Chapter 5

"One more," I say. "You can do it."

Her face is red and pinched, and her arms are shaking, but Cassie raises the bar, finishing off her set of ten on the bench press. I take the bar from her and set it down on the rack.

"Nice work, Cassie."

She sits up, panting like she just ran a mile, a shaky smile on her lips as sweat pours down her body in sheets. With her long, red locks tied back into a ponytail, Cassie is wearing nothing but black shorts and a pink sports bra that's filled out nicely by her full, round breasts. Her face is pink and flushed, and she looks absolutely stunning to me. She's so goddamn sexy, it's been hard to concentrate on the actual workout.

"I don't know what I was thinking when I asked to work out with you," she says.

"You did great," I tell her.

"My entire body feels like jelly."

"That might be a problem since you have to carry trays of drinks tonight. It's your first night, and I'm not going to cut you any slack."

She gives me a smile. "I'll manage. Promise."

I laugh softly. "I know you will."

Giving her a break, I slip on a pair of padded, fingerless MMA-style gloves as I walk over to the body bag and start stretching out my arms and warming up with a combination of light punches. Cassie walks over and watches me, curiosity on her face.

"You ever thrown a punch?" I ask as I dot the bag with a left-right-left combination.

She shakes her head. "Never. I kind of think maybe I might not be so scared of the dark if I knew how to fight."

"Want to learn?"

Her bright green eyes light up, and the smile on her face makes me weak in the knees. I put my hands on the bag to stop it from moving and gesture to the metal locker standing in the corner.

"Grab a pair of gloves out of the locker," I say. "They might be a bit big on you, but they'll do for now. We can get you a proper pair later."

I watch as she bounces over to the locker and opens it. My eyes take in every soft, square inch of her body, my balls tightening as desire flows through me like magma. I give my head a small shake, silently telling myself to get my head out of her pants and to focus. Easier said than done. But she wants to take control of her life and her fears by learning how to fight. I respect that. So, I force myself to stop thinking with my dick and focus on the task at hand.

"Okay, square up to the bag, and let me see how you throw a punch," I say.

She stands in front of the bag, and I see right away that we've got our work cut out for us. Before she can throw a punch, I strip off my gloves, toss them aside, and step forward. Taking her hands in mine, I open them up and fold them into a proper fist.

"First thing, don't tuck your thumbs in like that," I tell her. "You throw a punch the way you were about to, you're going to break your thumb."

"That sounds like it would hurt."

"It does. So, don't do that."

"Got it," she says brightly. "Okay, what's next?"

"We need to correct your form."

"Correct away."

I put my hands on her bare shoulders, the skin-to-skin contact making my head spin. I lean forward and breathe in her scent as the river of lust already flowing through me grows even wider. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to push it aside and focus on what I'm doing. When I open my eyes, I find myself staring into her wide, green eyes. Her full lips are parted and the desire painted upon her face matches what's filling me.

Before I can stop myself, I lean down and press my mouth to hers. Her tongue, velvety soft and wet, swirls around mine, sending fire through my veins. Everything in me is screaming at me to stop, telling me that I can't do this. Not after what this girl has just gone through. The voice of reason in my head is telling me I shouldn't be taking advantage of this girl like this. But when I try to pull away, she clings to me, pressing her body into mine as she kisses me harder.

Cassie's fingers dig into my shoulders, and she presses her mouth to mine ferociously, her tongue lashing mine. The voice in the back of my head telling me to stop is suddenly drowned out by a powerful roar of passion. I pull Cassie to me, relishing the softness of her full, round breasts pressed to my chest. My hands slide up and down her body as I savor the softness of her skin. A low growl passes my lips as Cassie grinds herself against my stiffening cock, and I know at that point, there's no going back. I need her. I'm going to have this girl.

I slide my hands down to her hips then around to her round little ass. I squeeze it and pull her to me tighter, groaning as she writhes against my cock. Grabbing hold of her ponytail, she gasps as I pull her head back and plant a line of kisses along her jaw. Cassie melts into me, her breath coming out in whispered gasps as I nip at the base of her neck.

With my hands on her hips, I gently walk her backward until she bumps into the weight bench. I push her down into a sitting position and fall to my knees in front of her. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are trembling as I lean forward and push her sports bra up, letting her firm, round tits spill out. Cupping one with my hand, she shudders as I run my thumb across her stiff nipple. She moans softly when I take the other into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue.

