Page 7 of Frost Bitten
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” I reply; and I think my heart lightened just the littlest bit, knowing I didn’t have to do anything for anyone else over the next couple of days.
FOUR
BAST
Has it really been that long? It’s been seven fucking days since the shitshow that was Halloween. I can’t believe Corey and I let Cam convince us of his anxiety-riddled suspicions about Cait. This girl has done nothing but try her hardest to move on with her life. It doesn’t matter what we thought of her, or how she was going to affect us, she was our friend before anything else, and we legit abandoned her in that haunted house, knowing it was her worst fear. Guilt at that alone has left me in a morose mood. I’ve blatantly avoided the guys, punishing myself with our conditioning workouts. No one says a word when we’re in the gym, including Corey, which is weird as fuck. That asshole can never shut his mouth. This must be affecting him just as much as me.
I have no idea how Cameron is taking this past week. He seemed to be in shock for a few days, but since then he’s been his normal, moody self. He doesn’t talk a lot unless we’re letting loose, so his closed-off behavior isn’t too abnormal. For Cait’s sake, though, I hope he feels like the scum of the earth.
I saw her first that night, while we waited for her on the path. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. But when she wouldn’t make eye contact, and she was clutching her shirt, I knew something was wrong. When I called out to her and tried to approach her, she simply ignored me, which made my concern flare even more. Cait was not one to be closed off. She was happy and very open with her feelings. When those stone-cold, steel-colored eyes met mine, I could already feel the abandonment we’d forced onto her. I could sense she was shuttered, and that she would not talk. I chose to just stick with her, to prevent her from being alone anymore. It was the least I could do.
When the guys finally caught up, their emotions were too wild, and they interrogated her. Fucking assholes. Even if she hadn’t been assaulted, she was traumatized by the haunted house as well. She gave it to us straight, with as few details as possible, though. We were in a public location; I wouldn’t want details like that there.
We continued toward the front, and when I spoke softly to offer comfort, I hoped she’d give us something because my brothers were panicking as they caught up with us. Even Cam, at that moment, was confused. No one could make heads or tails of what had happened in the last ten minutes.
And then we had to experience Ella and Ashton’s wrath. I don’t blame them. We were absolute idiots, and I’m definitely including myself in that. There is no way I wouldn’t be mad if someone had left my sister Nicole alone, and she ended up being assaulted. Fuck, we are lucky we were in a public place. I would let him kick my ass no matter where, but getting thrown out and possibly arrested for disturbing the peace is not what I’d consider a fun night. Though, I would suffer through anything to protect her from enduring whatever hell she’d been through again.
As I sit out on my pool deck on a Sunday evening, I reflect on this past week. I haven’t been able to do anything to help Cait, but I feel like punishing myself is the least I could do. Reliving her pain, knowing I had a chance at preventing it. All I had to do was say “no,” or refuse to leave her. I could have been the one to prevent her from experiencing that nightmare, and I’ll never let myself live it down. I pick myself up and walk inside, grabbing a lettuce-wrapped sandwich Ms. Sally, our cook, left for me before I head up to my room. Lately, food hasn’t had much flavor, so the lettuce doesn’t bother me. Dominic has tightened our nutrition plan, and whether it’s retaliation or just for training, I’m not arguing. I’m sure the food tastes amazing, but the trauma I’ve helped cause has poisoned my appetite.
I get through my lackluster meal and set the plate aside to take back down later. I lie back on my bed and consider just how much Cait has impacted my life. This gorgeous, bright, positive person walked into our little circle and scrambled our lives as we knew them. She wasn’t malicious about it, either. She’s just the shake-up that we needed, and we didn’t even recognize it until it was too late. This sexy creature was completely here for all of us – almost two weeks ago, she walked in and blew my mind. That sexy-as-hell witch costume had me hard the moment I spotted her. I almost choked on my drink when I saw her see-through top and the way that skirt floated when it brushed against the top of her thighs. I thought I’d be able to see what color panties she was wearing if the skirt swished the wrong – or right – way. Those fishnets only elongated her legs, and the platform boots she was wearing were perfectly her. I wished I could have just claimed her right there, but she wasn’t mine. Not yet, at least.
Fuck, thinking about her that night has me hard as a rock. I don’t deserve to come while thinking of her, but my body can’t help its reaction to the goddess that Cait Monroe has become for me. That new, bright pink hair is perfect for her personality and only brought out her wild side even more. I crave that from her, her sense of adventure. I’m the planner when it comes to anything more than a week in advance, so her spontaneity drives me crazy, just like her beauty.
The fact that we screwed her over is eating at me. I hope she doesn’t think that I would deliberately hurt her. The fact that this dude put his hands on her makes me want to track her down and comfort her, but I also want to ruin this guy’s life. Fuck him for touching her, he will never get her. Right then and there, I decide I need to see her. It’s too late tonight, but I will go see her tomorrow, and hopefully, my begging for forgiveness will soften her heart. I need her like I need air to breathe. She is my whole world; her love is my gravity, constantly pulling me to her presence. I just can’t stay away from her anymore.
