Page 43 of It Just Feels Right

I lean my forehead against hers. “I wish…”

When I stop, she leans her head back to look in my eyes. “What? You wish what?”

“Forget it… it’s sick and twisted, and it’s my own issue.”

Her curiosity is piqued. “What is it, Baker. What do you wish?”

I reach down between us. Cassie is wearing a skirt and I slide my hands up her thighs and cup her sex. “I wish my cum was seeping out of you when we go down there—”

She gasps, and I stop. “I know. See, I told you it was sick and twisted. I just need to claim you, Cass. Ineed to know when we go down there, you’re mine. I want you to feel my seed leaking between your legs. I want your cream all over my dick as I sit across the table from him.” I blow out an aggravated breath. “You’re mine, Cass.”

Her eyes light up, and she reaches for my belt buckle. “Do it. I want that too.”

She undoes my belt and pants, shoves them to my thighs, and then raises her skirt up. She barely gets her panties off and I have her bent over the bed, ass in the air, and I impale her on my cock. She takes me easily because I’m finding that Cassie is always ready for me.

I thrust into her, and she moans. She turns her head into the bed to silence her noises, but I thrust harder. Fuck, I want them all to hear me satisfy her. I’m like a beast unleashed as I pound into her. Her back arches, and she slams her body back into me with each thrust. I reach around, and I barely touch her swollen clit before I feel her spasm around me. We come, and I don’t stop until I’ve painted her insides with my cum.

It was quick and dirty, but I think it’s what both of us needed.

I pull out of her and help her stand up. Her hair is everywhere. Her makeup is smudged, but she’s smiling with satisfaction. I smooth her hair down, and then I grab her panties and she steps into them. Before I cover her pussy, I pierce her with my finger and then paint her pussy and thighs with my spunk that is trying to escape. “Mine,” I tell her.

She doesn’t complain. As she pulls down her skirt, I look down at my cock, covered in her sweet honey. I pull up my underwear and pants and buckle my belt.

She’s watching me, and the possessiveness I feel for her takes over. “You look like you were just fucked.”

I expect her to admonish me or freak out, but she doesn’t. I lift my shirt and use it to wipe the mascara from her eyes. “You ready?”

She nods, and I can’t resist. I kiss her like my life depends on it, and when her lips are nice and swollen, I grab her hand. “Let’s go.”

Cassie’s face is red as we descend the stairs. Before we get into sight, I bring our hands up, kiss her fingers, and then reluctantly let her hand go.

When we walk into the living room, my dad is looking at me with raised eyebrows. Dick is sitting on the couch looking disgruntled, and Brook boundsout of her seat and comes for Cassie. I hear her whisper, “It’s like that, is it?”

Cassie turns a deeper shade of red, and I puff my chest out. There’s absolutely no shame coming from me.

Brandi walks in and claps her hands together, completely clueless to the climate in the room. “All right, everyone. Dinner’s ready.” She turns to me. “What are you doing here?”

I open my mouth, but Cassie beats me to it. “I invited him to OUR family dinner, Brandi.”

I nod as Brandi grits her teeth. “Well, I’ll grab another place setting.”

We all go into the dining room, and I physically put Cassie into a seat and then sit right next to her. Brook sits across the table. Dad sits in his normal seat, and Dick is left standing at the lone seat without a place setting.

Brandi is all huffy as she comes in, seeing what we all did, but I could give two fucks. If she wants to be hospitable to the guy, that’s on her. No one else will.

As the dishes start to get passed around, there’s an awkward silence that settles around the table. Cassieleans forward. “Brook, did you tell Mom and Ryan about your new job?”

She was so excited about it the other day, but now she’s very melancholy about the whole thing. “Yeah, I got the job.”

Brandi turns her nose up. “At the bar?”

Brook rolls her eyes. “No, actually I’ll be working for Walker as his assistant.”

When Brook mentions Walker, one of the most powerful men in Whiskey Run, she perks up. “The Walker?”

Richard pipes up. “I’m looking for a new job. I wonder if he’s hiring.”

And just like that, awkward silence ensues. I stab at the meat on my plate and take a bite even though I’ve completely lost my appetite. The man sitting across from me disrespected Cassie, and I can’t let him get away with it. “What do you drive, Dick?”

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