Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #7)(21)

Then I felt her warm tongue penetrating me, lapping me up, and then dragging over my pulsating bud. She moaned again, sucking on my essence while I clung to the plush carpet beneath me.

I couldn’t look at Brant. My focus was only on what Tammy was able to do with her tongue. She kept at it, circling my clit like it was a bull’s-eye. Then I couldn’t handle it. Her touch was too precise. She knew exactly where to attend to make me go crazy. As a woman, she didn’t waste more time exploring my body. She was there for one reason, and as she claimed my * as her own, I knew nothing would ever feel this good again.

It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, and in that time, Brant had come over to join us. Tammy welcomed him in our little space, allowing him enough room to touch me. She toyed with my spent *, fingering me as my juices continued to pour out. “I’m afraid I’ve found a new pet to play with. She’s delightful, just like I knew she would be. The good girls are always the best to f*ck.”

“Is it my turn?” He asked her.

She moved her head from side to side. “Not yet. She has some work to do before you can have her, don’t you, Cassie?”

I knew exactly what she wanted and I was so high I didn’t even consider what I was about to do. She lifted her body until she was straddling my face but didn’t lower herself, not yet. She turned back and lifted her ass first, putting it right up in my boyfriend’s face. “Give him permission. Let him touch me while he’s f*cking you. Share him with me, Cassie.”

I couldn’t look at Brant. I already knew what his answer would have been. How could he not want to be a part of this epic encounter? “Yes,” I whispered.



It was obvious when he slid up between my legs. Tammy turned around to face him. She lowered her ass until she was feeding me her *. I brought my hands up and began running my mouth over her skin while listening to two of them kissing. I wanted to hate it; to beg him to stop touching her, but I was too elated to ask and too high to care. I wanted him to experience being with both of us, and I couldn’t explain why.

Maybe it was the drugs, or the alcohol we’d consumed right before. Maybe I was sick in my head. Maybe I was tired of being the good girl. Whatever the case, I allowed my boyfriend to kiss and caress another woman, while I did the same. The smell of her natural essence filled my nostrils, but I was too taken back to taste her. Then I felt it, Brant entering me. His slow pace was too much to handle. Tammy slid forward, sitting her butt down over my breasts. She then turned and lowered her mouth to mine, our bodies parallel to one another. Brant kept ramming into me, even harder after she’d adjusted. She was rubbing her * against mine, moaning in sync with me. I could feel her hand massaging her clit. She sat up and leaned back to kiss Brant while I watched. Then he pulled out of me. Like a light switch going off, I’d changed my mind, but it was too late. He was taking her from behind while I remained stuck underneath of her. I watched their faces, and the way his hands came up and cupped both of her breasts. In that moment I wanted to scream – to cry and run away, but I was trapped. I’d asked for this. I’d let it happen.

Brant didn’t falter with Tammy. Eventually he pushed her off of me and slide back inside. I could feel the tears running down the sides of my face, not that he noticed. He bucked roughly until finally his body stiffened.

As soon as I was able, I got up and locked myself in the bathroom. I had destroyed the little bit of conscious I had left. This was one of the lowest points in my life. There would be no going back and changing things. What was done couldn’t be undone. There were no take-backs.

This was where I should have put a stop to the madness; ended this charade of being in control and accepted my parents were right. This was where I should have run home and never looked back.

Except I didn’t.





Chapter 10


Cassie


It took me years to find the courage to stand up for what I wanted in life, and only a matter of weeks for me to throw it all away on sex, drugs, and crime. When I looked in the mirror, I no longer saw the sweet girl my parents raised. Instead I saw someone who woke in the morning looking for a fix to get me through; someone willing to toss her morals aside for the high.

Several weeks ago I fell victim to my own hunger. I yearned for something more, and found solace in whatever I could put in my body to make the days easier.

I stopped caring about saving up and moving on. I lived in the now. Even Brant knew he’d changed me. The drug use only got worse once we started doing them together. Before getting high, I struggled to find the positive in my life. When we used we were unstoppable, so I thought.

Keeping myself in check to manage my job was becoming difficult though. I struggled with staying straight, on account of feeling so good when I wasn’t. Several times Brant had asked me to stop, begging me to go back to being the person he fell in love with. I suppose he didn’t like the new me very much, probably because I didn’t care anymore. Nothing affected me, not even the knowledge of the dangerous situation we were living in.

I started stealing little things for the excitement, bringing the wrong change to drunk patrons who wouldn’t notice. Each night I’d bring home over a hundred dollars, only half were tips. Originally, my intentions were to save it, but our habit was becoming too expensive to manage. As my hunger increased, the need for more daily cash was relevant. Brant only knew half of it, not that I cared about his opinion. He’d shown me how much easier it was to steal than to work hard for a little reward.