Fearless Attraction (Cassie Series) (22 page)

             
"No, that’s okay, I'll call my friend Aubrey or my mom. I need someone to keep me company tonight."

             
We both leave the bathroom and make our way outdoors. I try Aubrey's phone but it goes straight to voicemail. I'm sure she is long gone passed out, she is nine months pregnant, I shouldn't bother her. I look at the time and I really shouldn't bother my mom either. I'm sure I look like hell now too, and I don't want to worry her.

             
Scrolling through my contacts I come across two names that I know will pick me up and keep me company. The question is, which one do I want to call more.

Chapter Sixteen

             
"You need to take a shower, you look and smell like shit, no offense."

             
"Gee, none taken, thanks."

             
He slaps my arm and I flinch. "What, did that hurt?"

             
I look down at my arm and see a large bruise around my arm. When I start to rub it, his eyes zero in on it and grunts out in frustration. "What is that bruise from? That looks like someone put their damn hands on you. I can see finger marks." He pulls the vehicle over just seconds before his place and puts it in park. He reaches over to get a better look at the bruised rings around my arm. It's going to really hurt tomorrow, I can tell.

             
"Shit, it's already swelling. Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill him. Was it-"

             
"No, stop it. It was some drunken idiot who got way too grabby tonight. A bouncer beat his face in and kicked him out. I'll be fine if you stop touching it. It's sore." I pull my arm away and continue rubbing it with my other hand.

             
He slams the back of his head on the seat and rubs his face with his hands. "Fuckkk," he yells out. Not to me, just in general. I watch him, a little nervous seeing him so angry. "Please tell me you at least called the cops or something?" He turns to look at me again.

             
All I can do is stare. He shakes his head, annoyed, but doesn't say anything.

             
He puts the vehicle back in gear and we continue the ride to his place in silence.

             
When we arrive, he tells me to go ahead and take a shower and he'll bring me in some extra clothes of his to put on after. When I enter the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and towel out of the linen closet. I place my hands on the sink and hang my head for a moment, replaying everything happened tonight. I don't know how I could be so reckless. I don't know how I didn't see that coming. I can honestly say that was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me.

             
Knowing that thinking on it that way won't change things, or make me feel better, so I decide to shake it out of my head. I adjust the water temperature until its perfect, then I get in. Seconds later I hear a knock on the door. "All set," I yell out. I'm not sure why he feels the need to knock, he has seen me naked a million times, but I decide that at least he is being chivalrous.

             
I suck in a breath between my teeth as the hot water rushes down on my bruise. I pull on my arm to see the other side, just to see where his fingernails must have dug into me. I hadn't noticed until now, but there are four crescent shaped marks with dry blood on them.

             
The curtain pulls back and I almost fall down from it scaring me. "What are you doing?" I yell.

             
He actually looks embarrassed and it's adorable on him. "Sorry, you sounded like you were really hurt."

             
I raise a brow at him and try not to feel too awkward in the situation. "You could have just asked."

             
He smirks beautifully, then his eyes slowly look me up and down. Surprisingly it doesn't make me uncomfortable, it actually warms me up better than the hot water rushing down. I don't let on though, instead I cup some water in my hand and splash his face.

             
With a laugh, he jumps back and wipes his face. I grab the curtain and close it. "Leave me alone, I'm exhausted and want to get to bed soon."

             
"I bet you do," he says suggestively through the closed curtain. With a small laugh, he leaves the bathroom. I wash quickly, then get out and dry myself off. Once I towel dry my hair and get all the droplets from my body, I reach for the clothing he brought me. A tee-shirt. That is it. Nothing else, no boxer briefs, nothing. Great, just great. That little vindictive ass.

             
Fine, he wants to play that game. I grab the scented lotion I left here, rubbing it up and down my arms, legs and stomach. I braid my hair into two low pig tails, then I brush my teeth using his toothbrush- oops. I throw the tee-shirt on and walk out of the bathroom.

             
When I reach the bedroom, he is lying in bed, watching some TV, acting like I'm not at the door. I pretend he is non-existent as well. I walk over, pull the sheets back and climb in, then I roll over to my side so I'm not facing him. He clears his throat but I don't acknowledge it.

             
"Night, thanks for picking me up." I close my eyes.

             
He nudges me. "Hey, Cassie."

             
"Mm?"

             
There is a slight pause. "Um. Goodnight."

             
"Goodnight."

             
I can feel the bed move, like he is adjusting himself, but he is still watching TV, so I'm sure my plan will work out just fine. After several minutes, the TV goes off. "Cassie, you awake?" I don't answer. He sighs and the bed moves some more before the blanket gets pulled up.

             
I count twenty-five Mississippi’s, then I roll over, propping my knee just barely on top of his leg. He softly pushes it off him and I moan softly. I can feel him tense. "Cassie?" he whispers. "Hey, Cass, you awake?" I completely ignore him. I'm impressed with myself for keeping such a straight face.

