Destined To Fall by Bester, Tamsyn (9)

Chapter 9
~ Cassey ~

The bed dips beside me and I stir. The cool air coming through the balcony doors in Kyler’s bedroom travels over my skin, and my nipples pucker as the sheet covering me disappears. I feel Kyler’s body cover mine, and he threads our hands together, stretching them above my head. He’s woken me up like this several times in the last few days, and its only fitting that he does it on my last morning here.
“Morning,” Kyler murmurs. He nips at the skin above my breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the hard tip. I hum my appreciation, and then crack an eye open to see him grinning up at me. “Fiend,” I murmur sleepily.
He chuckles, letting go of my nipple with a ‘pop’ and then moves to the other one. I arch my back, and open my legs, allowing Kyler’s body to settle. When his erection touches my wet center through his boxer briefs, I can’t help but wince. Kyler frowns, asking, “Are you okay?”

I give him a lazy smile. “I’m more than okay,” I sigh. “Just a little… sensitive.” My cheeks warm, and I shiver in remembered pleasure as images of last night come back to me in vivid Technicolor. Kyler wasn’t exactly gentle with me last night, or every other night for that matter, but I’m not complaining. What he does to my body only aggravates my hunger for him, and has made me insatiable. The past few days with him have been…amazing… and while I was worried about adjusting to the nature of our tryst, I’ve found that it’s easier to accept it for what it is. Kyler makes it easy, and there’s nothing about it that makes me feel used, or like I’m using him. I’ve come to see a very different side to him, and the way the tabloids portray him is only a half truth. Sure, he’s the heir to the Knight Media fortune, and there have been many speculations that he’s only getting his father’s company because of his name, but what many people are not privy to seeing, is that he’s intelligent, and hard working. I’ve seen glimpses of the businessman he could so easily become, and there’s no doubt that he’ll make Knight Media the best it can be, while still upholding the longstanding legacy his father has built. I envy the woman who gets to stand beside him some day, knowing that in order to be worthy of him, she would have to be extraordinary in her own right. He’ll probably end up with someone with a social standing, someone with connections and stature. Someone I’m not.
My belly grumbles, and I giggle, trying to hide my face. Kyler lifts his head, and gives me the lopsided grin I’ve become familiar with.
“Is someone hungry?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply. “You’ve tired me out, and now my body needs food.” His smile turns dark, and I quickly correct myself, “Actual food, Kyler, not…that.” Kyler pouts, and moves to hover over me on his hands and knees. “Food now, sex later,” he says. He regards me, slowly dragging his gaze down my naked body, and then back again.
It’s a gaze charged with raw sexual energy, but also appraisal. He likes what he sees. And I like that he likes it.
I press up onto my elbows, and press my lips to his, murmuring, “Sounds perfect.”
His tongue dips into my mouth, licking and sucking. I feel his arm snake around my back, and with no effort at all, he hoists us up so that I’m straddling him. He grabs a discarded shirt on the floor and slides over my body, buttoning it up in the front, but not before pinching my nipples. “Ow.” I slap him and he laughs, catching my hand to lay a kiss in the center of my palm.
“Sorry,” he shrugs, but I can tell he’s anything but sorry. “You know I love your tits.”
And that he does. He’s made that very clear on a number of occasions. I reach around his waist, and slip my hands into his boxer briefs to grab his butt.
“That’s good,” I reply, giving him a cheeky grin. “Because I happen to think you have a very sexy ass.”
“I know,” he grins. “You’ve left quite a few nail marks for me to find.” “Just a little reminder that I’ve been there.” I kiss his shoulder. “And here.” I kiss between his pecs. “And here.” I place a final kiss over his nipple. “And here.”
Kyler’s fingers rake through my hair. “I don’t need any reminders,” he kisses my mouth. “Of where you’ve been, baby. My body will never forget.” A heaviness settles over us, and we’re reminded that it’s my last day in Kyler’s apartment. I bite my lip, wondering how to ask Kyler where we go after tomorrow.
“What are you thinking about?” he ask quietly, pulling my lip out from between my teeth.
“I don’t want this,” I say, gesturing between the two of us, “to end just yet.” Our eyes stay locked, and I wonder if I should’ve just kept quiet. But then I’d have to pretend that I haven’t enjoyed my time with Kyler, and that would be a lie.
Kyler’s arms tighten around me. “Good. I don’t want it to be over yet either.” My belly growls again, and the moment is broken. It’s replaced with laughter, and for now, the feelings I know are creeping in stay hidden. A few more days won’t hurt, I tell myself. I’m not falling in love with him, but I feel something, and we agreed that as soon as that happened, this is over. I’m simply not ready to let him go yet.
Kyler slips my powder blue lace panties on, a pair he bought me, and then throws me over his shoulder as he marches into the kitchen. He slaps my butt, and I squeal, only to return the favor by pinching his sexy derrière. He places me on my feet, and I throw my hair up haphazardly on the top of my head. Caging me in against the breakfast bar, Kyler asks, “What would you like to eat?”
I purse my lips and tap my chin with my index finger as I pretend to think about it.
“Pancakes,” I reply, smiling. “With strawberry’s and cream.”
“Done,” Kyler replies, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
He spins around, and starts taking out the flour, eggs, salt and butter and then takes out a pan. I walk back to the bedroom, Kyler whistling behind me, and go to grab my phone next to the bed. The first message I see is from Quinn, and it reads:

