Unforeseen, page 15
“Looks like you and Blake are getting along well. He can’t keep his eyes off you,” Brooke swooned as we sat at the kitchen island drinking mocktails. The boys had agreed to take the kids into the living room so we could have our girl time. I think they both thought it would improve their chances at scoring later.
“Yeah, things have been going as well as they can be considering we still live over five-hundred miles apart,” I sighed, answering her question.
“Cassidy Carpenter, do I sense that you’d actually like more?”
“I didn’t say that, but it’d be nice to have the option.”
“Have you two talked about him moving here?” she questioned.
“No, he just moved to D.C. I highly doubt moving to Michigan is really in his plans right now. Besides, I don’t think your husband would be very pleased with me if I went and stole his star reporter out from under him.”
“Actually, you didn’t hear this from me, but Rich is probably taking a position in Detroit. He’s tired of spending so much time away from us especially with the pregnancy. I suspect he’ll be here in Michigan full-time within the next month,” Brooke said.
“Really? Does Blake know?” I asked.
“Yeah, he told him yesterday. Rich feels bad about it because he got him to move to D.C. Rich thinks he’ll get promoted to editor though once he’s gone, but maybe he’ll actually want to move with him,” Brooke suggested.
I sighed knowing I couldn’t expect him to pass up the opportunity to become the next editor of the Post. “I can’t ask him to give that up for me, Brooke,” I said, sadness in my voice. “
“Cass, you aren’t asking him to give up something that he might not want anyways. Did you even stop to consider that possibility?”
“It doesn’t matter. Right now, the only thing that matters is getting through this sentencing. Maybe once that isn’t hanging over our heads then we can talk about what’s next for us.”
“You love him don’t you?” Brooke questioned.
“I haven’t told him that, no!” I whisper-yelled.
“I didn’t ask you if you’d told him. I asked you if you did, but I think that’s answer enough for me,” she said, her mouth twisting into a smirk.
Noticing Blake come up behind us, I nudged Brooke in the arm. “Shhhh,” I said, putting my finger to my lips.
“What are you two beautiful ladies discussing?” Blake asked while taking the empty stool beside me.
Looking at Brooke, I silently prayed that she would keep my secret. “Nothing. Just a little girl talk is all,” Brooke explained.
“Mmmhmm, I think that is code for we’re not telling you,” Blake said with a wink.
“You’re a smart man, Blake. I think you could give my husband a few pointers,” Brooke joked. “Right, Babe,” she added, yelling into the living room.
“Sure, whatever you say, Sweets,” Rich yelled back, not having any idea what he was agreeing to.
“You want to know the best part about being pregnant?” Brooke asked. “He doesn’t argue with me about anything anymore.”
“Wait a second, are you telling me that Hot has grown a pussy?” Blake laughed.
“Very funny, Asshole,” Rich yelled, taking a seat at the island next to Brooke. “My dick is still very much intact, and in working order. In fact, I even have solid evidence,” he added, rubbing Brooke’s small bump.
Just as we were sitting down to eat, I remembered I hadn’t told Brooke about my visitor earlier in the day.
“Hey Brookie, you’ll never guess who’ll be needing my wedding planning expertise,” I said.
“Yeah? Who?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Jason James,” I said, raising my brow.
“No shit,” she said, seemingly unimpressed. “Well, good for him, I guess.”
“I should make sure his tux comes in two sizes too small in the inseam. Make him get married with his pants cupping his junk,” I laughed.
“Cass, for once, I think I like the way you think,” Rich said, suddenly interested in the conversation.
Blake
WALKING INTO THE kitchen, I noticed Cass swaying her hips as she cleaned up after our dinner party. There wasn’t actually any music playing so she must’ve had something stuck in her head. She stopped for a moment to unhook the top few buttons of her shirt and splash some water on her face. I wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to turn the simplest of tasks into my very own personal porno.
Tucking my arms across my chest, I propped myself against the door frame to take in the show. I was creepin’ and I didn’t even care. She looked hot as fuck in her fitted shirt and short, little shorts which showed off the swell of her ass. My cock was already throbbing and she hadn’t even turned in my direction. A moan escaped me when her hip-swaying turned into more of a bootie pop, causing her to finally turn to face me.
“Finally come in to help me clean?” she asked, tossing a wet rag in my direction.
“No, I was thinking it was time for some dessert,” I said, stalking toward her with the dishcloth still in my hands.
“Stop it! You’re going to get me all wet,” she laughed, as I pinned her body against the kitchen island.
“That’s the idea,” I growled.
She rolled her eyes before responding, “You’re nothing but trouble.” Then she smirked, her face beginning to blush. “And, you turned down dessert when the rest of us ate it. Something about it spoiling your diet?” she smiled, lifting my shirt to rub her fingers across my abs.
My breath hitched at her touch. “I’m not talking about the chocolate cake, Carpenter, but something tells me you already knew that,” I hissed, grabbing a handful of ass as I lifted her to the countertop.
“We can’t do this, Blake. Not with the kids in the other room,” she reminded me. I smiled knowing the little cockblockers wouldn’t be a problem tonight.
