Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, and turns my face towards her. “I kinda missed you too,” she admits.

I lean down, and hear her breaths quicken. “Dance with me,” I whisper. Her head bobs up and down, and she steps into me just as a slower song comes on, a heavy base thrumming throughout the packed club . But I don’t notice anyone else. They all fade away, and I can see, touch, feel and breathe is Cassey. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, besides the obvious, and I fear that our ‘boundaries’ are no longer as clear as they should be. I push the concern out of my mind, and give my full attention to Cassey as our bodies meld together to the heavy beat of the music. Gripping her wait tighter, I slip my knee between her legs, and grind my hips. Her one arm wraps around my neck and her other rests between our bodies on my chest. I lower my head, and bring my mouth to her neck. I lick and suck, enjoying the salty sweet taste that is distinctly Cassey. My other hand cups her butt, and he lowers onto my knee, rubbing herself on the hard denim. My cock is hard, and hearing her little breaths only makes it worse. If we weren’t completely surrounded by a sea of people, I’d strip her naked and take her right here, no questions asked. She massages my neck, and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “Take me home,” she murmurs. “Now.”

“What about Quinn?” I ask. I’m horny as fuck, and hard as hell, but I’m not about to leave Cassey’s best friend in this club alone.

Cassey purses her lips, and then says, “Wait for me by the bar, I’ll go find Quinn.”

I give her a kiss, and then watch her leave before heading back towards the bar.

“Kyler Knight.”

I turn to face the person calling my name, and visibly tense when I come fate-to-face with Andrew Blake. The same asshole who took Cassey to his parent’s anniversary party a few weeks ago and then ignored her all night. “Blake,” I reply, my voice tight. This guy is a Class A prick, and I can’t stand him.

“I saw you dancing with Cassey,” he says, a malevolent grin spreading across his face.

“And?”

“I always knew you had a thing for my sloppy seconds,” he snickers. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I grind out.

“Cassey didn’t tell you?”

I frown. “Tell me what?”

“The night of my parents anniversary party. I fucked Cassey.”

He’s lying, because I saw Cassey leave with Quinn, and then stumbled across Drew going at it with some other blonde bimbo in the janitors closet. The asshole was so drunk, he probably doesn’t even remember.

“Nice try, Blake, but you’re lying.”

“Are you sure?” he goads. “Because I’m pretty sure it was her whispering in my ear, begging me to fuck her harder.”

He’s pushing me. Testing to see how much I can take before I crack. I know he’s lying, but it doesn’t stop me from me from remembering how Cassey really sounds when she’s asking to be fucked harder. What Drew doesn’t realize, is that Cassey doesn’t say it that way. She doesn’t say anything at all, actually. She uses her body to tell me what she wants by digging her nails into my butt, biting my shoulders and pulling me into her until I’m buried balls deep. I bet she’d sound sexy saying the words “fuck me harder” but the thought of her saying it with someone else makes me see red.

I open my mouth to speak, ready to tell this fucker to go to hell, when I see Cassey, Quinn and Drew’s younger brother, Jarred, approaching us. Cassey sees the anger on my face, and walks towards me cautiously. Quinn and Jarred look between me and Drew, confused by our sudden stand off. “Everything okay?” Cassey asks, looking up at me. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes probe mine.

“Yeah,” I reply. “You ready to go?”

Her lips twitch and she nods. I wrap my arm around her waist protectively, and Drew mutters, “Whore,” under his breath. Our heads whip up, but before I can throw the first punch, Jarred lands his fist on Drew’s jaw, knocking him flat on his ass. People step[ away, gasping, while Drew glares up at his brother.

“What the fuck?” Drew yells.

“It’s time for you to leave,” Jarred grinds out. He gives his brother a pointed stare. Drew stands up, and wipes his mouth before stomping off. Cassey whispers in Quinn’s ear, and then says goodbye. She disappears into the crowd, and Jarred follows. I feel Cassey’s hand slip into mine and we turn to leave.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Cassey asks quietly, as we climb into the town car.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” I tell her. I kiss the back of her hand hoping it will placate her. I can see the disbelief in her eyes, and as much I hate keeping jot from her, she doesn’t need to know what Drew said. He’s not worth it, and Cassey deserves so much better.

We’re silent when we enter my apartment, but I don’t mind it. It’s perfect for what I have in mind. Cassey turns to face me, and asks, “Are we okay?” There’s more to her question than merely words. I know she’s worried about what will happened when she moves out tomorrow. The truth is, I don’t really know, and for the first time it bothers me. Nothing with Cassey is black and white anymore. But for tonight, I won’t worry about it, and I won’t allow her to either. I nod once and pull her face closer to mine. I kiss her lips, gently, and then lead her to my bedroom. We remain silent, and I begin removing Cassey’s dress, starting at the top, and dragging the zip down. I kiss her bare back, and smile against her skin when she shivers. I slide the dress off, leaving her in only a black thong.

My hands travel up her sides, and I cup her breasts. She turns in my arms and starts undressing me, until we’re both wearing nothing but our underwear. I lift her up, and her mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, embedding her mark. Our tongues dance, and probe, savoring each others’ taste. Cassey’s hardened nipples rush against my chest, and she moans, deep into my mouth so that I inhale it. I lower us onto my bed, her legs opening for me with ease, and I rub my hard cock over her wet cleft. Her hands rake over my back, and she grips my hair, making a feral sound escape my lips. Our mouths part, exchanging heavy breaths, and she looks into my eyes. Something about this feels more intimate than anything we’ve ever done before. Lowering my head, I trail wet kisses down her neck, and over her racing pulse. I slip my hand between us, and touch her pussy, finding it ready for me. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a condom, and roll it on quickly before falling back between Cassey’s legs. Her hands become frantic, and she grabs my butt, sliding my boxer briefs down my legs. I rip her thong off, and she claws at me, feeling as hungry and eager as I do. Her hand wraps around my hard length, and she guides me to her wet entrance.

“Ohhhh,” she moans, as I push into her. I watch her face contort in pleasure, her eyes pinched closed and her lips parted.

“God, Cass,” I breathe out. “You feel so fucking perfect, baby.”

“Kyler,” she sucks in a breath, “I need you… oh God… to move, please.” I take her left hand in mine and thread our fingers together next to her head. I start moving my hips, sliding in and out of her slick heat at a torturously slow pace. I’m torturing myself, as much I’m torturing her, for no other reason than my need to make this last. I sink into her, and instead of pulling back out, I circle my hips. The tip of my cock hits her sweet spot, once, twice and then again. She throws her head back; her mouth open and her nails dig into back.