Think you can stop the sexcapades long enough to hit a club tonight?

 

Chuckling, my fingers click across the screen as I reply:

 

Yes!! Could do with some girl time. Meet here at 8?

 

It’s not long before I get a response:

 

See ya then, sis! Love ya!

 

Thinking about a night put with Quinn excites me. I could use a night of fun, and maybe a little down time with my best friend.

The next message I come across makes my smile falter and my stomach drop. It would happen eventually, and I should be used to it, but it’s still like a kick to the gut every time.

Need money. Call me.

A name doesn’t appear but I know the number.
My mother.
I’m about to press the delete button when my screen lights up with the number my mother sent the text from. I hesitate, knowing full well that not only will this phone call ruin my good mood, but that I’ll regret it. I answer anyway.
“Hello?”
“Why haven’t you called me?” my mother snaps. Her voice is hoarse from the years and years of smoking and drinking. It’s a voice I wish I never had to hear again.
“I was busy - ”
“I need money,” she intercedes.
“Nice to hear from you too mom. What have you done this time?” “Borrowed money from the wrong people, and now your daddy and I are in a pickle.”
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, and take a seat on Kyler’s bed. I cross my legs, tucking my feet under my butt, and prepare myself for a shitty conversation.
“How much do you need?” I ask cautiously.
The line goes quiet but I hear my mother’s breathing on the other end. Fuck. This is bad.
“How.Much?” I press.
“Ten thousand dollars.”
I gasp, my eyes bulging out of their sockets.
“THEN THOUSAND DOLLARS?” I swallow, feeling my eyes burn with unshed tears. “What did you do?”
“Well, your daddy and I started selling some stuff, and then we started using it too, and now we - ”
“Is it drugs? Please tell me you don’t owe that kind of money because you started using drugs…”
The line goes quiet, and my worst fear is confirmed. My parents are now druggies.
“Are you fucking kidding me momma?” I shriek.
“Don’t yell at me, Cassey. I’m still your mother.”
“A mother who could give two shits about me, and now that you need money, I’m good enough. I don’t have that kind of money.”
“Well if you had just helped us the last time, like I asked, we would’ve never been in this mess.”

The first tear slides down my cheek and I swipe it away quickly. She’s blaming me?
“Seriously momma? You’re blaming me? I don’t have that kind of money, and even if I did, I wouldn’t help you. I’m sorry, you’ll have to sort this out on your own.”
My mother gasps, “B-b-but I’m your momma, and you owe me!” “For what?”
“For giving you life! If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are.”

