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26
It’s the fastest I’ve ever hurried to my bedroom.
Shutting the door, I quickly haul off my clothes, storm into the bathroom, and turn on the shower.
My cock’s painfully hard and needs a release.
I stand under the rushing water, grip my shaft, and groan like a beast while ruthlessly jerking off to the image of Cassie’s perfect body. Her curves. Her ample breasts and pebbled brown nipples. I imagine sucking them and running my tongue all over her gorgeous skin.
The fantasy of devouring that shaved pussy and thrusting deep inside her has me increasing the pumps.
“Fuck,” I snarl through gritted teeth, tilting my head back as pleasure explodes and I spray out in the shower. “Uhh…”
I’m damn near breathless as I descend from the high, arching over and watching my seed wash down the drain in the water.
I’m filthy for invading Cassie’s personal space, but she showed me her body. I didn’t force her.
I can’t keep my carnal need under control anymore. It’s been boiling over, and now that it’s let loose, there’s no turning back.
I want my cousin and will have her, no matter what.
Excited for a new day, I turn into the kitchen, expecting to see Cassie sitting at the table. She isn’t in the breakfast nook. Only Mom.
She straightens at my approach, a stern look on her face. “What were you thinking?”
Fuck. Did Cassie tell her everything?
“Is Cassie leaving?” I rush to ask. A sudden ache blooms inside at the thought of losing her again.
“What?” Mom creases her forehead. “Why would she leave so early? Is she upset about something?”
“No.” I calm down. “What is it then?”
“I saw the bike, Reid.”
“Oh.” I rub the back of my neck. The bike is the last thing I’m worried about her discovering.
She rests her hands on her hips. “Is that all you have to say? We agreed you’d get rid of it.”
“You made that decision, Mom.”
“A motorbike is dangerous,” she grits. “I don’t understand why you bought it in the first place.”
“I always wanted one. I wear a helmet. I’m careful.”
She clicks her tongue, pointing her finger as she orders, “Get rid of that thing. I mean it.” She’s about to walk away but halts. “You and Cassie are joining me at a luncheon. I already told her about it. We leave at noon.” She strides out of the kitchen, passing Cassie on the stairs.
My cousin freezes when our eyes connect. She delays for a moment, blinks away, and continues to the bottom. I assume she’ll have breakfast, but she walks outside and hugs herself as she strolls across the yard.
Does she want me to follow?
Even if that isn’t the case, I chase after her. I’m no longer playing it cool.
