I Won't Give Up on You (21 page)

Caston walks up behind me, placing a hand on mine. “Bre, not now. Let’s calm down.”

Just then a head pop up from the covers. My mouth falls open. “Jake.”

Just as I was about to apologize for walking into the wrong room Beth’s head slowly makes its way to the surface.

I’m momentarily speechless as I stare at the two of them in bed together.

Caston pulls me back toward him. “Let’s leave them alone,” he whispers in my ear. His words bring back why I’m here.

“No.” I twist out of his hold. “No, Caston. I’m tired of people fucking with me.”

Beth sits up straighter. Thankfully holding on to the sheet. “Bre, what’s wrong?”

“No. You don’t get to ask me questions. I’m asking the questions.” I point to myself to try to make my point.

“Okay,” she says quietly, trying to look past me at Caston.

“Why are you fucking around with Mark?” I yell at her.

“What?” she says in stunned disbelief, like she heard me wrong.

“You fucking heard me, Beth. What are you doing fucking around with Mark? After all we’ve been through, what I’ve been through?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her brow is crinkled in confusion.

“Cut the crap, Beth. Broc emailed me and told me he saw Mark coming out of your apartment. Explain that to me, Beth. Explain why Mark was coming out of your fucking apartment if you’re not fucking around with him.”

Her head is shaking violently, and I see tears welling up in her eyes. “Bre, you have to believe me.”

I get closer to her. “How could you?”

“I never, I could never.” The tears started to fall and her voice was a whisper.

“Beth, Broc said he saw him.”

I see Jake move a little and reach for something on the side of the bed. He comes back up with a white shirt and hands it over to Beth.

“Thank you,” she says through her tears. He tenderly strokes her hair before placing a hand on her back.

“Bre, you have to believe me. I would never have anything to do with that asshole. Ever! He should be behind bars. Right now I’m not sure what I’m more worried about the fact that Broc was stalking me, the fact that Mark was coming out of my apartment, or the fact that you don’t fucking believe me?”

She scrambles out of the bed, dragging me into the attached bathroom for privacy. Her hands grasp my forearms. “Bre, you have to believe me.”

We’re both in tears now. She shakes me a little. “Tell me you believe me. Damn, Bre, I’ve been through so much with you because of Mark. Do you really think I’d be with him?”

Pulling her into a hug, I sob into her shoulder. “Beth, what does he want? Why can’t I just be rid of him? If you aren’t seeing him, why was he coming out of your house?”

We pull apart, and Beth looks at me with worry in her eyes. “I don’t know.”

When we come out of the bathroom Caston and Jake are talking quietly. They look like they are arguing, but once we appear, they part. Caston walks out of the room looking upset.

“Beth, I need to make a few calls. Will you be okay for a minute?” Jake asks Beth.

She bites her lip. “Yes,” she whispers.

I move out of Beth’s hold and sit on the edge of her bed. She sits next to me, and we both watch him walk out of the room. Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it.

“I’m sorry, Beth. I don’t know what came over me. I felt so betrayed and the way my life has been taking twists and turns, I didn’t know what to believe.”

She puts her arm around my shoulder and pulls my head down to rest on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Bre. I understand, but you have to believe me. I’d rather die than to get involved with him.”

We sit for a few minutes in silence. “Bre, I’m scared. Why was he in my apartment?”

I sit up and look at her. “I don’t know, but Caston and Jake will find out.”

She nods, and our attention is drawn to the doorway. Jake has reappeared. I feel Beth shudder at the sight of him.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Beth, I can’t apologize enough, I’m so sorry.”

I leave her side and make my way to the doorway. I stop a few inches from Jake. “You screw her over and I’ll kill you.”

“I’d never.” He responds to me, but never takes his eyes off of her.

I walk past him to find Caston leaning on the wall, his foot propped up, and his arms crossed over his bare chest. He looks so god damn sexy standing there in his shorts. His messy, just fucked hair and sparkling blue eyes make me lick my lips. I want him.

“Bre, you could have waited until I told you everything. I knew Beth wasn’t involved with him.” His tone is almost a warning.

Rushing up into his arms, I press my body to his. “I’m sorry. I feel like a fool.” He accepts me into his embrace, and my heart skips a beat.

I look up to meet his eyes. A deep rumble sounds in his throat as I’m swept up into his arms and cradled to his chest. I snuggle into him as he descends the stairs and heads back to our room.

Sliding my hands through his hair, I grip it and tug. Once we make it back into our room, he slams the door shut with his foot. Walking over to the bed, he throws me down with a wicked smirk on his face. His hands undo his shorts, and as he shoves them down, his cock springs out. I suck in a breath at the sight of him. I’m not sure I will ever tire of looking at this magnificent man in front of me.

Feeling overdressed, I pull my shirt over my head, leaving only my panties. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Caston growls.

I clench my legs to try to relieve the ache. Grabbing my feet Caston slides me down to the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me.

“I can smell you, Bre. You’re wet for me already, aren’t you?”

My hands are on my breasts, kneading them and tugging at my nipples. His head lowers between my thighs, and he bites my pussy through the cotton fabric. My head flies back to the mattress. His mouth isn’t even on my skin, and I’m already about to come.

“Fuck, Caston.” My hands grasp his hair again.

