Chapter 4

Jax

I slam the shed door behind me, the wooden walls barely containing my frustration. I slept on the couch last night. The goddamn couch was supposed to be a temporary solution, a way to keep my distance from her while I figured out how to handle this fucking mess of a situation. But it's not working. The tension is still there, tight as a drum, and every time I think about Cassie, it's like I'm getting kicked in the gut.

I pace back and forth, trying to drown out the images of her, those soft curves and innocent eyes. It's fucking impossible. How she moaned. How damn wet she was for me. The fucking hard-on isn't going away. My hands clench into fists, knuckles white as I try to think of anything else—old war stories, combat training, distant memories, anything to distract myself from the urge. For so long, I was alone—just like I was growing up, with a father who was obsessed with finding his next shady deal, never caring how many times he uprooted our lives. My mother just followed along, doing whatever he wanted, always in the background. Cassie was my escape, my dream, my sanctuary. The only reason I made this life. Now that she's here, I can't bear the thought of being alone again. I want to be by her side every damn day. And fuck, that sweet taste of her—like honey on my tongue—if there were an elixir for my life, it would be her.

Every time I close my eyes, all I see is her, my mind playing back every moment from last night. The way her body moved, the sounds she made—it's enough to drive a man insane. I rake my hands through my hair, frustration boiling over, but it's no use. I can't control it. My cock is straining against my jeans, a constant, painful reminder of what I want but can't have.

The damn couch was never supposed to be a long-term solution. I thought I could keep my distance, make sure she was safe, but all I did was leave her alone. I didn't mean to walk out on her like that, but the last thing I wanted was to scare her. I've been trying to keep my distance, to show restraint, but it's killing me. Because all I want is to fuck her so damn hard. And make her scream my name. But I have to be gentle. I can't rush her or scare off.

Finally, I let out a growl of frustration and sit on the workbench, trying to force my breathing to slow. I switch on all my monitors. There's ten of them. I need to finish a software project. The code might as well be Greek. Because I can't even see straight. I'm trying to keep it together, but it's a fucking battle.

I've got to stay calm, keep my distance. She was still asleep when I left her this morning. A red light blinks on another screen, signalling movement in the house. I need to keep a close watch on her, make sure she's safe. She's in a white dress, one of the short ones, barefoot. Her blonde hair cascades around her shoulders. The thought of pulling on those tresses while she sucks me dry with that sweet mouth—fuck. I want to jerk off till I can't take it anymore, but this dick was made for her pussy, and I'll wait until she's ready. I watch her in the kitchen, moving with almost childlike joy as she gathers ingredients. She bends down to grab an oven tray, and I catch a glimpse of her ass in those white panties. I want to bury my face in that ass, but I turn away quickly, trying to catch my breath.

The scent of apple muffins fills the air, blending with her sweet, tantalizing aroma. It's a siren's call I can't ignore. I get up from the bench, my anger and desire momentarily forgotten. I've got to see her, make sure she's okay, and make up for leaving her alone like that.

I storm out of the shed, every step driven by determination. When I reach the cabin, the door is slightly ajar. I push it open and step inside. There she is, standing by the kitchen counter, her face flushed, and her eyes locked on the muffins she's baking. The sight nearly overwhelms me. Cassie's sweet innocence has me on edge, my thoughts a relentless storm of desire. I find her in the kitchen, a vision in that simple white dress, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. The sight of her, so pure and untouched, drives me wild.

I hear a sniffle and there's a slight tremble in her body. Is she crying? Fuck she's crying. Who made my girl cry. I will kill them with bare hands.

"Cassie, what's wrong? Talk to me. Did something happen?"

Cassie turns to me, her eyes glistening with hurt and confusion. "Why don't you want me?"

The question hits me like a sledgehammer. It's raw, it's real, and it tears through the thick fog of my frustration. I don't give her an answer. Instead, I cross the room in a few strides and scoop her up over my shoulder. She gasps, her body pressing against my back, and I feel the heat of her anger and desire mingling with mine.

