Chasing Cassidy (11 page)

My tongue swipes across her clit through her panties and her fingers immediately tug on my hair. Hell, I love when she does that, especially when she gets to the point she’s begging for me. As I kiss my way up her toned stomach, I slide my hand into her panties. She’s so wet already. Using my free hand, I slide it underneath her and unclasp her bra. She shrugs out of it and tosses it across the room.

“Zack, please,” she pleads as I slowly circle her clit with my thumb. As I lower my mouth to her nipple, I slide a finger inside her and she arches into me, pulling my head down to her breast, letting me know she wants more. When I suck her nipple harder and then gently bite it, she cries out in sheer pleasure. After slipping a second finger inside of her tight, wet, pussy, I move to her other breast without missing a beat.

The pressure I’ve been applying to her clit with my thumb has her clenching my fingers tight, her wetness now dripping down my hand. Kissing a path from her breasts to her mouth, I slow my movements as I take her lips with mine. The in and out movements of my fingers mimic the movement of my tongue in her mouth. She lowers one of her hands and pulls my hips closer to her as her fingers of her other hand tug softly on my hair.

Her whimpers are becoming frantic as my tongue chases hers in a sexy game of foreplay. Slowly, I break the kiss and travel back down her abdomen until I reach her panties. Tucking the edge of them in my teeth, I remove my fingers from her as I proceed to pull her panties off with my mouth.

Cassidy watches me with pure adoration and passion in her eyes until I flick her clit with my tongue and her eyes roll back in her head. “God, Zack… only you,” she whimpers. When my tongue travels down her sweet, slick pussy and slips inside, she convulses around me, screaming my name. There is nothing in this world sweeter than the taste of my vixen on my tongue.

Once I’ve let her fully ride out her orgasm in my mouth, I kiss my way back up her body, enjoying every single curve as I go. I’m nestled between her legs and she reaches down and guides me inside of her.

So. Fucking. Hot.

When I’m all the way in, I pull her hips up closer to me and ask the question I already know the answer to. “Only me what, baby?” She’s moving under me, trying to get me to move but I hold her hips steady and stop her. “Answer me if you want me to move. Only me what?”

She blushes, and it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m buried balls deep inside my vixen and she still gets embarrassed to tell me what I already know she meant. “Only you can make me fall apart, Zack. Only you will ever have my heart.”

Damn straight, only me.

“And only you will ever have mine, Cassidy Pope. For now, and for always,” I reply with the sweetest kiss as I slowly move in and out of her, savoring every last sensation of her tight body wrapped around mine.

When her cries escalate and her fingers are frantically scratching at my back—pulling me closer—I feel her tighten around me and when she softly calls out my name, I let myself come with her. Nothing in the world feels better than coming inside Cassidy as we climax together.

Nothing.

Just thinking about being inside of her is making my cock stand at attention. I try and think of something else to ease the ache before going out there and surprising my girl. I don’t plan on having sex with her, at least not today, so I really need to stop thinking about it.

Who the hell am I kidding? I’m always thinking about sex with Cassidy. It’s time to go slay her dragons once and for all.

When I open my eyes, the room is filled with sunlight. After blinking a few times, I sit up and look around for a clock, finally settling on one on a corner table. It’s a little before eight in the morning. I can’t believe I slept that long but after everything that happened yesterday, I needed it.

A sinking feeling settles over me and my nausea kicks in full force. Why did I run? How did I let her get to me? Up until recently, I’ve always been able to push Priscilla’s negativity to the side and trust in Zack. He’s fought for me every step of the way and when it was time for me to fight for him, I ran. Again. Which brings me full circle to the issue at hand: maybe she was right and I’m not right for him. Truth be told, if I was worthy of him I would have fought for him.

Suddenly, it hits me like a ton of bricks. Maybe that’s what she wanted to see—maybe she needed to see me fighting to prove my worth to her. If that’s the case, I’ve completely and utterly failed. God, I can’t think about this all right now. I need a shower and a cup of coffee,
then
maybe I can think about what happens now. Eventually, I need to face my biggest current issue: I need to check my messages. I’m sure, aside from Zack, Ry is totally freaking out.

She’ll never understand any of this. For one thing, she’s Zack’s sister so no matter our friendship, her loyalty lies with him. And secondly, she has no idea the kind of person her mother really is. That actually makes me happy; Ry should only know her mother’s love, not her hateful ways.

In the light of day, this house is even more stunning than I realized last night. I stand and open the shutters to look out at the ocean. The water is a beautiful clear turquoise so vastly different than the water at our local California beaches.
You definitely wouldn’t be able to have sex in this water without everyone on shore knowing exactly what you’re doing,
I think to myself with a chuckle.

Alright, I can enjoy the view for the next two weeks if I want to but right now, I’m in desperate need of a shower. I need to wash off the sorrow and sadness before a new round consumes me and I’m not able to function at all. I never explored the house last night and I’ve really got to pee! Grabbing my suitcase and wheeling it behind me, I set off down the hall. The first door on my right is a bathroom with a shower. Perfect. I’m not ready to venture into the bedroom yet, knowing I’ll be sleeping there alone.