With that new resolve to make amend, and hope fluttering in my chest, I reach down and palm my cock. Fuck, just thinking of the way she danced with me. The way her body moved feeds my daydreams of what she would look and feel like riding me. Her curves fill my palms, and her soft skin is a tease to my soul. I let my mind wander to the way her smooth legs feel under my hands, and as I lower my sweats and free my dick, my eyes flutter closed, and I imagine what she might do if she were here. I fantasize that she climbs onto my bed, crawling between my legs and straddling my waist. Fuck, her wicked, sinful moves on the dance floor translate to my imagination, and I can see her straddling my hips, swiveling and grinding down to pull pleasure for herself and teasing me, too.
My fantasy continues as Cait lifts and moves back, gripping my hard-on with her tiny little hands. I grip my dick just like I imagine she would do, mimicking my mind’s vision of this temptress. She leans down, running her tongue along the underside of my cock, and I drag a finger along the line I envision her tongue making, causing chills to run through my body. I think about how her mouth would be so warm and wet, and how velvety her tongue would feel swirling around my hard shaft. I dream of her taking all of me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. The slightly gagging sensation my mind creates for her stirs a fire in my gut. I’ve never thought that was overly attractive, but thinking of Cait gagging on my cock is hastily encouraging my body’s reaction.
I steadily pump my length, but the illusion of her bobbing up and down is just too much. I stop with a fist gripping myself tightly to stave off the reaction she is drawing from me without even actually being here. Fuck, if I ever get my hands on her, if she ever allows me to touch her, I vow to always please her, touch her, and to forever worship her.
With more control over my body, I dive back into the fantasy. The vision of her climbing back on top of me, straddling me, and slowly sinking onto my cock almost triggers the end by itself. So I pause, still hanging on with a firm grip, to fight my thoughts of what her pussy might feel like. Fuck, I bet she’s tight. I bet she gets so wet, and I’d be able to slip inside, her walls hugging my cock. And when she begins to move?Fuck me, I’m sure I’ll be done. I pump myself with the same rhythm I imagine Cait grinding on top of me. I imagine how she’d balance herself on my chest, while tipping her head back with moans of ecstasy escaping those glorious lips. When I visualize her picking up speed, and preparing her own body for release, I do the same with my hand. God damn it, I better last longer if I actually get to experience her because just this fantasy has me on the edge within minutes.
I can just hear her breathy moans in my head, panting, chanting, “Yes! Yes!” When I imagine her sultry voice yelling out my name, I can’t hold back, and I erupt, making a complete mess all over my stomach. I lie there, the vision of my angel dissipating before my eyes. I groan to myself, knowing I won’t be able to jerk off again without that vision in my head. I resolve to make things better for all of us; I’ll have to. Corey mentioned the possibility of some sort of joint dating situation, so I need to confirm with him before I specifically approach her about that, but first, we need her forgiveness. I feel like there is a rift there. I know she was attacked, but I can’t help but think she’s pulling away, and I don’t know why. I just wish I had that rapport with her; I feel if I had known her better, I might have been able to prevent all of this. I care, but it’s like she doesn’t trust us, and I can see why. I wish I could pull her into my arms and comfort her.
* * *
I finally pull myself out of bed and head into my adjoining en suite. Quickly showering, I am determined to track her down tomorrow. Corey has been a miserable mess, and it’s time I took charge and humbly ask for her forgiveness, in hopes of moving on at some point.
The next day, I get dressed and ready for the day, blowing off my meetings. I’ve decided to go camp out at Lift and see if she shows up to work. I’ll text Cameron once I get there, but my focus right now is just getting out the door. I grab a beanie and jacket, then head down to the garage to jump into my Land Rover. My sleek, white beast is perfect for the mountains, but I love how pretty she is, too. She drives so smoothly, and she’s perfect for driving in situations when my Duc isn’t ideal. I wish I could ride more, but snow isn’t the best condition for riding a motorcycle.
I pull into the last spot I see along Lift’s storefront and head inside. I stand looking at the menu for a bit, just taking in the scene of the coffee bar and bakery shelves, waiting to see if I can catch her working. After several minutes, I come to the conclusion that she isn’t here; but if she does work today, it should be soon, so I order a coffee and sit at a table out of the way. I immediately text Cam, letting him know I’ll be late and not sure when I’ll be into work.
Yo, dude, I won’t be there first thing.
Cam
Ok? Why? What’s up?
I’ve got something personal to handle.
Cam
Fine. But go by Corey’s house and drag him in once you’re done. I’m tired of him moping. He needs to pick himself up.
You don’t understand, bro. He fell hard, and he’s not only hurting because of Cait’s rejection, but he’s also disappointed and ashamed of himself. He’s mad he let you talk him into that plan, and this is his way of punishing himself.
Cam
