9. Cassian

Iwake up with a smile on my face, remembering everything that happened last night. God, being with Blakely, finally feeling her silky heat, joining with her completely… Fuck, it was everything.

I roll over to see if she's ready for round two, but she's not in bed.

What the hell?

I shoot up out of bed, hoping my girl didn't step out on me. My mind flashes to Huxley and his girl, Jordan. She left him the morning after and stepped right into a shitstorm. Thankfully, the two are back together now, but that does little to ease the panic and pressure building up in my chest.

Then I hear the shower running and I get all sorts of dirty ideas. Ones that I plan on pursuing very soon.

I'm still completely naked from the night before, so I walk into the bathroom and marvel at the silhouette of Blakely through the shower curtain. She's so beautiful it hurts to look at her sometimes. Just thinking about the life she had before I found her, the way she was discarded, abused, neglected, and worse… I vow to make up for every bad thing that's ever happened to her. My girl will only know happiness and safety from now on.

Pulling the shower curtain back, I'm greeted with the most perfect sight in the world. My Blakely, dripping wet, with a sexy as fuck little grin on her face. I step in and slide my hands all over her body, memorizing every dip and curve before pulling her in for a kiss. God, I missed the taste of her mouth and it's barely been eight hours.

"I was wondering when you'd join me," she purrs.

I groan into the side of her neck as I suck and nibble her skin, just the way she likes. She trembles as my mouth works up and down the slender column. Her hand slides down my abs and grips my cock, already hard for her.

"Fuck me," I grunt as I buck my hips into her hand. She works me over, sliding up and down.

"Yeah, that's the idea," she whispers.

I growl and kiss my way down to her perky, perfect tits, nibbling on one breast and then the other. Blakely sucks in a breath and gives me a soft moan, one that spurs me on as I continue to lick her nipple and scrape my teeth over the hard little peak.

I slide a finger up her slit and circle her clit. Blakely's knees shake and I hold her up, chuckling into her skin.

"Love how responsive you are, baby. Are you ready for me?"

"Y-yes, pl-please…oh!" She cries out as I dip a finger into her entrance, still so tight for me.

"You're not too sore?"

"No, ah… I'm ready, oh god, oh my god," her voice cracks as I continue to finger her slowly, building her up and then backing down when she's close to the edge.

Her hand has stopped stroking my dick, she"s so caught up in what I"m doing to her. It"s probably for the best because I could come just from watching her writhe and melt in my hands, and I want this to last longer.

Blakely grips my biceps and rests her head on my chest, trembling and gasping for air. I love seeing her like this, so lost in lust, in pleasure.

I withdraw my hand and she whines in protest, giving me the cutest little angry face. I can't help but kiss her as I guide her back to the wall. My hands slide down her curvy frame and grip her ass, lifting her up and pinning her to the wall. Her legs automatically go around me, her arms looping around my neck.

Blakely moans so perfectly for me when she feels my cock rub up and down her slit, the head hitting her clit every time.

"Please, Cassian, I can't take any more, just please…"

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want." I thrust harder, faster, growling when I feel her pussy lips trying to suck me in. "Tell me what this greedy little cunt needs."

She gets impossibly wetter, her pussy releasing more of her sweet juices as I talk dirty to her. I love that my girl gets off on my filthy words.

"I need… Please… Oh god, fuck me, Cassian, fuck me so hard…"

I don't waste another second; her words almost make me come on the spot. I find her entrance and shove my dick inside, hitting her deep and making us both cry out.

"Shit, Blakely, so goddamn tight." I still inside of her, relishing the way her pussy squeezes me and pulses around my hard shaft. "Such a good girl, telling me what you need. Fuck."

I groan when her thighs tighten around me, loving the way she responds to my praise.

"You're so big, god, you feel so good." Blakely wriggles in my hands, her body letting me know she's ready for more.

Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back inside, my dick not wanting to be away from his new home any longer than necessary.

"Cassian! Yes, oh god…"

Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as she pulls me down for a heated kiss. Blakely bites my bottom lip as I thrust into her, fucking her good and hard like she asked. I grind my cock deep inside of her sweet cunt before pulling out and thrusting back in.

