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I pull my keys out of my pocket and open my front door. I have a few hours before I have to leave and go to Cassie’s parents’ house for the party. My clothes are ready and hanging in my room. I lock the door behind me and head upstairs to take a long shower. I need to rub one out, too. My dick has been hard most nights around Cassie, but we’re taking things slow. We have done some on top of our clothes touching, but not much, she is still scatty when it comes to more. I know she wants to, but she’s scared. The fuck that hurt her years ago deserves to have the shit beat outofhim.

I walk into my bathroom and turn the shower on, before stripping out of my sweat-covered clothes. I don’t bother to check the temperature, I just step in under the water. The cool water hits my back as I bend forward, letting my arms hang by my side. My muscles twitch from being overworked, but this is what I love. This is what keeps me from locking up when I am bent over someone doing an hour or more tattoo session. Speaking of bending over… Fuck, my dick jumps at the thought of bending Cassie over my table at the studio and slamming in to her over and overagain.

I tighten the grip on my cock while pumping up and down, thinking of how Cassie will sound when I make her come. Fuck, I bet she tastes so good. My movements get faster as the dirty thoughts run around my head. The tingle starts in my spine, and within seconds my balls tighten and my cum jets out, mixing with the water of myshower.

“God, Cassie, what the fuck are you doing to me?” I breath into the room. I think a gentle push may be needed tonight. Maybe I can get to feel her skin, and see if it is as soft as itlooks.

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Ipullup outside the Dawson’s house and my jaw hits the floor of my car. Holy fucking shit. It is huge. They own a big, red-brick country house with a barn off to the side. A fucking barn. I am not an insecure lad, but fuck, even I know that I won’t fit in here. There are small Christmas trees outside the house, and lights everywhere. It looks posh as shit. I sit in my car and stare up at the house, then down to my clothes. Fuck, Cassie told me not to over dress, to just be me, and smart. I threw on my brown boots, with dark blue jeans and a white shirt. I added my black belt and a thin black tie. I’ve even rolled the sleeves up on my shirt; I hate feeling constricted. My shoulders sag in defeat, knowing that I can’t go in there looking like this. Cassie will be so disappointedinme.

A knock at my window startles me. I look to my right and see an older guy standing there smiling at me. I offer a quick smile and open the car door, making him step back. He’s wearing brown corduroy trousers and a navy Christmas jumper with a silhouette of a dinosaur wearing a Santa hat. I chuckle at thejumper.

“You like? Pretty groovy, if you ask me. You must be Jay. I’m Stuart Dawson, Cassie’sfather.”

Well fuck a duck. I step away from my car and close the door. I lift my hand and take his offered one and weshake.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Dawson. Yes, I’m JayCastle.”

“Oh, bollocks to the Mr Dawson crap, boy. Call me Stuart. Now, are we going to go in and be merry or stay out here and freeze our balls off?” I nod towards the house, indicating for him to lead the way. “Good choice, lad.” I follow Stuart into the house, keeping control of my awe as I step inside and behold what looks like a posh Santa’sgrotto.

Holy candy canes on a fuckstick.

Christmas music plays around the room, and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief when I see what everyone else is wearing. They are pretty much dressed like me or Stuart – well, except for the some of the women; they are in dresses. There are waiters walking around with trays of food and drinks. Stuart stops one as he walkspastus.

“Can you get us two bottles of Sol,please?”

“Yes, sir,” the waiter says, andscurriesoff.

“Cassie said that you drink larger, so I made sure that westockedup.”

“Thank you,” I mutter. I look around the room, trying to spot the beautiful woman in my life. “Where is Cassie?”Iask.