The bathroom is very large for a guest bathroom, and I’m able to easily lay my suitcase flat and open it with plenty of room to spare. After grabbing the necessary toiletries and a couple of towels from the cabinet, I turn on the shower and strip out of my grubby clothes. It’s a waterfall shower and it’s amazing; I could stay in here all day.

Once I’ve shampooed and conditioned my hair and scrubbed down with Zack’s favorite scented body wash, I step out of the shower and try to steel myself for checking my phone after breakfast. Even though Pete and his men will be around, I decide to just let my hair air dry. It will be curly but I just don’t feel like blowing it out. Zack likes it better this way, anyway.

Stop it, Cassidy. Don’t torment yourself. Zack isn’t here and he isn’t coming.

After brushing my teeth, I throw my dirty clothes in a separate section of my suitcase and zip it up. I don’t bother moving it, though, since I’m not sure if I’m going to use this bathroom or eventually suck it up and move into the empty bedroom.

I put on a pretty, light pink lacey bra and matching thong under a pink and white sundress. I bought almost all new clothes for the trip, keeping in mind Zack’s favorite colors and what he likes to see me in. Or rather, what he likes to take off of me. My eyes are starting to tear up again even thinking about him and I walk out of the bathroom sniffling, trying to hold back the tears.

The scent of coffee leads me to the kitchen and Pete is leaning against the counter drinking a cup. There’s a platter of fresh fruit laid out on the counter that looks amazing and I realize I haven’t eaten since the toast I had for breakfast yesterday. I was too nervous to eat.

“Morning,” Pete says, flashing me a dazzling smile.

“Good morning. Did you do all of this?” I ask curiously.

“Actually, I’d love to take the credit but Mrs. Stafford hired someone to come in and make breakfast for you. There’s a number by the phone for you to call and they’ll make any of your meals if you want. I figured today you’d need to eat breakfast since I’m sure you didn’t eat last night,” he replies with a cocked eyebrow as if he knows me so well. God, I really should have Rylee come stay with me so she can meet him.

“Thank you. You’re right, I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.” Grabbing a cup, I pour some coffee for myself.

“Well, I just came to get you settled,” he says as he puts the lid on his to-go mug. “I’m going to head home and get some sleep for a bit. If you want them to make you lunch or dinner, call that number. I’ll be back tonight to check on you.”

“Okay… thanks again, Pete.”

“Oh, and Cassidy? One more thing. Don’t forget that today is a new day and things might not be as bad as you think they are. Don’t start crying just yet… you never know where the day might take you.”

I wish I had his confidence but I don’t. It’s all I can do to nod at him and wave goodbye as he leaves.

The cream and sugar is sitting on the counter by the fruit so I add some to my cup and stir it, taking a seat on the barstool. The first sip tastes like heaven and I close my eyes while enjoying it. Coffee has always been something I like to savor in the morning, but when I open my eyes to take in the beautiful ocean view in front of me, Zack is standing before me and I almost spill the coffee everywhere.

Fumbling like a fool, I finally get the cup set down on the counter and away from me and blink before looking back up at him. He’s really here. Leaning against the sink with his arms crossed and his feet kicked out in front of him, he’s wearing my favorite shirt in the entire world and a pair of jeans. My hands are shaking and my eyes are once again filled with tears. I don’t even know what to think or say. He came for me again and when that realization hits me, the tears begin to fall and there’s nothing I can do to hold them back.

“Zack.” My voice comes out so lightly, I don’t think he even heard me but from the smile crossing his face, I know he did.

“Cassidy,” he replies cordially. That’s odd. His voice definitely does not match his expression.

“What are you… I mean, I’m sorry, I just…oh god, I’m wrecking this I’m, I’m…”
Shit, I can’t form a sentence to save my life.

“You’d like to know what I’m doing here?” Oh hell, his voice… it’s lawyer Zack and while it’s hot as hell hearing him in the courtroom, it’s nerve wracking to hear him use that tone with me. He’s
never
used that tone with me.

“I umm, well, yes. Why would you be here after what I did? And how did you even find me?” I know Priscilla wouldn’t have told him where I am.

He stalks toward me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Oh, Cassidy, did you really think my mother would put you up in a house like this? To her, this would be slumming it… you know she likes everything at the push of a button.
The Four Seasons
is much more her speed, don’t you think?”

I’m completely out of my element here. He’s so cocky, but the look in his eye is screaming he wants to fuck.

“I guess so. So then how? Zack,
why
? Haven’t I put you through enough?”

He laughs and shakes his head and then unexpectedly places a soft kiss on the top of my head and inhales. “You smell amazing and you’re going to be curly today, I approve. Especially for what I have planned for us. It will be just like old times.”

“You have… you have something planned?” I manage to stutter and my heart picks up speed. Even though I’m trying not to get excited, I am. He’s here.

“Cassidy, I have something planned every day for the next two weeks.
We
are not leaving
our
house until I’ve slayed your demons once and for all.”

Wait… what?

“Did you just say
our
house?”

“Come on, I heard you tell Pete you haven’t eaten and neither have I, for that matter. Let’s make some plates and eat on the patio. We have some things to discuss.” The tone in his voice leaves no room for argument. I make our plates with fresh fruit and some bagels and cream cheese while he gets himself some coffee. Once we’re settled outside, Zack begins eating and looks like he’s enjoying the fact that I’m uncomfortable.