His strong hands make their way up my legs, and his fingers hook my panties. He swiftly pulls them down without even missing a beat on my pussy. Feeling his mouth pressed to my hot flesh sends me spiraling into bliss.

His mouth leaves my wet lips and makes his way up my body, trailing light kisses along the way.

“Caston.” It’s a breathless plea, for what I’m not exactly sure, but I know he will take care of me.

He comes to my nipple, and his tongue darts out and traces a circle around my peak. When his teeth nip at it, I let out a small cry.

Just when I feel as though I can’t take anymore, he slides into me. Just an inch to begin. He knows it will drive me crazy with want.

“Do you want me, Bre?” His eyes look down on me with a heat that makes me feel so alive.

“You know I do.”

“Tell me.”

“Caston, please. I need you. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you fuck me hard. Fuck me like it might be the last time.”

Just as I finish speaking, he shoves himself into me completely. His body meets mine, and I scream out his name as he pounds into me harder than he ever has before. It’s exactly what I needed. We are one. It feels special. Different. I can’t place what the difference is, but we’re one. There’s no telling where he ends and I begin. I’m about to lose myself again.

“Fuck, Bre. You’re so fucking hot. So wet for me.”

“I’m coming, Caston.” My body shudders, and I lose myself to him. I pull him down to me, needing him close. As my lips crash to his, I feel him find his own release deep inside me. My belly flutters accepting all he has to give. I can’t get enough.

We lay in each other’s arms for a while, not wanting to lose contact. My fingers slide up and down his spine mindlessly. Right now it’s just us.

“Caston?”

I hate breaking this peaceful moment, but I need to know.

“Yes, baby.”

“Is everything going to be okay?”

His shoulders flex and he tenses. Lifting his head to look into my eyes he says, “I’m not sure.” Letting his finger trace down my cheek he continues, “I’m not sure, and that scares the fucking shit out of me.”

Kaitlyn’s time in town is up, and I’m actually sad to see her go. She was a good lay that gave me a run for my money, dare I say I was falling harder for her than I thought possible. I was able to keep my side job a secret from her, and I hope once I’m done with it we might be together again.

It’s been a week since I’ve seen any action worth mentioning with Caston or Sabrina. I know the wedding is coming up, so it’s been ridiculous flower, cake, dress fitting meetings. Shoot me in the head. I’m never getting married.

I open my phone and see a text from Broc. Weird, it’s been months. Just as I’m about to open it my phone lights up. I see that it’s a restricted call.

“Hello?”

“Mark. I’m being released in a few hours.”

I’m already on my feet, reaching for my keys. “I’m on my way.”

“Mark?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That bitch whore better not be there.”

I’m momentarily caught off guard. Composing myself, I whisper, “No, ma’am, she’s not.”

The phone hangs up and a cool shiver goes through my body. Is it excitement that I get to be with Mistress again, or is it something else?

I reach the jail in plenty of time, so I wait in the car for a little while. Remembering the text, I pull out my phone and read it.

Hoping to put our past behind us. Number is still the same. -Broc

Odd. Why now?

I don’t really have time to think about it before I see my Mistress strolling toward my Charger. Even after being in jail, she’s looking better than ever.

Getting out, I walk to her side of the car. I smirk as I look up and down her legs. Opening the door when she’s close, I acknowledge her. “Mistress.”

She smiles wickedly and leans in to kiss my cheek. “Mark.”

Kiss and a nip. She slides gracefully into the car.

When I get behind the wheel, she immediately starts questioning me. “What news do you have for me? Now that I’m out, for good, I want to get this finished. I knew they’d have nothing to stand on once they found out that the bullet in Sabrina didn’t come from my gun.”

She smiles wickedly over at me. I remember when we came up with the plan to have me shoot her instead of Beverly. It was genius really. They would do surgery, analyze the bullet. Beverly was going to plead not guilty, saying she was only holding her gun up out of self-defense. Getting charged at by Sabrina, Terrance, and Caston scared her. Thinking of her being scared makes me laugh.

“They still have me on that fucked up restraining order. You’ll have to continue on as planned, since I can’t go near them without sending the red flags up.”

I nod.

Her evil smile lighting up her face in a way that used to thrill me, but I now find slightly—
disturbing?
“Our judicial system is so fucked up.”

My mind drifts off. I know that all too well. That’s how that asshole got free before he killed my mom.

Sitting in history class I feel my cellphone go off. Brother Ed has been going on about the Civil War for almost an hour. Waiting for him to turn around I reach into my pocket just as it goes off again. It’s my home number.

Fuck! Glancing at the clock I see there is only two minutes of class left. Surely it can wait two minutes. Those were the longest minutes of my life. Time seemed to stand still. I’ve never moved as fast as I did when the bell went off.

Pushing my way through the hall, I tried to make it seem like I was being a jerk and not scared out of my mind for my mom. Clasping hands with some friends on the way to the restroom and a few kisses on the cheerleaders’ cheeks makes everything seem A-Okay.

I finally make it to the restroom and lock the door. After checking to make sure it’s empty, I dial my home number. I tap my foot quickly and slide my finger under my collar of my polo. Fucking uniforms are so stiff. Three rings and no answer. Five. Ten. Then the phone connects, but there’s nothing but the sound of air.

I clutch the phone, calling out, “Mom?”

Nothing. No sound.

“Mom, are you okay?”