This would be fun. I secretly loved getting a rise out of my girl. “I can be quiet. The question is, can you?” I whispered, as I bit down softly on her ear.
Moaning, she dropped her head back allowing me to place a trail of kisses down her neck. I then guided my hands to her abdomen where I began unbuttoning her shirt.
“Blake, stop!” she squealed through heated breaths. “The kids!”
It was time to let Cass in on my little secret if I was going to relieve this bulge in my pants tonight. “I sent the kids home with Rich and Brooke.”
“What? Kaity too?” she asked.
“Kaity too.” I said, popping the last button of her shirt to expose her lacy white bra. “I hope you’re not mad. I just wanted us to be alone tonight.” She didn’t hesitate as she pulled up the hem of my shirt and once again began tracing my abs with her finger. I couldn’t stand any more of her slow torture. Yanking my shirt over my head, I tossed it to the floor.
“I’m definitely not mad about that,” she said, desire burning in her eyes. “I just wish you’d told me sooner. Now stop teasing me, and get to work,” she ordered, lying back on the island.
“I haven’t even begun to tease you yet, Baby,” I whispered, as I slid my hand under her bra, lightly brushing my finger over her already pert nipple. “I’ve been watching you all day and dreaming about taking you nice and slow all night long.”
Wrapping her legs around my torso, my cock pulsated from her closeness. She knew what she was doing to me, but I stuck to my guns. Tonight was about taking it slow–showing her how much I cared about her.
“Take me to the bedroom, Blake, please,” she begged through shallow breaths.
“No, I think we’ll stay right here. After all, we eat our dessert in the kitchen,” I teased, reaching for the bottle of chocolate syrup that she’d yet to put away.
Her eyes widened, “You’re not actually going to get chocolate on me are you?”
I nodded, tracing my tongue over my lips.
“You’re going to get me filthy!” she squealed.
“That’s the plan, Baby,” I said, squirting chocolate on her stomach. She arched her back as I began to lick the chocolate in a line from her navel toward her breasts, stopping when I reached her bra.
“Jesus! Why are you stopping? I think you’re trying to kill me,” she panted.
Cass was always sexy in my eyes, but angry Cass was even sexier. Her face down to her neck had flushed and a shimmer of perspiration outlined her chest. Her lips were turned into the cutest, little pout and her eyes were smoldering. Her normally transparent blue orbs replaced with opaque black marbles. I had a feeling she was about to win this battle. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, and we weren’t even naked yet.
Sit up,” I ordered. Without hesitation, she obeyed my command. Pulling off her already undone shirt, I made quick work of removing her bra. I moaned as her tits sprang free, her swollen nipples already standing at full attention.
“Lie back down and lift your hips,” I instructed. Once again, she responded without hesitation allowing me to work open the button on her shorts. Sliding them down, I guffawed when I noticed Cass had left me with a little surprise. Her bottom bare beneath her shorts–her pussy on full display, awaiting my touch.
“Like what you see, Mr. Mitchell?” she giggled, spreading her legs a little wider. “I may have let you win this battle, but the war will always be mine,” she winked, kicking off her shorts with one flick of the legs.
For a moment, I was ready to raise the white flag in surrender and drop my pants, filling her completely. Letting out a deep breath, I cleared my head and remembered my mantra for the night–nice and slow. After all, it wasn’t very often that we were without all three kids for an entire night. The pleasure would definitely be worth the pain I was currently feeling down below.
“Keep those legs spread. I’ll be right back,” I said, walking away from the island.
“Where–where are you going?” She asked through ragged breaths.
“I think I’m in the mood for something more than just chocolate for dessert,” I teased, walking over to the fridge to grab the can of whipped cream. “I’m thinking about my very own sundae.”
Stalking back toward her, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to taste her. Giving the can a quick shake, I tipped it over to outline the lips of her pussy. Momentarily pausing to enjoy the view, I quickly dropped my head to her core tracing her outer lips with my tongue.
“God. Please Blake! Harder! You win! I need to come–now!” she yelled out.
At her request, I delved my tongue into her center, sucking and swirling her clit. After just a few moments, her hips began to buck and she screamed in pleasure. I continued my assault on her pussy until she came down from her orgasmic high.
Standing above her, I took pleasure in the faint smile on her lips. She slowly sat up, my eyes fixed on her heavy chest. “Can I have a taste?” she asked, pulling my lips toward hers.
This time it was her turn to assault me. Her lips sucking the mixture of her wetness and whipped cream off mine. Kissing my lips, her hands worked to unfasten my belt.
“I think it’s time to take this to the bedroom,” I breathed through heated kisses. “I think I’m done with taking this slow. It’s time to show you how hard I can be.”
“I think that sounds perfect,” Cass answered, wrapping herself around my torso. “Take me to the bedroom!”
“Your wish is my command,” I laughed, squeezing the firm globes of her ass.
Cassidy
“Shower,” I panted as Blake feverishly attacked my lips.
“Uh-uh, sex then shower,” he moaned. “I need to bury myself in you–now!”
“Shower sex?” I asked, raising a brow. “Think about it. It’s the best of both worlds.”