"Oh, my God," she whispers. "Yes, baby."

My fingers knead the flesh of her tits as I tease her hard, sensitive nipples with my mouth. Her hands are in my hair, pulling on it as she pushes my face harder into her chest. At the same time, I slip my hand down between her thighs and trail my fingers up, gently running them across the cleft between her legs. She trembles as I grip the waistband of her shorts and raises her hips as I pull them down. I quickly slip them off her legs and toss them aside.

Cassie leans back, bracing herself on one arm as I part her legs and lean down, the thin landing strip of hair just above her opening tickles the tip of my nose. Her opening glistens in the morning light, beckoning me forward as I breathe in and savor her womanly scent. She's looking down at me with a mixture of fear and lust shining brightly in her eyes as I run the tip of my tongue along her slick, swollen lips. She shudders and a quavering gasp bursts from her mouth.

And when I part her velvety folds with my tongue, sliding it along her wet inner walls, Cassie cries out and grips my hair, yanking on it so hard, it's almost painful. But that sharp hit of pain only heightens my desire. I slide my tongue along the length of her slit, savoring her sweet nectar then stop and take her clit into my mouth, sucking on it. I slide my hands around and grab hold of her ass, holding her in place as I flick her clit with my tongue, making Cassie writhe wildly on the weight bench, her breath coming bursting from her mouth in stuttering gasps.

I lick and suck on her pussy with fervor, and as I do, her entire body grows taut. The tone of her whimpering changes, growing deeper and huskier. And when I feel the trembling that starts low inside of her, I know she's about to come. A moment later, Cassie's fingers dig into my scalp and pull at my hair as she cries out, calling my name. I keep licking her, relishing the taste of her pussy as she comes for me. She bucks and thrashes on the bench, almost toppling off. But I hold her in place, keeping her upright and from falling.

Slowly, her orgasm begins to subside and breath bursts from her mouth as if she'd been holding it in. She pants like she's just run a mile and tremors continue to shake her body. She looks down at me with a lopsided smile that makes her look absolutely adorable.

"That was amazing," she says softly.

"You taste amazing."

Her grin turns sultry and wicked. "It's my turn."

My cock twitches as I anticipate having her mouth on me. I've been fantasizing about having her looking up at me with those wide, sparkling eyes as she sucks me off. Before that happens, though, I hear a sound that freezes me in place—Zane's voice.

"Hey, old man, you here?" he calls out. "You in the back working out?"

"Oh shit," I say, my eyes widening. "It's my son. Quick, put your shorts on."

After telling him I didn't need a woman in my life because I've got my bar, the last thing I want Zane to walk in on is me fucking a girl literally half my age. It's not that I'm ashamed of anything I'm doing with Cassie. It's just an awkward conversation I'd rather not have with my son. And besides, no kid ever wants to see their parents getting down. And no parent ever wants their kid to see them getting down either.

By the time Zane steps out into the courtyard, dressed like he is there for a workout himself, Cassie has her shorts on and her sports bra pulled down, but her hair is mussed, and she has that I just had sex flush to her cheeks. Zane's not stupid and I'm sure he's going to know exactly what was happening. But then I see her eyes grow wide as her mouth falls open, and the blood drains from her face. She looks like she's just seen a ghost. When I turn to Zane, I see his expression mirrors hers almost exactly.

"Zane," I stammer. "I didn't know you were stopping by."

"What the fuck is this?" he demands, his expression of shock quickly morphing into one of pure rage.

"Zane, take it easy," I say. "It's just a bit of bad timing. It's nothing?—"

"Nothing? Nothing?" he shouts. "You fucking my girlfriend is nothing?"

The blood drains from my own face this time as I stare at him. His eyes narrow and he clenches his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"This is Cassie," he spits. "This is my girlfriend, Dad."

I turn to Cassie and her expression hasn't changed a bit. If anything, the expression of horror on her face has only deepened. Her eyes shimmer with tears that spill from the corners of her eyes and race down her face. I turn back to my son, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Your girlfriend?" I ask.

"Yeah," he growls. "That girl you're fucking is my girlfriend."