Page 87 of Proof

“JJ—” Cass began to say as I released his dick from his jeans. His protest was weak, and he did nothing to physically stop me. As much as I truly would have liked to have Cass fuck me in the back seat of his car, there really wasn’t enough time for that. But just like all the other ways we’d found to be with each other, we could make this work.

I had the condom on Cass’s hard dick in seconds and then I was pulling his thick shaft to the back of my throat. Since I’d been born with no gag reflex, I was able to suck his dick down my throat on the first pass. I made sure to hold on to the condom as I urged his body to release him from the tight coil that had him under its powerful spell. He was grunting and groaning as he shoved his dick into my eager mouth.

“JJ, fuck… don’t stop. Don’t stop!” Cass cried out as he hung on the precipice of agonizing, blissful, and much needed relief. His fingers were wound in my hair tight enough to sting, but knowing that he was so out of control that he didn’t realize he was doing it just made me more eager to finish him off.

I could feel the moment Cass’s body gave in to the pleasure. He shoved into me once, twice, and then held my head down thethird time as his dick jerked in my mouth. He let out a string of more curse words as his jizz filled the condom. I could feel the warmth of his release through the latex barrier and wished like hell I could have felt his cum sliding down my throat.

I slowly pulled my mouth along his sensitive shaft one last time and then disposed of the condom. Cass hadn’t said a word, but his face and body spoke volumes. While a quick glance at my watch showed that the entire encounter hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes, I knew we had to get moving. I carefully tucked his sensitive cock back into his jeans and did them up. I kissed him softly to pull him out of the haze of pleasure that still hung over him.

“Sweetheart, we need to get moving,” I reminded him. It took several long seconds for the fog to lift. When Cass’s eyes met mine, he still seemed lost in a heavy mist. He was expressionless and that scared me. Had I done something wrong? Was he pissed because I’d started the whole thing in the driveway of his grandmother’s home?

The silence brought all my insecurities and self-doubt back to the surface, but before they could take hold, Cass was once again dragging me across the console. His hungry, demanding kiss held the promise of things to come. He released me just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, put the car in gear, and slammed down on the gas pedal.

As the Mustang surged forward, I looked around to find something to clean the cum off my body. My shirt had ended up getting tucked under my armpits, so it was still dry, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“There’s a rag in the glove compartment,” Cass said as he gave me a cheeky grin. I grabbed the rag and began wiping at the now cool, sticky mess covering my upper body. As I slowly wiped away the proof of what we had just done, my mind wandered tothe night before when Cass and I had made love for what he’d calledourfirst time.

His simple yet powerful declaration had taken something from me. Something I’d been happy to say goodbye to for the rest of my life.

The voice.

The insidious voice in my head that had told me it was okay to go to places like Tank’s and let guys fuck me. The voice that never failed to remind me that I’d never again be able to do the job I’d worked so hard for and that had made my father beam with pride. Then it would conveniently remind me that the pursuit of becoming a cop hadn’t beenmydream and that I’d been too much of a coward to take my father’s dream away from him.

I still had doubts and insecurities like everyone else and, just like everyone else, those would probably be with me for the rest of my life. It was how I reacted to those things that had changed.

That Cass had helped me change.

With actions.

With determination.

With words.

He’d never given up on me even though he’d had plenty of reasons to. But when he’d talked about something being forus, I’d truly, deeply understood that his love for me wasn’t compartmentalized like so many of the other things in his mind were. I’d fallen asleep in Cass’s arms a new and happy man. I’d woken up that way too, also in his arms.

Cass’s chuckle pulled me from my thoughts. Holy hell, had I spoken any of what I’d been thinking out loud? I instantly thought about how inappropriate my behavior just minutes earlier had been. God, did I remind him of the JJ who’d visited Tank’s night after night?

“Cass, I’m sorry. I was just so horny—” I blurted before I could stop myself.

He laughed and shot me a wink before saying, “I can say without a doubt,thatwas the first time I’veeverenjoyed the drive up to this place.”

I gave him a grin just as we cleared the line of trees on each side of the driveway and entered the roundabout for a massive house unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I hadn’t missed the fact that Cass had called the mansion aplace, not a home. I kind of had to agree with him. Calling the mansion a house didn’t work either because the massive structure looked more like a museum than anything else. Everything was perfect but not in a good way. It was all too perfect. There wasn’t a single thing out of place. No weeds in sight, no section of grass untrimmed, no dirt on the driveway.

Despite the warm, sunny day, the man waiting at the bottom of the steps leading up to the front door wore a striking black suit. Not a single hair was out of place, and he held himself straight and stiff with his arms behind his back and a grim expression pasted on his face. Two valet attendants who appeared from seemingly nowhere opened the car doors for us. They were just as pristinely dressed but wore white gloves. They too had suits on, ties included. Every move was curt but graceful. The men reminded me more of government agents than guys who parked cars for a living.

“Leave it here, please,” Cass instructed the valet on his side of the car. “Renly,” he said with a nod when he approached the statue-like man by the steps.

“Mr. Ashby,” Renly responded as he gave Cass a respectful nod. Despite looking like he belonged in Buckingham Palace, there was something off about the perfectly groomed and dignified man. He remained rigid even after Cass’s friendly greeting. From what Cass had told me, Renly had been withthe Ashbys for more than twenty years and yet there was no true warmth in his eyes when greeting Patricia Ashby’s beloved grandson.

I figured the man was like everyone else in the city. He believed Cass had committed murder and gotten away with it but was forced to treat him as he did other family members.

“Your grandmother will be pleased to see you again,” the man said as he motioned to the steps leading up to the huge double wooden doors that were at least twice my height. Cass intentionally didn’t introduce me to Renly, but I had no doubt the man knew exactly who I was.

Renly confirmed it a few seconds later when he said, “Officer Ferguson.” There was no nod for me, and he didn’t wait for me to precede him up the stairs.

“It’s just Ferguson now,” I commented. “You can call me JJ.” I kept my voice friendly and made sure there wasn’t even an ounce of concern in my tone. I had one job to do while Cass visited his grandmother.

Observe.

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