By the expression on his face, I knew I had him. There was no denying I was right about that.
“Although I like the way you think, Baby, there’s one problem,” he replied.
“What’s that?”
“I might bust a nut just thinking about water cascading down these perfect tits,” he moaned as he began feasting on my hardened nipples.
“Shower, now, please” I begged, arching my back as he carried me into the bathroom.
Blake sat me down on the vanity as he made quick work of removing his jeans, the tip of his cock springing free from the band of his briefs.
“Come here,” I requested, motioning towards him with my finger. “I can’t wait any longer either.”
He came toward me like a lion stalking its prey, like he was starving and I was his last supper.
Reaching for the tip of his cock, I swirled my finger around the head before lowering his briefs enough to free his length. Guiding his cock with my hands, I placed it at my center, begging him with my eyes to enter.
Gone was the slow and gentle Blake of earlier. Without wasting a second, he placed his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly before plowing into me and leaving me gasping for air. Only taking a moment for my walls to mold around him, he filled me completely as he continued pumping into me further. Looking into the floor-length mirror positioned behind Blake, I watched as he buried himself balls-deep into my pussy. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.
“Harder, harder,” I screamed.
He kept a rigorous pace, and after only a few minutes I could tell that he was getting close to his release. Using the counter to create friction, I rocked back and forth in order to speed up my own orgasm as he continued to thrust his hard cock into my wet, slippery core.
Bending down, he began nipping on my breasts. The double pleasure was too much and he soon sent me over the edge, my walls tightening and spasming around his girth. Slamming into me once more, Blake growled as he let go of his own release.
Flinging my head back, I sat motionless for several seconds trying to catch my breath.
“Looks like we didn’t make it to the shower after all,” Blake joked, breaking the silence.
“I thought we could save it for round two. Why don’t you turn on the water,” I sassed, playfully.
“Woman, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to kill me,” he said, turning on the faucet.
After Blake had properly pleasured me in the shower, and twice more in bed, I was spent. We spooned against each other for several minutes before Blake got up to use the bathroom. Lying in bed alone, my mind began swirling about what was actually happening between us.
We’d been casually seeing each other for quite some time now, but we hadn’t officially put a label on anything. I know he was faithful to me, just as I was faithful to him, but Blake insisted that he didn’t want to rush me into anything, but tonight definitely felt more intimate–more like we were making love.
Taking a deep breath, I sunk my head further into the pillow. Does Blake love me? Do I love Blake? My mind continued to race as I heard Blake come back into the room.
“You still awake?” he asked, the mattress sinking from his weight.
“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled, rolling to my side.
“I think we should talk,” he whispered.
Those were five words a girl never wanted to hear–especially with the significance of the next few days lingering over our heads. Nothing good ever came out of a conversation that began with those five words. How did I get things so wrong? Here I thought tonight meant something more while Blake was simply telling me goodbye. I got close to another man just for him to break my heart too.
“Cass, did you hear me?” he asked again. Instead of responding, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me away. I’d leave the goodbyes for another day.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Blake whispered as I slept.
Cassidy
AFTER MORE THAN a year in the court system, the asshole who’d taken Alyssa’s life would finally be sentenced today. It may have been selfish of me, but I was relieved when Blake told me the news that a plea bargain had been accepted. I feared what a trial may have done to our relationship–those demons and memories haunting us.
Blake didn’t talk much about the accident, and I didn’t want to pry. He’d been much better in the last few months opening up about his past with Alyssa, and I didn’t want to halt the progress we’d made. The very few details I knew about her death, I’d either gotten from Brooke, or from the Internet. I knew the man who’d killed Alyssa, Quint Michaelson, had a history of DUIs and didn’t even have a valid license at the time of the accident.
At first, I was hurt that Blake hadn’t confided in me. I was fearful that he’d run, just like every man before him. But, in the months we’d been together, he’d proven time and time again that he wasn’t like those other men. With each passing day, I was learning to trust Blake more and more. And, even though, neither of us had spoken the words, I knew I was in love with him.
Assuming it would be something he’d rather do alone, I was surprised when he’d asked me to travel back to New York with him for the sentencing.
After falling asleep in Blake’s arms, the night before last, we woke as if Blake had never mentioned needing to talk. I certainly didn’t want to press the issue, especially with the added stress of this day weighing him down. Truthfully, I was relieved when he seemed to have forgotten all about it.
Arriving at the courthouse more than forty-five minutes early, we checked through security and made our way into the empty courtroom. I took a seat on a long, wooden bench as Blake paced the length of the aisle, fidgeting with the knot of his tie.
Although we weren’t in the ideal location, I still took note of how delicious he looked wearing a light blue, button-down shirt which hugged his muscular arms and thick neck, and khaki slacks which perfectly outlined his trim waist. I watched him for a moment longer, thinking about what those same clothes would look like heaped on the bedroom floor, when he finally stopped, glancing in my direction.
“What’s on your mind?” he questioned, catching me in my gaze.
“Nothing, it’s not important,” I said, giving a half-smile. “Why don’t you sit down? You’re making me nervous with your pacing,” I added, patting the spot next to me.
