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Chapter 54
Cassandra
Crayvin hands me my drink and takes a seat next to me on the couch. He sits so close that my feet brush against his leg, and shamelessly, a spark of electricity runs up from my aching toes to my heart.
Did I mention my heart is stupid? Seriously, it needs to stop involving itself in all things Crayvin.I raise a glass and welcome that delicious burn of whiskey on my tongue and down my throat. A faint taste of honey lingers on my lips from the honey-flavored whiskey and I close my eyes, imagining that this is how his lips would taste right now, but somehow better."Is the honey-flavored whiskey okay? That is all I had left."My eyes shoot open and I raise my glass to take another drink, praying the glass will hide my burning cheeks.I clear my throat after swallowing the liquid down, warming my insides. Though, I am not sure if the warmth is an effect of the whiskey or from Crayvin.Could very wellRelated chapters
Blinded By The Past Chapter 55
CrayvinThe very moment that those words fall from her lips, my insides melt.I want you, Crayvin.Fuck, I never knew how much, how badly I needed to hear her say those words until I hear them. Even if she only wants me for now, for tonight, I will give her that. I will relish in the fact that at this point in time, Cassandra Julit Porsse wants me.When she had asked me if I was going to kiss her again, I about pounced on her right then and there. I have been dying inside to kiss her again, to feel those sweet, sweet lips on mine again. I haven't ever had the pleasure of tasting something so sweet in my life. From our first kiss, I knew that there was nothing better than kissing her.I had lost all control, all the strength I had by keeping my feelings bottled up. I know this makes me a fucked up friend for being with her like this, but I can't deny it anymore. When Drew had confessed his love for her and said that he wanted he
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CrayvinHer chest rises and falls rapidly, her bosom crying out in extract for me.Hungrily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, our eyes studying one another before I drop my head and kiss her inner thigh. I plant two more kisses before reaching the dampness between her legs. I brush my tongue against her rosy bud and Cassandra lets out a loud moan and jerks up, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down, keeping her in place while I work my tongue around her clit. As her arousal builds on my tongue, she tastes better than I'd hoped, and I lick my tongue to savor it."Mmm," I groan against her pussy. "So fucking sweet."Cassandra is like a breath of fresh air, reminding me of one of my favorite smells. After it rains in Arizona, the creosote bushes give off this wonderful aroma. What a rainbow is to rain, is what Cassandra is to me. As a flush of excitement leaves her, she tastes of coconut and all things sweet.I
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CassandraLike a mouse, I am quiet sneaking out of Crayvin's house. I have five minutes before my Uber gets here to fix my hair and put last night's clothes back on. While pulling my underwear back up, I shiver, thinking of the way Crayvin pulled them down with his teeth. The heat starts to form between my thighs as I press them together.Good God, that was hot.I take one long look at the sleepy, naked man who'd given me two orgasms, then held my hand afterwards, and sigh.I don't know what this means for us, but that was by far the best sex I have ever had.With the way the sunlight creeps through the window, it hits his face just right, making him look warm and peaceful. Forcing myself to look away, I tiptoe down the stairs instead of crawling back into bed with him, grabbed my heels, said goodbye to Piggy, and leave.When I got home, the apartment was silent. It is 6:30 a.m. on a Wednesday, so either Tarra is off of work o
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CassandraOur eyes lock on each other again. "Well, tell him," she says in a serious tone.My eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? Do you not remember what happened the last time my feelings were exposed to him?"Tarra grabs the pillow from my chest. "You said he's changed. What if he feels the same and is just scared? You can't live life scared. That isn't you anymore. You're the badass police officer now. You fight crime, kick men's asses. So you can tell Crayvin how amazing your orgasm was, tell him that he gives you a cloner whenever you are with him, and then confess your undying love for him.""Always full of hope," I tease."Well, I hoped you would experience an orgasm one day, and look at how that turned out in your favor. I mean, shit, you are full on glowing." She giggles and hops off of the bed. "So tell me, was he bigger than Drew?"Biting my lip and trying not to laugh, I shush her and point to the bathroom. "T
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CrayvinCassandra is like a fine whiskey; one that doesn't need a chaser after you take a shot. A whiskey that was so pure and delicious by itself that you can drink it on the rocks straight.No, not drink... sip. Then savor.She is like a fine whiskey you would order from the top shelf and not dare ruin it by adding coke to it, but by simply sipping what you get and enjoying every drop.Every minute that goes by for the remainder of our shift today is like torture to me. I have to remain professional when alone in the unit with her. I forcefully refrain myself from the piece of shit that we pull over and have to conduct a sobriety test on, while his eyes undress Cassandra's uniform.That is a tough one for me. Jealousy is not something I am familiar with.Or at least... not until her. That damned doe beauty, causing all kinds of problems for me and my heart."Crayvin?" My mom's voice fills my ears, interrupting my though
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Cassandra"If you ever want to learn how to intimidate a guy, you need to meet my patient from yesterday," Tarra says as she readies herself for work.Usually, I would be gone for work by now, but since today is Friday, I officially start the night shift this evening. Meaning, I need to force myself to change my sleep schedule to sleeping during the day. Which is harder than you think when you have a sister like mine who has horrifying stories upon stories from her days at the hospital.Curling my knees up to my chest on the couch and snuggling against the soft blanket, I avert my eyes away from the TV towards my sister. She is currently pouring her coffee into a large thermos and wearing a suggestive smile.With one brow raised in amusement, I say, "Humor me."She twists the cap on her thermos, sealing the hot liquid inside before she walks into the living room and sits on the arm of the couch."We had a lady come in because sh
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Cassandra"What was that all about in there?" Crayvin asks me once he fastens his seatbelt, jabbing his thumb back towards the station.I exhale, wondering the same fucking thing as I stare out the windshield and buckle myself up."Your guess is as good as mine." My eyes drift to him as I shrug my shoulders and turn the key, bringing the engine to life. "He asked me if you knew something? But I have absolutely no clue as to what he is talking about."Crayvin gives me a side glance, studying me as he blows out his cheeks. "Is there something you aren't telling me?" His voice is so tremulous when he asks.Yes.My subconscious says.My mouth though, lies, "No."He gives me a quizzical look, not believing my first answer.My daddy always said I was a bad liar. But this is one truth I don't ever want him to know. It is in the past. Buried... gone. Besides, how would Drew even know? Exactly, he can't because I never tol
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CassandraEddie exhales in annoyance as he tilts his head back and swings the door open all the way, gesturing for Crayvin and me to step in. With a nod, Crayvin steps in first and I follow him.Extending my hand out, I shake Amy's hand. When her hand slips into mine, her long sleeve rises just enough for me to see the small cuts that cross her wrist. My eyes roam over to her neck where her mahogany locks lay, acting as a shield to hide the discoloration of the bruises. I squint my eyes to look harder and my eyes draw the form of a hand with the bruises around her throat.Those are definitely not hickeys."Ma'am, who all lives in the home?" I ask, looking away from her throat and meeting her cognac-colored, almond-eyes."J-just my boyfriend Eddie, me, and my son, Henry," she stutters."Is your son awake? May I see him?"I observe her eyes warily drift to Eddie before she looks back to me, slowly nodding her head and
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