The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(69)

“Yeah, Cassie. Fuck me.” She looks back at me, her eyes glazed, and my cock throbs at the look. I’m not sure how long I have, how long I can hold out before I need to come in this woman. “Lean forward,” I demand. I could use a thumb, could have her falling in moments, but I want it to be her. I want her to do it for herself.

“What?”

“Lean forward. Trust me.” Those words—mean so much more than just in this moment, but baby steps. Looking at me, there is a moment of hesitation before she does it, bracing a hand on either side of my head.

“Oh,” she says, a surprised noise before another soft moan.

“Yeah, baby. Grind. Grind your clit on me and make yourself come. Use me, Cassie.” God, she’s so fucking hot, so perfect. I wish she could see herself now, the fucking beauty. She does as I ask, grinding her clit to my pelvis, and her cunt clamps on me. “That’s it, baby. Come all over me,” I say before moving a hand and smacking her ass. Once more, her pussy constricts me, the vice grip taking me closer. I do it again, eliciting a moan and another squeeze of her around me.

I’m close—too close. I need her to come. Moving my hand, I lick my middle finger, watching her with her eyes screwed up, mewling and whimpering.

“I’m so close, Luke,” she says, and it’s a plea like she’s begging me to help her.

So I do.

That wet finger presses into her asshole, going to the second knuckle, and instantly her body starts to quake, the vice grip of her pussy sucking me in, keeping me in place, and she screams my name, coming around me. A few more grinds as she comes, and I’m following her over the edge, blissfully unaware nothing has changed.





Thirty-One





-Luke-





I’m lying on the piles of clothes on the small area rug in Cassie’s office, half shocked this has happened but overwhelmingly pleased that slowly, my girl is becoming more and more confident, less uptight.

The moment is quiet with her body on my chest, my body shielding her from the floor as I play with her long dark hair, the chestnut strands sifting through my fingers to take in the different colors. My sister could make an entire color palette just from her hair—browns and golds and reds all mixing to create something so Cassie. Her breathing is slow and steady, and her own fingers draw shapes on my skin, eyes far away.

It’s peaceful and perfect. How every moment with her should be, could be. Will be.

And then I go and fucking ruin it.

“I told you we’re good together. Too good to just end things.” Her body freezes on top of mine, and I hold my breath, knowing without a doubt I made some kind of fatal error, some sort of flaw I can’t undo, can’t unsay.

When her head picks up from my chest, her eyes dead and hollow and so far away despite her warm skin being on mine, I know. I know what she’s going to say is going to gut me.

“You need to go on a date.” I’m speechless, staring at her after what we just shared, knowing she’s it, she’s mine. “You need to go out with Maya.”

“Are you… are you kidding me?”

“It’s what you need to do, Luke.” She rolls off me, refusing to meet my eyes, and stands, looking to find her bra and panties.

“The fuck I do, Cass.”

“You… you deserve more. More than I can give you.”

“What the fuck do you know about what I want?”

“My job is to know what you want,” she says, stepping into her panties.

“Then you’re shit at your job. You have no fucking idea what I want. I want you, Cassie. You. That’s it. Told you before, I’ll tell you again. You are mine.”

“You want someone who is going to trust you. Someone who will share your life. Someone with a family you can make your own. Someone your sisters can talk about teething and tee ball with. Someone who won’t worry anytime you’re out of town or when you don’t text back. Someone who can handle having a man and building a life with him without panic.” She lifts the dress over her head, and each word breaks something inside of me. Not something for me, but something for her. That she sees herself as this broken person, this unfixable being who doesn’t deserve the good in the world. All because her asshole father is scum and her mother pushed all of her own issues onto Cassie. “I am not that. I’m not looking for a relationship, much less forever.”

And as much as her words are breaking me, as much as I want to reassure her, my damn pride… I start to pull up my pants. “So what, that’s it? You use me for a few quick fucks and a date to a wedding and we’re done?”

“We had a deal, Luke.” Her voice wavers.

“No. You had a deal. I always knew we were more. I fuckin’ told you, time and time again.”

“And every time I told you to end this or rework your expectations.” I pull a shirt on, looking for my socks as she checks herself in a small mirror, trying to play it cool, like she doesn’t care about what’s happening.

“So what, you’re just going to whore me out? You’re just going to send me off to other women now that you’re done with me? Now that I’ve served my purpose?”

“You’re not being fair, Luke. That’s not—”