Page 4 of Cruel Promise
Does she expect me to answer? I can hardly think let alone form coherent words when she’s naked and touching me like this.
I shake my head and turn to face her. Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I tug her in close, smashing her breasts to my chest. Kasey’s lips part on a gasp and I lean forward biting at her full bottom lip. She jerks back at the sting but my grip on her keeps her in place.
“No. I’m not tired.” Not anymore.
I had to leave early this morning. Coach has me coming in for physical therapy at five am followed by weight training before my classes start while my shoulder recovers.
Between the early mornings, practice, and the marathon of sex with Kasey, I’ve been lucky to grab four or five hours of sleep each night, but seeing her like this and feeling her body pressed into mine pushes thoughts of sleep to the furthest recesses of my mind.
“Why? Did you miss me?” I quirk a brow enjoying the irritation that flashes across her face.
“Definitely not.” She snaps.
“Oh really?”
Her expressions turns haughty. “Really.”
Dipping my head, I capture her lips, taking my time to taste and explore her mouth. She hums in approval, delicate hands wrapping around my neck as she lifts up on the tips of her toes to deepen the kiss but Kasey is not the one in control right now.
To hell if she thinks I’ll be the one to submit and relinquish the reins.
“So that must be why you’re desperately trying to climb me like a tree. Because you didn’t miss me.”
Kasey pushes against my chest and this time, I release her.
“Fuck you, Dom.”
I snort. “Baby girl. What have I been doing?”
Nostrils flaring she folds her arms over her chest. She wants to tell me off but she wants me to fuck her more, which reminds me, “Aaron gets back tomorrow.”
I’m not telling her anything she doesn’t already know. She heard enough of our conversation to realize we’re running out of time. We can’t keep sneaking around like this. It’s one thing with him gone, but I live with the guy. If we keep doing what we’re doing, he’s bound to find out about it and we both agreed at the start of all of this that that could never happen.
There are too many years of friendship there to just throw it down the drain.
Kasey rocks back on her heels and raises her gaze to mine, scowling at me through a thick veil of blond lashes. “Your point?” She isn’t fooling anyone with that tone.
She’s just as concerned about her brother finding out about us as I am.
“And that means you can’t lie naked in my bed all day anymore.” No matter how much I enjoy having her in it. I don’t like people in my space. Whenever I hooked up with a chick before, I made it a point to go back to their place instead of mine so I could avoid the awkward moment post orgasm when you hand the girl her clothes and offer to call her a ride. This way, I leave when I’m done and I come off as less of an asshole when I tell them I have early practice, otherwise I’d stay.
Complete and utter bullshit but it makes chicks feel better.
When it comes to Kasey though, none of that seems to happen. She comes to my place more than I ever go to hers. And after we both find our release, I wind up pinning her close to my chest and demanding that she stay.
I’d be a dick if I didn’t, right? She’s sleeping with me to help with her grief. Kicking her out of my bed would be in bad taste. I can be cruel. But I’m notthatcruel.
Jutting out her bottom lip, Kasey lifts one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Fine. I’ll lay naked in my bed all day. We can…” she waves a hand in the air, “dothis,over there.”
“Screw?” I ask. “You’re suggesting we screw back at your place?” Pretty sure I heard that wrong.
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “Yeah. Why not?”
Closing my eyes, I count to ten, praying for strength I do not have because while it is a terrible idea—and one sure to blow up in our faces—it could be worse. I think. But has she thought this through? The last time we hooked up at her place we were nearly caught.
“Or,” I suggest. “You could stop hiding and deal with your shit.” I move to tuck a blond curl behind her ear, but she jerks away from me, meeting my words with a fierce glower.
“I’m not hiding,” she snaps. “I like sex. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
