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I continue to look out into the Miami skyline, because I’m such an idiot, I’m about to cry. “Yeah, I just had to take a call.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snaps, grabbing my shoulders and turning me gently. “Lie to all of them, but never to me.”
“Cassy,” I whine, squirming in his hold, needing something. Something to make me forget. Something to make this all go away. Something… “Help me.”
Before I know it, I’m thrown onto the lounge couch behind us. Cassius crawls over me, the weight of him both intimidating and comforting. He nods, a savage look in his eyes, and scowls. “I’ll help you, sunshine. I’ll do anything for you.”
I want the kind of help he can give me. The kind onlyhecan give, but… “They’re inside, waiting for us.”
“Fuck them.”
“But—”
“Skylar,” he growls, pinching my face in his large hand. “I said… Fuck. Them.”
And in that moment of complete chaos, I let it all out.
I slam our lips together. Scrambling until I’m straddling him, I wrap my legs around his waist as I play with the hair at the back of his neck.
Cassius is here for me, and he’ll make it all better.
He moans into my mouth, the spicy smell of him invading my nose. It makes me start rocking my hips, dragging my covered cock against his, until he’s hard and straining.
“S-Skylar,” he stammers, holding on to my hips to try to stop me. “Be careful. I can’t— You’re going to make me—Fuuuuuck.”
I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s like I can’t control myself. My mind is telling me to think—tostop—but I’m powerless against my body. I just keep moving and thrusting and groaning.
I just need tofeel. I need to escape. I need?—
“Please,” I whimper, looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes, searching for any sign that he can’t give this to me.
He blinks, mouth agape in shock, but something comes over him and he nods. “Take it, sunshine. Take what you need.”
I’m so thankful as I lean down and sob into his mouth. Clutching his shoulders for leverage as I start bouncing on his lap, I throw my head back as I chase my comfort. Chase the bliss. Chase the worth.
“Skylar, fuck, get there, sunshine,” he rasps through gritted teeth, kneading my ass, helping my movements. “Grind that sweet little cock against me and make yourself come. Use me, Skylar. Fucking”—a slap to my ass—“use”—a hard grip on my cock—“me.” His lips crash against mine.
“Yes!” I cry, my back arching as I come in my pants, feeling it gather around my crotch just as Cassius stiffens and lets out something akin to a growl, pinching my ass so damn hard it hurts.
I collapse onto his chest, my breaths unsteady and labored. I’m floating now, so light and fluffy, and feeling like nothing can touch me. Everything is okay again.
It’s all okay.
Because, when I can just forget and let myself go, I almost believe I’m special.
CHAPTER TEN
Cassius
I leanagainst the back-alley wall and take a drag of my cigarette.
I don’t smoke often. It’s actually pretty disgusting, but I find that I need something to take the edge off, and drinking on the job isn’t my style. I might have to consider it, because even nicotine isn’t helping me relax.
Because Skylar made me come.
That beautiful moment at brunch a few days ago meant everything to me. I thought maybe—justmaybe—that was the moment Skylar would realize. Realize that the person everyone was hinting was perfect for him is me. But when he came to and thanked me for helping him, nothing but precious innocence in his expression, I knew it wasn’t it.
Now I’m starting to think it’ll never be it.