             
When I adjust my leg again, more of it goes on top of his. He sighs but doesn't move it. "Mm," I moan softly, then I reach my hand out. He has no shirt on. He did when I got in bed. It's hard to hold my smile back at that. "Ohh," I moan again, this time using my nails to slightly dig at his skin.

             
I can hear a small growl in the back of his throat. I'm driving him wild. I love it. It's his fault. He slowly pulls my hand away, but he brushes his fingers softly over my bruise. It's so endearing, it makes my heart swell. But I'm not in the mood to think about that, I'm just in the mood to torture him for not bringing me anything to slide under the oversized tee-shirt.

             
My shirt pulls up when I move where my hand is, then I turn over, pushing the blankets down just lightly with my leg. I know my butt is hanging out just below the hem of the shirt. I have to press my lips together when I feel his hand caress it softly. If I really were sleeping, I'm not sure if this would be creepy or not. I decide since it's him, it's really not creepy at all.

             
I push my butt into his touch, making it look like my body is stretching. His hand moves to my hip. The touch warms me all over. This just got harder. I'm liking his touch, I wasn't expecting it though. I simply wanted to make him suffer, but now his hand is inching closer to my core and my body is buzzing.

             
He separates my legs slowly and his hand glides down until it lightly rests in the middle. I can feel myself get wetter at the sudden warmth of his skin. One lonely finger runs up and down the seam of my entrance. I'm not sure If I've ever been so teased before, and with the fact I'm trying oh so desperately to not move or make any noise, it just makes the situation all the more intense.

             
That one finger slowly dips inside me but it doesn't go far as the rest of his hand just rests there.

             
Not able to handle it much more, I push my hips up to meet his touch. I can feel his body get closer, then his lips are on my neck. I tilt my head away, giving him better access and he lightly licks it, sending shivers all over. That seems to excite him as his adjusts his hand and ends up shoving his finger deep inside me.

             
The moan that leaves my mouth is not a fake one at all. He pauses a moment, then does it again. My breathing increases the same time his does. He adds a second finger and pushes it inside me, then wiggles them before pulling them out. I gasp at the feeling.

             
His teeth press into my neck gentle as his fingers do it one more time. "Dammit Pierce, I can't handle this. Just fuck me already." It comes rushing out of my mouth without me meaning for it to.

             
He chuckles in my ear before licking at it. "I knew you were faking it. You're not good at pretending."

             
I glare at him. "This was a trick?"

             
Instead of answering, he rolls himself on top of me and in between my legs. He has nothing on either. What the hell? He really did have this planned! My legs bend at the knees and he pushes himself into me. He doesn't even try to go soft with me, he just fucks me hard and it is utterly amazing. The way he pumps into me, the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, it's all telling me that he is claiming me in his own way.

             
As I'm about to come around his cock, he leans down and bites on my bottom lip, pulling back with still between his teeth, then he dives forward, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I pant into his mouth, around his forceful tongue, as my hands dig into his hips. He shudders above me, and soon I can feel him warm me up.

             
He pulls his mouth away from mine, then lightly brushes his lips against mine, before he pulling out of me. He rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, grinning from ear to ear. "You had that planned," I say softly. He turns his head to face me the same time I turn to face him.

             
"Not until I saw you in the shower, then I brought my boxer shorts back in here with me."

             
I smack his leg and pull the blankets up until they're under my chin. He laughs and looks back up to the ceiling.

             
"I'm glad you called me tonight."

             
"I'm glad you came to my rescue."

             
He reaches over and holds my hand. We fall asleep just like that.

             
The following morning he cooks me some breakfast and serves it to me in his bed. It's just an omelet with fried ham, along with a glass of milk. It's simple but it's delicious and extremely thoughtful. He sits on the edge of the bed while eating his own food. I tell him a little about last night, avoiding the part where we almost went to some random guy’s house. I'm thankful we didn't go, something worse definitely could have happened.

             
Pierce brings me to my car after a while, saying he needs to go into the office and go over some paperwork with his brother. I call Amy to talk about last night, and she said she went right to bed when she got to Kevin's and they've had a lazy morning so far. I don't blame her. I'm glad to know she is okay.

             
I decide that I deserve a day of relaxation too. I'm still exhausted from getting only a handful hours of sleep, plus the dramatics of last night. It doesn't help that I nearly squirm in my pants at the thought of Pierce on top of me last night.

             
Laying back on the couch, I easily start drifting off to sleep. My phone ringing jumps me to the point I almost scream. I guess I'm a little more on edge than I had realized.

             
Aubrey's name comes on the ID. I pick it up. "Hey."

             
"It's Mason."

             
Oh. "Oh, hi Mason, what's up? Everything okay?" I can vividly remember the last time I said this.

             
"Yeah, great, um, Aubrey's water just broke. We're headed in. She told me I had to call you."