Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
It was quick and dirty, but I think it’s what both of us needed.
I pull out of her and help her stand up. Her hair is everywhere. Her makeup is smudged, but she’s smiling with satisfaction. I smooth her hair down, and then I grab her panties and she steps into them. Before I cover her pussy, I pierce her with my finger and then paint her pussy and thighs with my spunk that is trying to escape. “Mine,” I tell her.
She doesn’t complain. As she pulls down her skirt, I look down at my cock, covered in her sweet honey. I pull up my underwear and pants and buckle my belt.
She’s watching me, and the possessiveness I feel for her takes over. “You look like you were just fucked.”
I expect her to admonish me or freak out, but she doesn’t. I lift my shirt and use it to wipe the mascara from her eyes. “You ready?”
She nods, and I can’t resist. I kiss her like my life depends on it, and when her lips are nice and swollen, I grab her hand. “Let’s go.”
Cassie’s face is red as we descend the stairs. Before we get into sight, I bring our hands up, kiss her fingers, and then reluctantly let her hand go.
When we walk into the living room, my dad is looking at me with raised eyebrows. Dick is sitting on the couch looking disgruntled, and Brook bounds out of her seat and comes for Cassie. I hear her whisper, “It’s like that, is it?”
Cassie turns a deeper shade of red, and I puff my chest out. There’s absolutely no shame coming from me.
Brandi walks in and claps her hands together, completely clueless to the climate in the room. “All right, everyone. Dinner’s ready.” She turns to me. “What are you doing here?”
I open my mouth, but Cassie beats me to it. “I invited him to OUR family dinner, Brandi.”
I nod as Brandi grits her teeth. “Well, I’ll grab another place setting.”
We all go into the dining room, and I physically put Cassie into a seat and then sit right next to her. Brook sits across the table. Dad sits in his normal seat, and Dick is left standing at the lone seat without a place setting.
Brandi is all huffy as she comes in, seeing what we all did, but I could give two fucks. If she wants to be hospitable to the guy, that’s on her. No one else will.
As the dishes start to get passed around, there’s an awkward silence that settles around the table. Cassie leans forward. “Brook, did you tell Mom and Ryan about your new job?”
She was so excited about it the other day, but now she’s very melancholy about the whole thing. “Yeah, I got the job.”
Brandi turns her nose up. “At the bar?”
Brook rolls her eyes. “No, actually I’ll be working for Walker as his assistant.”
When Brook mentions Walker, one of the most powerful men in Whiskey Run, she perks up. “The Walker?”
Richard pipes up. “I’m looking for a new job. I wonder if he’s hiring.”
And just like that, awkward silence ensues. I stab at the meat on my plate and take a bite even though I’ve completely lost my appetite. The man sitting across from me disrespected Cassie, and I can’t let him get away with it. “What do you drive, Dick?”
He pulls at his collar. “It’s Richard. And I drive a yellow Trans Am.”
Of course he does. I take another bite of food, chew it slowly, and swallow. “I hope you don’t speed through town.”
“Uh… uh...” he starts to mutter, and I just stare at him, letting him know exactly what I think of him.
My dad is looking between Dick and me, and he knows something’s up.
Dick clears his throat. “Cassie, I was thinking after dinner, you and I could talk.”
I tense, and Cassie is already shaking her head. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”
He’s not giving up, though. He’s terrible at reading the room. “But we do. I wanted to apologize to you.”
Cassie laughs. “What exactly are you apologizing for? Pressuring me to have sex with you, cheating on me, or the fact that you got caught cheating on me? Which of those things are you actually wanting to apologize for?”
Brandi raises her voice. “Cassie, now, honey, everyone makes mistakes.”
My mouth drops, and I can’t hold it in any longer. “Are you for real right now?”
Cassie is looking at her mom like she doesn’t understand what’s happening, and I can’t say I blame her. I don’t understand this at all.
“Mom, if you think I want to sit across the dinner table from him, knowing what he did to me, then you’re crazy.”
“Crazy!” her mom screams. “I’m not crazy.”
Brook is sitting across the table with her eyes clenched tightly together. Dick looks as if he’s actually enjoying the show, and my dad stands up. “Cassie, is this true? Did he do that to you?”