I scoff, feeling my anger boiling beneath my skin. “You know what? You’re right, without you I wouldn’t be here, but let’s be clear - you showed me who I don’t want to be. It was your shit life that made me work my ass off to be better than what you and daddy ever were. I’m not helping you anymore. Find someone else to feed your habit-”
“What about your boyfriend?”
I freeze. “What? I don’t have a - ”
“According to Quinn, you do. You can borrow the money from him. Surely he’ll agree you if he knew your parents need help.”
My jaw tightens, and I grind my teeth. “I don’t have a boyfriend, and even if I did, I would never ask him for this,” my voice hitches, and I blink, feeling more tears slide down my face. “I’m not helping you. Don’t call me again. You’re dead to me.”
My mother starts yelling, and I end the call before she has a chance to call me names. I stare at my phone, watching droplets splatter across my screen. I close my eyes, and inhale deeply.
It feels good to finally stand up to that woman, but she still serves as a reminder that women like me, don’t get men like Kyler Knight. They don’t choose us, and for the first time in my life, I wish I could be the kind of woman he could fall in love with. But I’m not, and I think deep down, I knew that when I agreed to what he was offering me. Then again, was I ever in a position to turn him down?
I wipe my face just as Kyler walks in with a tray. He puts it on the bed, and looks up at me. I give him a weak smile, but his brows crease. He’s far more perceptive than most men I’ve met, and sometimes his ability to read me is uncanny. It’s also unnerving, because the whole point of this was no attachments, and if I don’t tread carefully, I could lose everything all because I was stupid enough to get attached to the one man who doesn’t do relationships. He walks over to me, slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal. “Cass? What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I lie. Kylers fingers come up to my chin and he tilts it so that he can look into my eyes.
“You’ve been crying,” he states. “What happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “It’s not important.” I stretch onto my toes and kiss him.
“Feed me,” I say against his mouth.
His eyes scrutinize me, and when I see his decision not to press whatever he thinks is wrong, I relax and wrap my arms his waist.
We say nothing, but his eyes tell me everything. Something is different, but instead of worrying about it, I wait for Kyler to make me feel better. He might not know it, but I’m slowly becoming addicted to him, and if I don’t walk away soon enough, it may just be too late. Until then, I have to take what he’s giving me, and hope that it won’t become what I fear most. More.