She sucks my tongue inside of her mouth and moans around me, jerking her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My hands grip her ass tightly, helping her slide up and down my cock.

"Cassian, you're so deep like this. So good…"

I grunt in response, unable to say anything else. I'm so lost inside of her, words fail me. My spine tingles, my balls draw up tight, and I need her to get there with me.

As if sensing my impending orgasm, Blakely starts shaking, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, begging me to fuck her harder. Our bodies are in perfect sync as I piston in and out. She cries out, a desperate, aching sound escaping her throat. Or maybe that's me, I can't tell anymore.

We're both grunting, fucking, kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We're coming together, screaming together, tensing and releasing together. It's intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.

My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside of her. Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Blakely's pussy. It makes me leak more cum inside of her, knowing I filled her up to the brim. Some part of my brain takes note that we haven't used a condom once, but I can't seem to give a fuck.

Leaning up against the shower wall, I hug Blakely into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body completely limp and sated.

"You ok, baby?"

She nods. "So good." It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.

"Me too," I say softly.

We sit like that till the water runs cold, and then I help her out of the shower and dry us off.

Back in the room, Blakely starts digging through the dresser to find some clothes, but I loop my arms around her waist, her back to my front. She giggles and leans into me.

"You're perfect, baby girl," I tell her as I kiss her temple.

"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself," she teases.

I spin her around and cup her face, drawing her in for a deep and passionate kiss. When we break apart, I rest my forehead on hers and breathe her in. "Come with me," I murmur, taking her hand and leading her over to the bed.

She looks up at me, questions in her eyes. I pull back the covers and crawl into bed, resting my back against the headboard and opening up my arms in invitation. Blakely joins me, curling up against my side as I cover us with the blankets and hold her close.

"I have to ask," I start before taking a deep breath and trying again. This is going to be a hard conversation to have, but we need to have it. "What happened that sent you running off into the wilderness? How did you end up camped out at a construction site?"

Blakely stills, her muscles growing rigid as she decides how to answer. Finally, she takes a breath and surrenders her weight to me, melting against my side while I try to infuse some of my strength into her.

"I already told you I never knew my parents," she whispers. "I honestly don't remember a lot of my early childhood, but I think that's for the best. Some of my first memories are around seven. I had my first real birthday party with a cake and everything. My aunt and uncle never gave me things like that. I guess that's probably why I ate way too much and got sick to my stomach. I threw up all over the kitchen table." She pauses, then lets out the breath she was holding. "That was the first time my uncle hit me."

"Baby, no," I murmur, bundling her up impossibly closer to me. I want to cover her, shield her from every bad thing. For now, however, all I need to do is listen.

"He always had a violent streak. For a while, Uncle Terry was a professional boxer. That helped get some of his rage out. Until he started taking steroids and got banned from the competitive circuits, that is. All that anger had to go somewhere."

She shrugs as if that's just the way life is. It kills me that she just accepts this as part of life. I suppose in her experience, it is.

"Mostly, he directed the violence toward my aunt. After a few years though, she started fighting back. I guess Uncle Terry needed an easier target. Since then, it felt like it was both of them against me. I know they didn't ask for a kid, and that my mom forced them to take me in, but I don't think…" Blakely exhales and then takes a deep breath, and I can tell whatever she's going to say next has never been spoken out loud before. "I don't think I deserved that treatment. It wasn't my fault for being born. It wasn't my fault that my mom abandoned me. It wasn't… it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault," she repeats again, softer this time, almost like she's whispering it to herself.

"That's right, sweetheart," I encourage. "It wasn't your fault."

She nods and sniffles, the first tear falling down her creamy, porcelain cheeks. I hold her through it all, whispering words of comfort. "I've got you," tell her, kissing her temple and forehead as I rock my girl back and forth.

Blakely straightens up after a while, readjusting and then snuggling back up against me. I comb my fingers through her hair, waiting for her to continue.

