Bait (Wake, #1)(63)

So be it.

“You want me to f*ck you like this, don't you? You've been begging for it all weekend.” I had to admit, the fact that she was responding to this made me feel powerful and mighty. Like I actually called the shots for a second.

“Say it. Tell me to f*ck you, Blake,” I growled as I pressed myself hard into the back of her. Her thong-parted ass cheeks felt like they were ten degrees hotter than my hand. I was still fully clothed and decided I would remain that way.

I unlatched my belt, one button, and unzipped my fly. I pulled myself free and ran the length of myself down her delicate ass. I slipped my hand from behind between her legs and found her soaked-through panties. When my hand met her *, she whimpered, “Please, Casey.”

I moved the silk aside and pushed two fingers deep inside of her. Her sharp inhale told me she wasn't expecting it. It was thrilling.

“Not what I want to hear.” I moved them in and out and stroked her already clenching core. Then I pulled them from her, leaving her panting and circling her hips in my absence.

“Fuck me,” she said, but it was so quiet that I could have missed it if the room wasn't so still and I wasn't so focused on her body.

“Louder, I don't think you mean it.” I moved in closer to her, pressing her to the wall with my hip and rocked my hips to tease her. My hands found her breasts full and her nipples hard. I squeezed them both at the same time and she bucked.

“Fuck me,” she said, but she was still holding back. My hips began rocking into her, mimicking the motions I so badly wanted to act out. I put my mouth on her neck and sucked, making sure not for too long or in the same place.

“Please, Casey.” Her frustration was evident in her plea. “Fuck me!”

Those were the magic words and she shouted them in earnest.

She panted, “Fuck. Me. Just f*ck me.”

I kicked her legs farther apart with my left foot and clutched one of her ass cheeks while I positioned myself at her opening. Then plunged in.

I didn't wait for her to relish in the sensation too long though. Partly because my dick was about to explode from the scene that was playing out, and also because I needed to f*ck her as bad as she wanted me to. But most of all, I wanted to make my point.

I slammed into her over and over. She came and then came again on a fast loop. She met me with every thrust. Saying my name and screaming, knowing that no one was going to hear her. Her voice filled my head and my world was consumed with her. I didn't let up. I was merciless. Pushing into her that last time, I heaved my cock with punishing force and came harder than knew I was possible. My screams harmonized with hers.

For good measure, I surged forward one last time before I pulled myself out. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill.

“Use this to get back to the hotel.” I slipped it under her hand that was still plastered against the wall. Blake's breathing was labored and I'm sure she was still in that twilight head-space between sex and thereafter.

I kissed her shoulder.

“This is a f*ck and run. Now you know the difference, honeybee.”

I slammed the door when I left.

I fought my instincts and didn't go back to make sure she was okay. I hoped I’d opened her eyes to how she was falsely labeling what we were. I didn't know what the exact term for us was, but I knew f*cking and running wasn't what we'd been doing. And now she would, too.



I met Troy at the bar and told him I was leaving. He decided to stay.

“Blake's still here. But I'm out.”

He shook his head mockingly at me.

“This was her call, Troy. I've got to go. Make sure she gets back to the hotel. Would you?”

“Oh, I'll make sure all right,” he said like a snake, but I knew he wasn't.

“If you weren't my best friend…” I pointed at him, adrenaline coursed wildly through my veins from the lesson—I hoped—I gave the girl who I’d rather be leaving with.

“What? If I weren't your best friend I wouldn't have to watch you do this? I wouldn't see how she's got you so twisted up? Yeah, if I weren't your best friend I'd probably have a fat lip right now. But I am you best friend and I'd rather have the fat lip than feel how you're going to when this all falls apart.” Troy got in my face, chest swelled and eyes dilated.

I didn't want to fight him. I was already in a war with myself.

I turned and left.

I went back to the hotel and changed rooms. I didn't want to see her. I turned off my phone.

I needed space. I needed time to think.

I needed to wrap my head around the one fact that I hadn't let myself think about the whole weekend. The thing that was making this paralyzing pain sharper in my chest.

She was f*cking engaged and she never even mentioned it to me. She was going to marry him.



I left the next morning and went to the airport for no good reason. My flight didn't leave for four more hours. I sat there and watched the planes come and go. My mind was a labyrinth.

If I go this way what will happen? If I do that will it even make a difference?

I wasn't getting anywhere no matter which way I spun it. She was with him and I still wanted her.

I powered up my phone after having it off after the club. I needed to make sure Troy knew I was already there.