Chapter 11

11

Cole

I don't know why I'm so relieved when Sophie ends up officially married to Lochlan. Maybe it's because I'm still hoping to have Cass as a fuck buddy this summer. God knows I need the distraction.

I sent Amber the first ten thousand yesterday, barely making her one month deadline. The cash was an advance for the contract I said I wouldn't ever take again. It was the only option, though. At least I don't have to fulfill it until I get back to New York in the fall. I could've gotten more money if I agreed to more contracts, but I'd rather take my chances on the cash appearing out of thin air over the next month rather than take more contracts right now.

So yeah, thinking about Cass takes my mind off that shit. Not that we've fucked again since the first night.

The house has been insane with my mom running the wedding preparations the past three weeks. I'm also glad that shit is over now so everything can go back to normal .

Another benefit of Sophie's marriage is that she'll no longer be sharing a wall with Cass on the third floor, making it one less person to worry about catching us together.

That is, if we ever fuck again.

I've told myself that Cass will come begging for more once things calm down. I hope I'm right because seeing the homicidal redhead in her sexy gold dress today nearly had me coming in my pants.

"Hey, Cassie?" I say when I finally catch her standing alone eating what I know is her third slice of cake. Not that I'm judging or anything. She's probably stress eating, feeling jealous that her younger sister got married before her.

Cass swallows her last bite, eyes narrowing at me like I'm the bane of her existence. "Yes, dickhead?"

Yikes. There's some serious venom lacing those two words, even from the black widow.

Still, I'm not the least bit deterred from her perilous web. Staring at her chest, I ask her, "Did the seamstress screw up and make your dress two sizes too small in the chest or did you intend for your tits to be spilling out of the top?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," she huffs. "I gained a few pounds since the fitting. All the cake taste-tasting or whatever."

She is so full of shit. "The fitting was just like two or three weeks ago, right? And you gained about ten pounds all in your tits?"

"Apparently so, asshole. And you're the only one who seems to have a problem with it. Well, you and my father."

"No shit," I snort.

I figure she'll tell me to fuck off or something else as cheerful now. Instead, she says, "I almost had to marry Lochlan."

"What?"

"Right before the ceremony was supposed to start, Sophie froze up and got cold feet."

"Oh, yeah? You would've played bride in her place?"

"Yep. I would have. "

I knew the wedding started a few minutes late since I was sitting out here on the balcony waiting and watching the sunset, but I had no idea that Cass would've married Lochlan today if Sophie had refused.

"Too bad too, because apparently Lochlan has a very talented tongue," Cass adds.

"What are you talking about?" I ask her, growing angrier by the second. "How the hell would you know that?"

"Oh, just that Sophie said he went down on her to convince her to marry him."

"Wow."

Staring off at the Irish prick, Cass bits her bottom lip and says, "I bet he fucks like a god too."

"Are you always this horny or are you extra aroused today, cocktease?" I ask her. Now she takes her attention off the groom to blink at me. "Your hard nipples are trying their best to entice a mouth to come suck on them. Every man and several women up here are getting hypnotized by them." Myself included.

"Then that's their problem. Not mine."

"So, you're not horny?"

"I didn't say that." Now her pale green eyes sweep over my chest, down my stomach to the front of my pants, staring at the fly pointedly. "I'm always horny."

Always? And yet, it's been weeks since we fooled around.

"Does that mean you've replaced your guards?" I ask with my jaw clenched tight.

Her darkening gaze lifts to mine. "Not yet."

Of course, I was already fairly confident that she hadn't since I still stay up most nights past midnight watching for visitors on the third floor.

"I did dance with a few potentials last night at the club."

"You went to a club last night?"

"Yep."

"Does Dante know?" I ask .

"Of course, he does. Your mother was my and Sophie's chaperone."

"My mom?" I exclaim, causing several people I don't know to glance at us. "You went clubbing with my mom?"

Giving me a wink, Cass says, "She turned a blind eye when we needed her to."

"Jesus. Did you fuck someone?"

"No, I didn't. But Sophie did."

"Seriously?" I ask in surprise as I find the bride in her ivory gown sulking at the railing. "Who did she fuck?"

"Lochlan."

"Last night?"

"Guess he couldn't wait for his wedding night." Her eyes land on the Irish mobster again and I want to go shove him over the railing.

"Why haven't you snuck into my bed and climbed on my cock yet, Cassie?" I ask her quietly, needing to know what's going on with her. With us.

