“Bye, love you, have fun and be safe!” I shout as the apartment door closes behind her.
Leaving her room, I go to the front door and lock it and then go to the kitchen to warm up my Chinese. I think a bubble bath with Chinese and a show might be just what the doctor ordered. While the Chinese warms up, I prepare a bath and put the shelf across it so I can watch something on my tablet. Part of me does envy Ensley for being able to sleep with anyone she finds attractive, but I’ve never been able to do that. Sure, I can see when someone is attractive, but no part of me has ever wanted to date or experience more with them.
Cason is the only person to ever make me want more. He’s the only man that makes me warm and want to touch myself. Every morning when he comes into the bakery is the happiest couple minutes to an hour or so of my life. I love it when he’s able to stay there and work. The longer I get to look at him the better my day is.
Getting everything together I undress and slip into the steamy water filled with Epsom salts and a vanilla bubble bath. Cason once made a comment he liked my perfume, it reminded him of cookies. I don’t wear perfume, but the night before I took a bubble bath with this scent. I’ve made sure to do it ever since, wanting him to enjoy how I smell.
I take a few bites of beef and some of the vegetables before I let my show play and I lean back. At least I get moments like this to relax. I wonder what he’s doing right now. Is he at home, working out, or just working? Maybe he’s showering.
I close my eyes. Picturing him naked. I haven’t seen him without a shirt on in so long, but I can still picture his rippling abs and broad chest. I’ve never seen his cock but based off his massive hands and feet I’m sure it’s long and thick. What I wouldn’t give to be able to touch him and explore every inch of his body until my fingers have it memorized.
My core warms to the idea of getting to feel him touch me. I bet those long fingers are magic. I saw him fucking a woman once when I was seventeen. Our families were getting together for a fourth of July barbecue. It was right before I was going to go off to college early. He’d brought some blonde floosie to the event. I went to get them some drinks, turned around and they disappeared.
The cold sodas chill my fingers as I look everywhere for them. Where the hell could they have gone off to so fast? The house has been closed to the people at the party. Maybe they went to the pool house to use the bathroom or start swimming.
I don’t spot them right away, but soon light moans just loud enough to hear over the music and screaming kids in the pool catch my ear. I follow it and find them on the backside of it away from prying eyes. Cason presses her up against the white wall of the house. His massive hand at her throat. My eyes widen at the sight as I move to hide behind some bushes.
She doesn’t seem to mind that he has her by the neck. Her manicured hands run over his chest having opened his blue button-down pool shirt.
“Please, Cason, fuck me! Here. Now. I need you! My pussy is so wet.”
My cheeks flood with heat at her words, but my body reacts as my clit tingles to life. It only happens with Cason around, he’s the only time I ever feel aroused. I know I should leave them, go somewhere else, but I can’t look away. I’m getting to see a side of Cason I’ve only ever dreamed of.
His other hand moves under her white pleated skirt, going between her thighs as she hikes her long leg up and puts it around his hip. She moans and he claims her mouth with his lips, his other hand still on her throat. I watch their tongues swirl and I bite at my lip. That’s how I want to be kissed, with unbridled lust by him, but he’ll never notice me.
Her hands move down to his white swim trunks, doing something before he groans into her mouth. The sound goes straight to my clit making it ache. I want to touch myself to the sight, but I’m not as ballsy as they are. Anyone could find them or me.
I strain my neck to try and see his cock but her damn thigh and skirt keep it from view as he steps closer to her. After a moment they both groan and he moves to wrap both her legs around his waist, holding her up easily. He pounds into her like a raging stallion and I can’t look away, I can’t even blink. Her eyes roll in her head and it looks like she’s having the best time of her life. Fuck I want to be her.
A beach ball from the pool flies over to my bushes. Fuck. They pull apart and I duck before they can see me. They hastily walk off, acting as if they weren’t just fucking each other’s brains out.
A kid comes over for the ball and spots me. I glare at him. “Go away!” He takes the ball and darts off toward the pool.
I leave the drinks on the ground and head to go into the house. I need to take care of this ache between my thighs before I interact with anyone else.
My fingers work under the water as the old memory resurfaces. They glide over my folds, furiously working my clit as I imagine him from early in the day. After I wiped the buttercream from his lip. Imaging instead of walking away, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, and then fucked me there, bent over my workstation. I don’t want him to be gentle. I want him to fuck me hard, even if I’ve never been with anyone, I want to know the pleasure he made that floosie feel, but in the end, I want him to choose me to be with for the rest of his life.
The pressure in my clit builds and I raise my knees. I sink lower in the water until my knees are on the other side. I rub harder as I imagine him spooning buttercream onto my nipples and licking it off while he stares up into my eyes.
“Cason!” My voice echoes off the tile as I come, my orgasm flooding my body and making my inner walls spasm, I wish his cock was there to fill me up and make me feel whole.
I open my eyes and remove my hand from my core. I wish I was brave enough to tell him how I feel. Tell him that every day I get to see him is the best day of my life. That I want him to be my first and only lover, but there are two things holding me back. One is the fear he’ll laugh in my face or worse look at me with pity as he tells me I’m nothing more to him than a little sister and that he could never look at me like that. That I disgust him with the mere thought of seeing me naked. The other fear is my father. If he found out I was pursuing the man, I don’t know what he would do, but it wouldn’t be anything good. He’s a stickler for rules. Even if the men who made that rule have been dead for nearly a hundred years. It’s just not worth the risk.
Even if he did like me like that, he knows the promise as well, and he’s always been the type to follow the rules. He wouldn’t break it for me, I’m not worth the wrath of my father or his.
Chapter Three
Cason
For three daysI’ve been tailing Sacha. Once the bakery closes and he sees Josie back to her apartment, he goes all over town visiting several places that are known enemies of Michail; casinos and bars that he’s been trying to shut down so Michail can take them over, but for one reason or another haven’t been able to force the owners out. It’s clear that Sacha is a double-agent, maybe even triple. I’ve tried to do some background on the man, but it’s like his life didn’t start until last year when he was initiated into Kotov’s inner circle and became Josie’s bodyguard. This tells me he might be a corrupt undercover cop. There’s no way they have him working so many angles. He got a taste of the honey crime can offer and is now dipping his hand into every jar like Winnie the fucking Pooh.
I knew there was a reason I’ve never liked the guy and it wasn’t only because he gets to be around Josie all the time without an excuse. I can smell rats from a mile away. I never understood why Michail trusted him of all people to watch over his daughter. If I were him, I would’ve only had the best man on the job, the one I trusted the most to watch over her but not touch her. More than likely I would hire a skilled woman to do it, less threat of her getting hit on then.
He comes out of a casino as I sit in my old Ford Bronco. There’s no way he would know it’s me. He’s only ever seen me drive my sports cars. I only drive old Lucky when I’m tailing people and want them to pay me no mind. It looks old and beat up, but that’s just a cover. I restored it under the hood to run like a dream. Best gift I ever got from my grandfather before he passed away. Fords are always reliable cars.
I swear this guy doesn’t sleep. He has to go pick Josie up in two hours for her to get to the bakery early. He has to be doing coke, which only succeeds in angering me further. How dare he do drugs while watching over her. If he made a reckless mistake she could get hurt.
The way I see it, with how much he moves and has no set schedule other than picking her up and dropping her off, I’m going to have to lay a trap and set time for him to walk into it. I can’t kill him during the day while the bakery is open. There can’t be any witnesses and if he disappeared during the middle of the day it would lead Josie to ask questions.