“Oh, I think she’s in the kitchen. Come on, I’ll show you.” Again, I follow him like a lost fucking puppy through the house. People greet him as we walk past, but he never stops. We enter the kitchen and I stop in my tracks when I see my kitten. My kitten that is being caged between the kitchen island and some guy. My blood boils as they talk and smile at each other. She fucking knew I was coming here tonight. She fucking invited me, and for what? To rub it in my face that I am not rich or good enough for her. Well, fuck herandthis fucking house. Stuart clears his throat next to me, bringing everyone's eyes in our direction. Cassie tenses and her smile drops from her face. I shake my head and walk out of the room, ignoring Cassie calling my name. I make my way through the house, pushing past people that have filled eachfuckingroom.

“Jay, wait,” she yells, but I don’t stop. I carry on out to my car, clicking the fob as I get closer. The lights flash and the door unlocks. “Jay, for fucks sake, will you stop.” Shit, she must be pissed because she just swore at me. Cassie never swears. I wrench the door open and Cassie comes barreling with such force that she throws her full weight against the car, and the doorslams.

“Are you fucking crazy? You could havehurtme.”

“Jay, please, listen to me.” I stare at her, all the thoughts of us being a couple racing around my head, showing me that I was fucking wrong all along. “Why do men always act first and then not ask questions later? You always think the worst. If you had waited a little longer, you would have seen me push him away. He’s the son of my dad’s business partner, so I have to play nice. My parents know that I don’t like him, but he likes to push mybuttons.”

She steps closer to me and I freeze, images of Rachel dancing with that guy flash in my head. I cannot go down that path again, she fucking hurt me. I lift my head to see Cassie looking at me, her frown marring her perfect face. She reaches up and lays her hands on my chest, her eyes searching mine, trying to figure out what I’m thinking. I show no emotion. Cassie closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh before shestepsback.

“I am not her,” is all she says, before turning to walk back towards the house. God, I am a fucking knobhead right now. I turn and lean my arms on the car, drop my head, and take a few deep breaths. The pain that Rachel caused me is racing around my head and heart, and I am finding it difficult to breathe. I know Cassie wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, but seeing that bloke in there with her, hurt. My own fucked up issues have hurt Cassie, and I hate myself for that. All the times I got pissed at Dex for hurting Addy without speaking to her, and I just did exactly the fucking same. Jesus fucking Christ. I take one more deep breath before walking back into the house to findmygirl.

I find her in the main room, where the Christmas tree almost touches the ceiling. She’s standing with a group of people, laughing at what the girl is saying, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes like when she is with me. I did this to her. I have ruined her Christmas Eve. Ineedto change that. Ineedto make her smile. I walk over to where she’sstanding.

I lean in and whisper, “I’m sorry. I fucked up.” I still haven’t touched her yet, for fear of her rejecting me. The group start talking again about some football game that is happening on Boxing Day, but Iignorethem.

“You are nothing like her. You are everything. I’m sorry if I made you think or feel that I thought that,” I carry on my whispered apology. Her body shivers as my breath caresses the shell of her ear. I take a chance and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She lifts her gaze to mine, and we are locked in a silent conversation. My gaze drops to her mouth; her red lipstick makes her lips look fucking edible. She licks those lips, and I can’t stop the growl that leaves my throat. She does this to me, she brings the primal animal outinme.

“Did you just alpha-growl at her?” a tall redhead asks. I lift my gaze to her and smirk. “Holy shit, you did. Please tell me he growls like that when he is sexing you up, Cass.” I chuckle as Cassie buries her head in my chest. I tighten my hold on her, loving the feel of her against me. I can just imagine how red herfaceis.

“We haven’t actually slept together yet. We’re taking it slow,” I admit to her friends. They all look stupefied. Why are they shocked by this news? They look from Kitten to me and backagain.

“Seriously?” I nod my head. “Cassie Dawson, are you telling me that you haven’t seen this God of a man naked yet?” My kitten pulls away from me a little and lifts her head to answer herfriends.

“Yes. We both come with baggage so we wanted to wait until…” She stops herself from finishing the sentence. Wait until what? We haven’t talked about doing more, and believe me, my dick and ballsreallywant more. My dick and my hand have become best friends over the past few weeks. I haven’t wanked-off this much since I was inschool.

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