"Why haven't you broken into my room again to lick my pussy and come in three pumps?" she returns fire.

And fuck me, that's a low blow.

"I remember lasting long enough for you to come screaming on my cock."

Now she stares me down as if she's pissed off. "Are you still jerking off to my videos?"

"Yes," I admit. "But the real thing is so much better than the videos. Admit you loved my tongue and my big cock filling you up. You liked when I shoved it down your throat too, didn't you?"

The woman just fucking walks away without another word, heading to the nearest trash can to throw her empty plate away.

I assume that's a no, that maybe I shouldn't have brought up the pantry blowjob because it pissed her off.

But then she turns around and comes strutting her fine ass back over to me, tits bouncing beautifully and says, "Maybe."

Maybe?

She's too proud to say yes, but I'm certain that's exactly what her "maybe" means.

"You know, our parents are both so busy that neither of them would notice if we disappeared for a few minutes," I inform her.

"Right, because all you really need is a few seconds, right Cole?"

"You know exactly how long I can last, Cassie. So, what do you say? I could remind you how good I am with my tongue."

"Fine," she huffs as if it'll be an awful chore and not more of the best sex of my life. "I'll meet you downstairs in the Rose Bridal Suite."

Hell yes.

"See you there," I agree before I immediately start making my way to the door leading inside and down the stairs.

I glance around to make sure no one is paying attention to me before I slip through, jogging down the steps to find this rose suite place.

I barely have time to even snoop through the few things left behind when the door opens, and Cass comes in. She shuts and locks the door and then she's hiking up her skirt. When I turn to face her, she jumps me, throwing her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I stagger back, shocked at her abruptness, but all for it. Glancing around while she slides her tongue into my mouth, I aim us toward the closest hard surface or soft one. Any surface. Right now, the floor is looking good. But the sofa is even better.

I fall backward onto the cushions and Cass rides me down. She doesn't break our kiss to undo my pants and pull my dick out. Not slowing down to get completely undressed is fine with me.

When she tugs her panties to the side and begins to line my dick up with her wet heat, I pull my lips away from her nipping teeth.

"Whoa. Wait. Condom. Let me grab a condom."

"It's not a problem. Need you inside me now," she says and then she's sinking down on me without further delay .

"Let me…lick it… fuuuck ," I groan since she's soaking wet and tight as hell without my fingers stretching her first.

Lasting for more than three seconds with her bare pussy slamming all the way down on me will be the greatest feat of my life.

God knows Cass hasn't let me live down the last time it happened after barely penetrating her.

And with her riding my dick hard and fast like she's a jockey in a horse race, determined to finish first, it's nearly impossible.

I try to think about ugly toes and hairy backs, even hairy toes to hold off. But her bouncing tits call to me. I reach up with both hands to squeeze them and the woman bats my hands away, then guides them to her ass cheeks which are just as nice.

I nearly come thinking about taking her where that diamond plug was shoved. But I'm big and it would be one hell of a tight fit. So, so tight.

Shit, I'm gonna come, especially with Cass crying out with every downward thrust like it hurts her and feels amazing to take all my dick. She doesn't slow up, so it must be good for her.

Thankfully, Cassie clenches around me in record time too. I'm able to keep my balls from erupting until she's slumping onto my chest.

"Oh God. Oh fuck!" I groan when I finally let go. I come so hard and for so long with her fully seated on my dick that I worry the mess we just made is going to leak down her thighs and get all over my suit pants and her dress.

But Cass is quickly scrambling off me before I recover, looking for tissues to clean herself up. Grabbing a few from a dispenser, she runs them between her legs, then tosses them on my chest.

"Thanks for not busting a nut before me this time," she says. After giving my cheek a patronizing double slap of her palm, she walks out of the room, leaving the door open knowing my wet dick is still hanging out of my pants.

I scramble up on wobbly legs, using the same tissues as Cass to clean up, then tuck my dick away .

That woman is going to be the death of me.

Quite literally if Dante finds out I'm fucking his daughter, or if my mother finds out I went bareback.

Cass must be on the pill. She wouldn't have forgone protection if not, right?

Which is not all that surprising since she's been so…promiscuous with the guards.

For once, I'm thankful for those bastards because it means even more pleasure for me when I get to bury inside of her slickness.

All I know is that she better not have fucked those assholes bare.