Bait (Wake, #1)(110)
I took her to my old room. The one opposite the house from the bed Blake and I'd shared. Even with the haze that the alcohol provided, I was lucid enough not to bring her there.
She was gentle with me as I stood there and let her take my clothes off. I still didn’t look at her, though. There was a nasty taste in my mouth as hers moved over my skin. It did nothing to excite me. I was limp. Numb to her.
“Casey, let me make you feel good,” she whispered in my ear as she took my length in her hand and massaged me, persuading my body to agree to her plight. “She's not here. She left you,” she said, and if she'd only known that it wasn't helping her cause, she probably wouldn't have mentioned it.
“She's comin' back,” I slurred. She walked me backward to the bed and I sat on the edge when my knees hit the mattress.
She straddled me. My hands stayed next to my body, they didn't embrace her. They were powerless, too.
It wasn't until she said, “I know you love her. She isn't here, though. I can be her tonight. Please, love me like you love her. Just for tonight. Let me be her.”
My vision cleared and I finally made eye contact with her. I saw an honesty there. No strings. The woman who was caring for me in this moment wanted to be here. I wanted to give my love to Blake, but she was gone.
“I've been drinking,” I told her in defeat. Even if I did want to participate, now that we were there, I couldn't see how I would be able.
“Shhh. It's okay.” She breathed into my hair, it had grown out a little and she ran her fingers through it in a way that reminded me of my honeybee. Two hands ran up the back of my head, scoring my scalp. I let my eyes close and gave in.
She reached between us and even to my surprise I was hard, not to my full potential, but enough to get the job done. That was good enough for her.
She took her shirt and bra off. I leaned back on my elbows and watched a girl that I didn't love mount and ride me like her life depended on it. My dick reacted like dicks do. It took what it was offered and I watched with lazy eyes as she f*cked me.
She didn't hold back and she required very little from me. As she grew closer to her climax she leaned into my face and kissed me. I closed my eyes again and thought of Blake. Images of her riding me and saying my name flooded my intoxicated mind.
I remembered Blake saying, “Then kiss me. Distract me.”
The thought of her moved my lips into motion and I let myself feel the pleasure that Aly gave me. It felt wrong, but so did everything else.
“You can have me, Casey,” she panted. “I'm all yours. I can make you happy.”
Her words filled my ears and in a moment of spontaneous sobriety I flipped us over. This clarity brought home exactly what I was doing, but my body was already doing it and I couldn't stop. It only knew to take what it needed. It was hungry for intimacy.
For nearly two years it had been only Blake. I hadn't been with another woman. There, in my childhood bedroom, I was f*cking a girl who wanted me and dreaming of a girl who I couldn't have yet—according to her.
My hips thrust and I looked away from Aly. I focused on the shelf on the wall.
My childhood trophies. I pounded into her roughly, finding my sea legs in the process.
She moaned my name and told me how good I made her feel. She came and writhed under me. I f*cked her until I came so hard that I had to grind my teeth to keep from screaming another woman's name.
I pushed into her harder than I knew I should. She took it. She took all of it.
“Ahhh!” I yelled as my dick pumped, angrily.
When I was finished I fell back to the bed, to the side of where she laid. “You can stay if you want to, but you can't sleep with me. I can get up and move to another room or you can. It's up to you.”
“I'll stay here,” she said out of breath. “And that's a nice tattoo.”
“What's nice about it?” I said bitterly and left the room.
By the time I awoke, alone in my bed the next morning, she was gone.
The next week was go here. Do this. Be here at this time.
Cory and Micah decided to throw a huge New Year’s Eve party and say their vows in front of their guests instead of having a full-fledged wedding. For that, I was thankful.
Honestly, I knew that Blake was going to be there and even though I'd pledged not to talk to her or communicate with her, until she'd ended things properly with her husband, I couldn't wait to see her.
I was aware that Grant was coming with her on this trip. I didn't like it, but I was curious to watch them together. I wanted to see first-hand. I wanted to see them with each other. Were they flirty? Or were they merely casual and friendly? I needed to know.
It was Friday and my stepmother had arranged a rehearsal dinner of sorts at the golf club my dad belonged to. I showed up a little late, but I showed up. At some point in the afternoon, I'd lost my balls and considered calling in sick to my brother's wedding.
That simply wasn't an option.
So I took a shower and cleaned up as best I could. If I couldn't have her, I'd do my best to make her see what she was missing. It was cruel, but I didn't give a shit.
I was past giving a shit.
I wanted my girl.
I wanted my honeybee.
The banquet hall was full when I walked in. Music played, although I didn’t know what f*cking kind it was. It sounded like standards, but then as I waited on my first drink I thought I heard the singer croon, “How do you want it?” wasn't that a TuPac song? I'd have to ask Cory about the music later.