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Cass had never been so close to Andromeda as her sister went into a long-winded tangent about how Greg wasn't really her boss-boss per say and they'd run into each other in the bunks.
Chapter fifteen
A salacious article
Elliot
ElliotdroppedoffJessieat the house, actually using his truck for the first time in ages.Most of the time, he jogged where he needed to go.Half the time, he went to the field, to the grocer, and home.He didn't have the time most of the year to do anything that required driving.It was strange to be behind the wheel again but…when there are horns, riding in other people's car isn't a reality.Not without a perfectly placed sunroof.
He ended up home late in the afternoon, dropping onto his couch, and descending into the abyss.After several hours of keeping up with Jessie, fighting exhaustion when he was massaged and soaking in a hot tub, he stopped fighting.Draped over his couch like a blanket, Elliot turned off like a light.He didn't dream.Merely floating in his mind, he sank for hours.That was, until his brain kicked back on.It was like bobbing in an ocean inside his skull.At first, inky black, nothing but the abyss.Then, he'd sink and he was in a fight for his life with constricting sheets.He'd bob back up into the dark, then the wave of his dreams would crash over him and drag him deep into a thrashing world of voices calling his name and clothing trying to fight him.On the third wave, as he came down, he fell into a bed of silk sheets, and someone ran a palm across his chest.He groaned, his insides a tight, knotted mess.The hand traveled down across his belly.He recognized that hand.Cassie came into view, straddling his hips.He was inches away from grabbing her by the hips when his dream ended…with a hard snore.He'd snored so loud he woke himself up.
"Damnit," he huffed, clambering out of the sunken in hole of the couch he'd made.Drenched in sweat, cock hard as a rock, and dizzy from napping for hours, he fought for his life to get to his hooves.Stumbling to the bathroom, flipping on the lights speared his eyes.He grunted, covering them with one hand and flipping on the tap with another.After splashing his face, he worked steadily to adjust to the light.He dropped his hands down to his side.Clothes askew, sweat clinging to his face, his attention dropped to the current problem.His heat was back with a vengeance, and he was not getting it to go down.
Was she up?Would it be a shitty thing to ask her?He felt like a slimeball picking his phone out of his pocket and seeing her text messages on the screen, knowing he would have to send her that dreaded 'You up?WYD' text.However, he sighed with relief as he saw her last text message.
From: My GirlHow did it go with your heat?I'm hoping you're passed the fuck out, but let me know if you're alive.
He hit the dial button, noticing the time but hoping she was still awake.Cass picked up within two rings."Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, I hit the couch and dropped like a sandbag."He rubbed the back of his head.
"Me too, when you dropped me off, I just flopped in bed and became a lifeless body for several hours."He could hear the swift clicking and clacking of her keyboard slowly come to a stop before she let out an exhale."How did it go with Jessie?"
"Good, it was fun."He smiled, giddy butterflies filling his stomach."He enjoyed it, and I feel like we really got close again.It's been so long.We made plans next Saturday to go grab lunch with baby Rex too."
"Oh, that's amazing!I uh…well, funny you should say it, Andromeda, my sister, showed up today and we got to talk.Like really talk and it's so…you were right, you know, we just had to work on our own grass.I—thank you, Elliot."
He grinned from floppy ear to floppy ear, "I'm glad I helped."
There was a moment of sweet silence before Cass whispered, "Elliot… are you alright?"
"I don't want…" he sighed, his stomach twisting up."I don't want to sound like that kind of horndog, but—"
She barked with a laugh, "Elliot, why didn't you say something?I'll be right there.Text me your address."
"Cassie, you don't have to—" She cut him off a second time with a scoff.He swallowed his tongue, his cock throbbing as heat licked up his body.
"Elliot, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't be looking for clean pants at eleven o'clock at night."The sounds of her huffing, clearly bouncing her way into a pair of something filled the receiver.Then, with a smug chuckle, she continued, "Besides, I still haven't taken that knot yet."
He flushed heavily under his fluff, staring at himself in the reflection.With a deep groan from within his chest, he spoke, "Should I come get you?"
"Well, unless you want to fuck me in the bushes, it's probably best if I come to you."Her teasing washed him with cool, delicious shivers.She said goodbye, leaving him alone in the quiet of his bathroom.It took him about thirty seconds to flip on the faucet and jump into the shower.Elliot needed to scrub the nap off his face and the crusted massage oil off his chest.He'd never showered as hard or as fast as he did in that moment.Then, out of the shower, fluffing his body with the towel, he heard the doorbell.Elliot scrambled out of the bathroom, forgetting anything else but the pretty journalist behind his door.
He did, however, have a moment of forethought and glanced through the peephole.Cassie was on the other side, looking down at her phone.He ripped it open, and her eyes glanced up, frozen on his hips.She looked good enough to eat.Her curls were up in a ponytail at the top of her head.A pair of jeans that were painted onto her thick thighs and a ribbed tank top.A mini backpack was slung over her shoulder."Oh," She tucked her phone away in her back pocket, stepping inside."You should have called me sooner."
Elliot shut the door behind her, the resounding click filling the air.Her bag hit the ground with a thud.Cassie put a palm against his chest, pushing his back into the door.With a grunt, all his muscles relaxed as her other palm wrapped around as much of him as she could.Stroking him softly, Cassie whispered."Elliot?"
"I…I dreamed of you," he confessed with a wheeze.
"Mmm, and what was I doing in this dream of yours?"She wrapped both palms around his cock and tugged.His hips bucked toward her, eyes rolling back in his head.She went from knot to tip, delicious pressure consuming him.
"You were riding me."He rutted into her touch sharply, wanting more than anything to be engulfed by her.Cassie grabbed his knot and he saw stars.
"Well, saddle up, cowboy."He sputtered as she cackled, grabbing him by the fur on his chest and dragging him across the room."Listen, I was scrambling for something slick to say, okay?I'm a journalist, not an improv actor."
He laughed all the way down onto his bench.His townhouse was built like a mini gym on the first floor.Other than his couch and the massive rug, everything else was equipment.She knocked the bar out of its holster and it clattered to the floor.Normally, he would try to educate her on proper equipment etiquette… but then she tugged her jeans off and tossed them across the room.He didn't have the words to say or a single thought outside ofhop on me now, please.She straddled his lap as he lay down onto the ruby red leather bench.Elliot grabbed her by the hips and ripped her across his chest to his face.Her hands slapped against the leather above his head, gasping for air.
He did say she looked good enough to eat, and he was a growing boy, he needed all the pussy he could eat.Elliot swiped his tongue through her slit, reveling in the taste of her desire.It coated his tongue and he groaned.Cassie scraped her fingernails across the bench.Elliot circled her clit, moaning the whole time as she bucked against his tongue.When his tongue grew sloppier than was helpful, he thrust it inside of her.Throwing his arms around her thighs, he spread her drenched lips more and pressed his thumb to her clit.Cassie's shriek of delight made his cock pulse, "Elliot!"