I throw Cassie down onto the bed, my hands yanking at the fabric of her white dress, pulling it up to reveal her soft, trembling skin. Her breasts spill out from the dress, perfectly framed and begging for attention. I can't help but groan as I see her nipples, hard and peaked, straining against the thin material. Fucking ready to be sucked by me.

"You want to see how fucking bad I want you, Cassie?" I growl, my voice rough with need. I unfasten my jeans, pulling out my hard throbbing cock and stroking it roughly. "It's because I can't get the thought of you out of my head. Your sweet body, your innocent eyes, and these perfect tits that drive me fucking insane."

Cassie's eyes widen, her breath quickening as she realizes what's happening. I see the sheen of moisture between her legs, a clear sign of her arousal. My need intensifies. I grip her waist, pulling her closer, and push the dress up over her shoulders, exposing her bare, beautiful tits to me.

I kneel between her legs, my gaze fixed on her trembling form. I cup her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Her body arches in response, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Look at you," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "So fucking ready for me. I've been waiting for this moment."

I lower my head, pressing my lips against her left nipple. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, feeling it grow even firmer. Cassie gasps, her hands gripping the sheets as she writhes beneath me. I move to her right nipple, giving it the same attention, my mouth working it with a fervour that makes her shiver.

"Your nipples are so sensitive," I murmur against her skin. "I can't get enough of them. They drive me crazy." My mouth travels from one nipple to the other, each lick and suck drawing more breathless cries from her. I relish in the way her body responds to every touch, every flick of my tongue.

I release her nipple with a pop, my fingers pinching and rolling them roughly. They still wet from my saliva. She looks at me all innocently like what's next. "You needed this, didn't you? You needed me to take you like this, to show you just how much I want you. How much I need you. Call me Daddy, Cassie. I want to hear you say it. Say it while I make you mine."

Her voice is a soft, trembling plea. "Daddy…please…" I untie my belt and strip down my pants and underwear.

"That's right, my girl," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I position myself between her legs. "Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how you want me to claim you, to fill you up completely. You're mine, Cassie. All fucking mine."

I slide my hands up and down her pussy. She moans so fucking loud. I want to suck that pretty smooth pussy and make her scream but right now I need to feel that pussy around my dick.

I press the head of my hard cock against her wet entrance, rubbing it slowly, teasingly. Cassie's moans come out in breathless gasps; her response almost musical to my ears. Her body shudders with each touch, and I can feel her heat intensify.

"Fuck," I groan, unable to resist any longer. Holding her down I slide my cock inside her slowly, savoring the sensation of her soaking wet core. "Oh. Fuck. That is so fucking tight. So fucking perfect." My need pulses through me, but I hold myself still, savoring the way her anger melts into pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"This has been your real problem all along, hasn't it, sweetheart?" I lean down and lick one of her nipples, rolling it between my lips and teasing it with my tongue. "You just needed this."

She nods.

"I needed you, Daddy."

Fuck. I can't hold it," I say thickly against her mouth, my thrusts speeding up, becoming more aggressive. "I've been saving up for weeks to fill this little pussy to the brim."

Cassie's breath catches, her thighs tightening around my hips. "I-I think it's happening again, but d-d-different." She makes a funny sound, her hands flying up to twist in the sheets. "Jax!"

Her face contorts in pleasure as she trembles, her pussy clenching tightly around me.

The pressure builds until I'm thrusting harder, my release coming in waves. I grind down, feeling my cock against her womb, calling her name hoarsely as I come inside her. The relief is intense, making me shudder with pleasure, my balls tight and pulsing as I empty myself into her.

It feels like it goes on forever until I know I've filled her completely. I collapse beside her, panting, pulling her close and holding her gently.

"I'm sorry about before," she whispers against my shoulder. "I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Now you know how much you mean to me. You're mine. Always. And I'll show you every fucking day how much."