Part 27 (2/2)

My mother didn't come a she couldn't bear to. She stayed at the hotel to pack, to get ready to leave. A room freed up, and she took it.

Ca.s.sie takes my hand, and holds it tight. Her father looks at our clasped hands, then at her, and then at me.

I meet his eyes with a steely stare. He doesn't dare to say anything.

I look at Ca.s.sie, but her eyes are turned toward the window. She's watching a drizzly night in London creep by. We're stuck in traffic, but it's not far.

Wind blows in through the open window, whips Ca.s.sie's hair into my face. I catch her scent, that perfect smell. She's not wearing any fragrance tonight, it's just her. I love it. I love every bit of it. I want that smell every single day.

It's strange how people so different, so opposed, can come together, but here we are. At one point Ca.s.sie and I were opponents, trading barbs while she did her best to resist me.

But now, we're sitting together in silence, holding hands, joined by more than just attraction, a deeper bond.

I remember her words, when she said she wished her dad had never gone to Vegas so that none of this would have ever happened.

I don't look back at the past and try to imagine rewriting it. That's not my style. But if I did, is it crazy that I don't know if I'd agree with her?

Because if everything was different, then maybe we'd be different.

Oh, sure, I'd still have her. I'd have had her on the beach, if not that day, then another.

But it might be different.

I've already got a plan for what's going to happen after I win this fight. Kyle can f.u.c.k off back home. Mom will annul the marriage, and go back to her home. She'll have some money to take home as well, more than enough to set her up for the rest of her life.

Ca.s.sie and I will no longer be stepbrother and stepsister.

And we'll go on a holiday, wherever she wants to, just her and me. I'll make her scream and curse every morning, night, and afternoon. I'll rock her body with pleasure, make her feel special, because she's the only one that's worth it, the only one I want. I'm the only man good enough for her.

She grips my hand harder. She's chewing her lower lip, and distantly picking at her cuticles. Our taxi gets to The Spotted Hen, and we all walk in, me in the lead, past the bouncers.

”Good luck, mate,” one of them says to me as I pa.s.s him. ”Kaminski's a right bell-end. Hope you f.u.c.k him up.”

I don't look at him. We walk down the staircase, across the floor. I look at the cage; new lights have been set up above it.

We go into the back, into the changing room, and there I dump my bag, stop Kyle from coming in, and close and lock the door.

I kiss Ca.s.sie hard against the lockers, then hold her face in my hands. She licks her lips, and I want to taste her saliva so I kiss her again, suck on her tongue, smell her breath, so close, so intimate, everything I want and need.

”Don't you think you shouldn't waste your energy on this before a fight?” she asks me.

”Tease me,” I growl at her. ”Turn me on, bring me right to the edge.”

She c.o.c.ks an eyebrow up. ”Why?”

”Testosterone,” I tell her. ”Get it pumping. I'll need it for the fight.”

”That works?”

”Yeah,” I tell her. ”It's not you, it's biological.”

It takes her a moment to get it, but when she does, she sends a hand down to my c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, grips them hard through my pants.

”You sure you want to mess with me right now, Chance?”

I grin at her. ”You don't have to worry. You know you can make me hard with just a look.”

She comes in close to me, puts her lips by my ear. ”And you can make me wet with just a look.”

Hearing her say it sends s.h.i.+vers down my body. My c.o.c.k gets harder, blood surges south, and a lucid, charged l.u.s.t overtakes my consciousness.

”You can make me come with just a finger,” she continues, and she traces my ear with her tongue. ”And you can make me scream with that huge f.u.c.king c.o.c.k of yours.”

I can't take it anymore. Hearing her talk to me like this is just too much. I crush my lips against hers, press her hard into the lockers, and she frantically works my belt, gets it undone, and rips my pants apart.

My bulge is prominent through my underwear, a wet mark already there from my pre-c.u.m. She cups me, strokes me, starts to jerk my curled c.o.c.k through the fabric.

”You can't finish me,” I tell her, breathing hard. I'm so wound-up, so h.o.r.n.y from all the working out I've been doing all week, combined with the stress.

G.o.d, I'd give anything to release it now, all over Ca.s.sie's s.e.xy, beautiful face. But that would just ensure my losing in the cage.

”I know the meaning of tease,” she says, giving me an 'are you serious?' look. She pushes me off her, takes off her coat, lays it down on the bench, and then presses her back against the lockers and puts her arms above her head.

She's wearing just a tank top and simple black bra, and she looks drop-dead gorgeous. I know an invitation when I see one.

I bury my face in her neck, smell her and love it, kiss across her collar bone, her shoulder. I hold her hands above her, and with my other hand unhook her strapless bra, pull it out the bottom of her tank.

I squeeze her b.r.e.a.s.t.s hard, tweeze and pull at her nipples, pull moans and groans from her mouth. I undo the b.u.t.ton to her jeans, push my hand down her belly and inside, cup her s.e.x, feel her so hot down there already, feel her so wet.

”Let me tease you,” she says, before leaning forward and kissing me. I let her hands go while we kiss, while our tongues dance, and she sends her hands south, pulls me out of my underwear, begins to jerk me with both hands.

I kiss her feverishly, one hand on her breast, the other in her underwear, rubbing her c.l.i.t. Her breathing's getting faster, and she's starting to moan more, and she breaks the kiss and looks out of exasperated eyes at me.

”How am I supposed to... to tease you,” she hisses, her eyes falling shut, her head lolling back as I push a finger inside her tightness. She's struggling to find the words, her lips are slightly parted, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I take her bottom lip into mine, kiss her, lick her, devour her. The feel of her warm breath on me is so heady and intimate, it just drives me f.u.c.king nuts.

”How can I tease you,” she tries again, her hands slowing down around my c.o.c.k. ”If I can't concentrate.”

”It turns me on to make you feel good,” I tell her, and I push a second finger inside her. She grips onto my c.o.c.k hard, moans as I finger her, play her like an instrument.