"Last week, my aunt and uncle announced that they'd like to have a clean slate with me. I'm almost twenty-one, and I really thought they were starting to see me as an adult. They told me they rented a cabin out here in the Smoky Mountains for a little vacation. I wanted to believe they had changed so badly, I was blind to the trap they were setting."

Christ. Twenty-one? I knew my girl was younger than me, but thirteen years younger? No matter. My resolve to protect and cherish her is more solidified than ever.

"Uncle Terry was drinking less, and my aunt hadn't been as cruel in the last few weeks. Somewhere deep down, I knew it was too good to be true. But what choice did I have?"

"Hey," I whisper in a soothing tone. "You don't have to justify anything or get defensive," I remind her. "I believe you. I know you did the best you could at the time."

Blakely relaxes a bit, nodding against my chest. "We arrived at the cabin and had a great dinner. My aunt didn't even comment about my weight or yell at me when I asked for seconds. It was such a different side of her, which should have been the first clue something was wrong. Sure enough, an hour later, there was a knock at the door."

I furrow my brow, not expecting that turn in the story.

"My uncle answered it, shaking the hand of the older man standing in the doorway. As soon as the stranger's eyes locked onto mine, a pit opened up in my stomach, threatening to swallow me whole. I'll never forget the way he stalked toward me, the predatory look in his gaze making my throat close up in panic. I vaguely remember through the haze, my uncle informing me that this was my new role in the family. I didn't understand at first, but then the bigger picture materialized. He and my aunt were…" She pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing. "They were selling me for sex to earn money to get them out of debt."

"Jesus fucking… Blakely, did he touch you? I need to know who I'm killing and who I'm merely maiming. Fuck it, I'm killing everyone," I grunt.

"He didn"t get a chance to do anything. I squeaked out that I had to go pee and then made a mad dash to the bathroom. My aunt pounded on the door, telling me I was being rude and I better be ready to make up for it when I came out. With the door locked from the inside, I quickly heaved the one window in the room open, stepping on the toilet and hoisting myself up and out, landing like a brick on the ground."

"And then you ran," I finish for her, finally understanding where she came from and why she was terrified of her own shadow.

"Straight to you," Blakely adds. I find myself smiling even though my woman just told me the most upsetting, awful tale about her life.

"And now I'm keeping you," I murmur, tucking her head under my chin as I continue to hold my baby and rock her back and forth. I'm so damn glad she survived so I could meet her. For the first time ever, I'm also glad that I survived everything so that I could be here to love and care for my Blakely.

I'm already mentally going through the contacts I've made over the years, trying to think of who can get me more information on Blakely's family. She told me their names, and I know they live in one of the neighboring towns at the base of the mountains. They won't be too hard to track down, especially since her uncle used to be in a professional boxing league. Once we find him, I'll pay him a little visit and give him a taste of his own medicine before calling the cops on his ass.

The moment is interrupted by an obnoxiously loud banging at my front door. Blakely yelps, but I'm right here to soothe her anxiety.

"I'm sure it's one of the guys," I tell her. "Stay right here, I'll be back in a second.

Throwing on a pair of shorts, I make my way to the door right as another round of knocking begins. "Yo, Cass, are you in there?"

Sure enough, it's Huxley. I open the door just enough to peek my head out. "What's up?" I ask, my voice a little rougher than I meant.

"What's up? We haven't seen you in like three days. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I tell my friend.

"That's it? No explanation?"

I shrug. Huxley stares at me, and then his gaze drifts until he"s looking behind my shoulder. The little smirk on his face lets me know exactly what he saw.

"You got a woman in there with you?!" he exclaims.

"Don't make a big deal out of it," I grumble.

"Sure, sure, not a big deal at all," Huxley says, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Fine, I'll leave you alone, but you better come over for dinner tonight. Jordan will be thrilled for another friend, and I know Wilder and Ari will want to meet her as well. I'm really happy for you, man," he tells me, his voice genuine as he gives me a meaningful look.

I nod, unable to contain my smile. We say our goodbyes and I turn back to Blakely, holding out my arms for her. My heart is full to bursting when she runs toward me and launches herself into my embrace. This is everything. I just hope I don't screw it up.