Page 39 of Hounds Ascend
“I needed this.” I reach across the table for Cass’s hand.
“Good. I’m glad I could help. But, if you think this made you feel better, just wait.”
Iamwaiting. I’m beyond excited to see his house. Before I let myself get caught up in thoughts of what it will look like andwhat we can do to it to make it mine, too, I remember I have a question. Well, I have many questions, but this is the main one bothering me right now.
“Where are Clayton and Brock? They didn’t leave did they?”
“They had something to take care of today. They’ll be back around tomorrow. No, baby. Don’t worry, neither one of them is going to leave without saying goodbye to you.” He rubs his thumb over my hand back and forth in a soothing motion.
Our food is at the table within ten minutes and Cass was right. The food is delicious. That’s the best hamburger steak I can remember having. Either that, or it tastes so damn good because I’m starving half to death and can’t remember the last time I ate. We finish our meal quickly and are back on the road. Fifteen minutes later, after we go through the outskirts of Hammond and make umpteen turns, we finally end up in a nice subdivision that’s small and spread out.
The small, cozy homes with pretty front yards and brick frontings are beautiful. Then I see it. The only house in the subdivision that’s gawk-worthy. It’s dark and no lights shine from inside and there aren’t any vehicles in the driveway. Cass turns intothatdriveway. I’m trying to pick my jaw up off the concrete when Cass pulls into a large, open carport and kills the bike.
A motion light illuminates the carport.
“Let’s go check it out. What do you say?”
I wait for Cass to step off before setting my helmet down this time. I’m speechless and in awe of the beauty of this house.He takes me by the hand and we walk into the front yard. The house is solid white with dark shutters. It’s hard to tell whether they’re blue or black with how dark it is outside. For me, it has a modern-day plantation feel to it without the actual plantation to go with it. Multiple medium sized trees line the roadside, giving us a good bit of privacy.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” Cass says, jogging towards the front door. Ten seconds later, the entire front of the house is lit up. I stare in awe of the beautiful home that sits in front of me. I watch as Cass stalks toward me from the house, falling more in love with him every second.
“Thisis your house?” I ask when he makes it back to where I’m standing.
He wraps an arm around my waist and looks me in the eyes. “No, baby. This isourhouse. I just bought it…for you.”
Chapter Seven
Lilly
“You bought this whole fucking thing?” I ask as we walk through the large, empty house.
“Well, they wouldn’t let me buy a piece of it, so yeah. I kind of bought the whole fucking thing,” he says, mimicking me.
I pin him with a “go-to-hell” look and continue looking through the house with him next to me. The beautiful, aged, hardwood floors are spread throughout the entire house, aside from one small spot that has a rustic-like tile. There’s even a wine room. The master bedroom is the only room in the house, thus far, that has any sort of furniture. A California king sits in the center of the far wall that’s made up of brick. Adorned with a solid white, weighted comforter and an array of pillows, it screams comfort. In addition, it houses an entire wall that isn’t a wall at all. It’s made of glass doors and windows, looking directly into the backyard that houses a large in-ground pool.
“We have a pool!”
“Yes. After I learned how much you loved the beach, I had to make sure you had a pool at home. And guess what? It’s heated.”
“Seriously? Oh, baby that’s so fucking awesome”
I explore eachroom like a dog in a new place. Once I’ve completed the tour of the first floor, I drag Cass upstairs to see what the second story consists of. Four of the five bedrooms are upstairs along with a guest bathroom. The marble countertops set off the feel of the room perfectly. Each new area of the house I walk into feels surreal. Is this really ours? This house? This is the house that I’m going to call home.
“So, is it safe to say I did good?” Cass asks once I’ve seen every inch of the inside.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely. I love it, baby. I really love it. I can’t wait to make it home.”
“You know what the best way totrulymake this place feel like home is, right?”
A dark smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I reach for his hand and walk backward into the open master bedroom. I lead him to the bed and fall back onto it, pulling him down on top of me. Before my back hits the bed, his lips are on mine, his hands roaming down to unbutton my jeans.
My hands shove at his cut, and he sits up, quickly pushing it off his shoulders and tearing his shirt over his head before he’s back on top of me, tongue crashing into my mouth once more. The electric shock of his kiss sends heat straight to my core and makes me ache for what’s to come. I’ve felt so empty without him inside of me, knowing he’s there…waiting…ready. My hand reaches between us, and I stroke his length through his blue jeans.
A loud, guttural moan sounds from his throat at my touch.His hands are on my hips, this time he’s shoving my shirt and bra upward, exposing my breasts. My back arches as the pad of his thumb rubs a perfect circles over my taut nipple before pinching it, then giving it a tug. It’s my turn to moan at his touch, my nipple pebbling beneath his fingers.
I glide my hand toward the zipper of his jeans and fumble with it and the stubborn button until I finally get it undone. I shove his boxers and jeans down together, one side at a time while he kisses down my jawline to my neck. Fuck. He makes it hard for me to focus on what I’m doing when he makes me feel so fucking good. I twitch when his tongue snakes out and grazes my earlobe, tainting my smooth skin with goose bumps. The heat of his mouth on me is tantalizing, but the lack thereof drives me mad when he moves from one place to the next.
I have forgotten my intention of getting his pants down his legs, realizing I stopped at his thighs while being distracted by his mouth. Focusing back on my original goal, I finish pushing his pants down and my hand finds his length, hard and ready for me. The silky wetness on the tip of his cock tells me he’s as ready for me as I am for him. My thumb passes over it, spreading it around in circles. Cass’s mission to kiss me while I do that is quickly aborted.
