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I read the report with tears in my eyes.
They’d been crushed, dying instantly.
Leaving their bright-eyed girl alone. No close relatives. No one to look after her except an elderly neighbor who was too frail for the job.
The state had taken over.
And they had done a fucking shitty job. I flipped through the pages, starting to see more and more evidence of her unhappiness. Cassie’s attitude changed. Her grades dropped. She became a ‘discipline case’ at school and a surly, unresponsive preteen during home visits from the social workers.
Oh, and she moved foster homes a half a dozen times.
I read to the end and closed it out. I never wanted to read it again, though I knew I would. Over and over until I’d memorized it.
As if that would change the hell she’d been through.
I jotted down her social and got it to Sheila. Then I went outside for some fresh air.
My perfect, sweet girl was a survivor. She’d been unwanted and unloved. How someone could turn their back on that beautiful girl was beyond me. But she didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
From now on, she always had a home.
She had me.
My phone buzzed and I exhaled in pleased surprise. I decided then and there to call it an early day. My sister had dropped Cass off, with a dress.
Bless Kelly’s heart, she’d even mentioned that the big ass biker was leaving for The Jar. She even used those words. I grinned, shaking my head.
‘Big Ass Biker.’
I drove over to Mason’s house with a shit-eating grin on my face. Cass was available to me. She was home alone.
It was blowjob time.
Cassandra
“Come in.”
I smiled shyly at Connor as I opened the door. The look of happiness and expectation in his eyes was overwhelming.
He looked eager. And he should. For the past few days I’ve been greeting him with a blowjob.
Once in his car when he took me to see the wedding venue. Twice here. And now he looked ready for another go.
It felt very brazen but also fun. And naughty. And he was very, very appreciative to me afterwards.
So appreciative I hadn’t been allowed to finish since that first day. Instead he seemed to always end up tossing me over the nearest piece of furniture and burying his face between my legs. And then screwing me so hard the bed nearly broke the last time.
That was yesterday, and pretty similar to the day before that.
I tugged his waist band and he came in, looking like a bull ready to charge. I could swear I saw a little steam coming out of his nostrils.
He shut the door and leaned against it. Then he kissed me, his hands roaming everywhere. I pulled back and sank to my knees. His eyes flared with appreciation as I pulled his already stiff cock out and into the cool air.
He’s always hard for me and I love it.
I taste him, all salty and sweet. Then I work my tongue up and down a bit, teasing him. Then I start to suck him, long and slow and deep.
“Oh sweetheart- oh Jesus, that feels so fucking good!”
I hummed a bit in response and his hips jerked. He grabbed my head and I realized he was close. Whoa. He might actually let me finish this time.
As much as I loved having sex with Conn, I loved making him come this way. Almost as much. I loved the power I felt and the sexy sounds he made as I worshipped his cock.
I picked up the pace, cupping his heavy balls with my hand.
And then the door opened.
Not far. Not with Connor leaned against it. But enough to knock me away from his cock.
Oh my God.
Mason was home.
Connor furiously tried to cover himself, cursing a blue streak in the process. Mason couldn’t get the door open but he saw me jump up. I could tell instantly that he got the gist of what was happening.
“Oh hell no!”
Connor zipped his pants up and stepped away from the door. His jaw was ticking and I could tell he was beyond frustrated. But he looked cool as a cucumber.
A hard, unsatisfied cucumber.
“Out!”
Mason pointed at Conn and roared. I hid my smile with my hand. The two of them were like rams, ready to charge each other. I rolled my eyes.
It was a good thing the two of them had such incredibly thick skulls.
“I thought you were gone, Mase.”
He gave me a look.
“Obviously.” He glared at Conn again. “I forgot the sauce.”
Mase made the base of his secret sauce here, then the cooks at The Jar mixed it with tomato paste and vinegar. It was his pride and joy, the recipe passed down from his grandma and improved on by Mase.
No one knew the recipe, not even me.
“You have a lot of nerve coming in here and taking advantage of her under my roof. My roof, DeWitt!”
