in for the past year. The reminder of everything I’d done, everything I’d allowed others to do to me allowed that cruel little voice to remind me I wasn’t good enough for the man in front of me.
Cass’s approach made me feel like I was some kind of prey facing its inevitable demise. My heart began to beat frantically in my chest as the weak-assed armor I’d tried to encase it in began to crack.
I didn’t want this.
Except that I did.
Cass’s hands came to rest on the wall, one on each side of my head. I couldn’t speak as I waited for him to shove his groin against mine.
How many times had I been in this same position? Letting guys manhandle me because I knew it turned them on? Welcoming every hard, denim-covered dick that pressed against mine as ugly, degrading names and suggestions had been whispered in my ear? How many times had I wondered if any of the guys would be different… if they’d make me feel something real?
“Hey,” Cass said softly, the tip of his nose brushing teasingly against mine, putting his mouth dangerously close to my own. The move felt as intimate as a kiss. His warm, soothing voice as he spoke that one single word did what it was supposed to. I focused all my attention on Cass and ignored every memory that the idea of rough, ugly sex had stirred up.
He repeated the move. I couldn’t help but close my eyes. When the caress ended, I let out a rush of air that had been trapped in my lungs. Cass was watching me intently when I finally managed to open my eyes. Gone was the emotionless lust, the blank eyes, and the eager cock. Well, that last part was still there, but the man standing before me was the man I’d come to find.
“I know you don’t remember a lot of things, but somewhere inside of you, deep inside, you know that I would never hurt you. That I would never make love to you in a place like this,” Cass continued.
I found myself nodding without even needing to think about it. I’d already known he’d never hurt me, but I hadn’t given much thought to a scenario like the one we were currently in. Not only would Cass never physically hurt me, he also wouldn’t degrade and humiliate me, even if I tried to goad him into it with false bravado and crass language. The part about making love was harder to accept. I’d never heard those words before. I’d never expected to, either, because no one made love to the neighborhood cock slut.
“Cass,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” Cass’s mouth was so close to mine that if I moved just the tiniest bit, our lips would touch the next time he spoke. I shifted my eyes from his because I couldn’t handle the hunger I saw in them. The same hunger he’d see in my eyes. Hunger and so much more.
That was when I saw the bathroom door.
“You closed the door,” I blurted. Cass had closed and locked the door behind us for me. To keep me safe. “Cass, the door—” I said as I tried to pull free of his hold so I could open it for him.