~ Kyler ~

I sit on my bed, back against the headboard, and watch Cassey get ready for her night out with Quinn. I called one of my buddies who recently opened a new club in the city, and made arrangements for them to get in without having to stand in line. Of course, Cassey has no idea. It’s better that way. She zips up the back of her tight, red dress that reaches her mid-thigh, and finishes up her make-up. When she turns around, I stare unabashed in appreciation at the beautiful woman in front of me, whom I’ve gotten to know quite well over the time she’s been living with me. It’s her last night here, and as much as I would’ve liked to spend it with her, I’m glad she’s going out with Quinn. Truth be told, I’m a little uncomfortable with her going out without me, simply because I don’t want any other horny douchebag seeing her in that dress.
Yes, sadly I have become a little possessive, and I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s because the city can be a dangerous place for two young women to be alone. But that’s bullshit. It’s because I’ve come to care about Cassey, and the thought of another man laying a hand on her makes my blood boil. “How do I look?” Cassey asks, smiling at me with excitement. Her current expression is a stark contrast to the expression I saw earlier.
I could see something was wrong, but decided that asking her would be blurring some kind of line between us, and if she wanted me to know, then she would have told me.
“Too gorgeous,” I reply honestly, giving her a half-grin. “The guys won’t be able to stay away from you.” I know what I sound like - a boyfriend - but somewhere in my mind, my need to protect her overrides everything else. “That’s too bad,” she replies. “I’m not interested in them.” She winks and disappears into my bathroom, which is now filled with all her girly products because she hasn’t slept in the guest bedroom or used its en suit bathroom since the first night she stayed here. What scares me is that tomorrow, all traces of her will be removed from my apartment, and it will be like she was never here. For whatever reason that unsettles me. However, I take comfort in knowing that she’s not ready for our arrangement to be over yet, and if I’m completely honest with myself, neither am I. Something about her has captured my full attention, and I’d be an asshole to think it’s just the fan-fucking-tastic sex we’ve been having.
There’s so much more to Cassey Emerson than meets the eye, and whether she knows it or not, she’s been showing me pieces of her true self over the past few days. Which is probably why I genuinely care about her. Cassey comes back out, and sits down on the bed to slip her heels on. The door bell rings, and I jump up to greet Quinn at the door.
“Hi, Kyler,” she greets, walking in. Her light green dress clings to her long lean body, and her cropped blonde hair is pinned back.
“Quinn.” I close the door and walk into the kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
“No thanks,” she replies, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
I take a Carona out the fridge, and turn to face Quinn. “Cass, will be out in a bit,” I tell her, noting the way her eyes study me. Putting my mouth on the rim of the bottle, I tip my head back and take a long sip.
“Thanks,” she replies.
The silence permeating between us quickly turns awkward and if hearing my silent plea, the sound of Cassey’s heels click loudly on the hardwood floors and she appears, looking drop dead fucking gorgeous. Quinn’s lips rise into a knowing smirk when she see’s me starting at Cassey.
“Quinny!” Cassey squeals, wrapping her arm over Quinn’s shoulder in a half-embrace.
“You look smokin’ sister,” Quinn says smiling. “Don’t you think so, Kyler?” I fight the frown forming on my forehead, wondering what the hell Quinn is getting at.
“Yes,” I reply. I look at Cassey, and her mouth tilts into a soft, private smile. “She looks gorgeous,” I say. “But I already told her that.”
After a beat, Cassey clears her throat, and grins awkwardly at Quinn. “Let’s get going, we don’t want to be stuck in the line all night.”
Quinn rises from her seat, and picks up her clutch purse, looking between me and Cassey.
“Have fun,” I tell them. “And be careful.”
Cassey rounds the breakfast bar, and comes to stand next to me. I’m vaguely aware of Quinn watching us, but right now, I could care less.
“See you later?” Cassey asks quietly.
I give her a gentle smile, and nod. “Call me when you’re ready to come home, I’ll come get you.”
“There’s no need for that,” she replies. “I’ll take a cab.”
“Cass,” I warn. “I’ll fetch you.”
“Okay,” she sighs. She gives me a peck on my cheek, and as much as I’d like to make it more, I’m a little too uncomfortable doing it with Quinn’s eyes on us. “Bye.”
Cassey and Quinn leave, so I grab another Carona and collapse onto the couch for some mindless television to pass the time.
After two hours of being restless, and wondering what Cassey is up to, I throw on a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and decide to check up on her. She doesn’t even have to know I’m there, I reason with myself. I’ll just slip in, make sure she’s okay, and then slip out again.
Before I can question why exactly I feel the need to check up on Cassey, I’m out the door and on my way to the club. When I arrive, the sidewalk is littered with partygoers, both entering and leaving the new club. A few paparazzi stand around, and snap pictures of a few of the local celebrities coming out for a night on the town. Naturally, they start snapping a few pictures of me, but I wave them away and head towards the entrance. I give the burley bouncer my name, and he lifts the velvet rope to let me in. It’s dark inside, but the high ceiling has various storable lights hanging in strategic places that light up the large space. VIP booths line the upper floor, and overlook the dance floor, while the outer east wall is a long bar. It’s busy, people dancing, talking and drinking everywhere, and I push my way through the crowd, etching closer to the dance floor. I search the faces, and despite the atrocious lighting, I spot and Cassey and Quinn in the middle of the dance floor. A waitress passes me, and I ask her to bring me a beer. When she comes back, she hands the chilled bottle to me, eyeing me appreciatively, and then huffs when I don’t bother acknowledging her. The song changes into a faster upbeat tempo, and I edge closer to the outskirt of the dance floor. Cassey throws her head back and laughs, looking stunning, and totally carefree. I know I said I would leave, but I don’t want to. Quinn whispers something in Cassey’s ear, turns to walk towards the rest rooms. Deciding to take a chance, I step onto the dance floor, and weave through the throng of people until I’m behind Cassey. I snake my arm around her waist and pull her body against mine. She turns in my arm, and faces me, a look of surprise on her face.
“Kyler? What are you doing here?”
I shrug sheepishly. “I wanted to make sure you are okay.”
Cassey’s mouth dips into a smirk, and I want nothing more than to kiss her senseless.
“You were missing me, weren’t you?” she giggles.
I look away, a little embarrassed that she’s not only right, but that she caught me too.
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.
Her pussy tightens, and I feel her come around my cock, clenching and sucking me further into her body. When her quivers cease, I start thrusting into her, hard and slow. I feel her teeth nip at my neck, and I growl. “Fuck,” I groan out. “So good.”
Cassey moves her leg and wraps it around my waist, her feet resting on my hips. The change in position allows me to penetrate deeper with every stroke until I feel my own orgasm building. Cassey pushes her hips up, and that’s all it takes. I still, holding her tight, and ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how long we lie there, Cassey’s hands drawing lazy circles on my back, but when I look into her eyes, something new comes to the surface. It must reflect the look in my eyes, because I know Cassey can feel the change too. I kiss her one last time, and then climb out of bed to discard of the condom.
When I fall into bed again, exhausted and completely satiated, Cassey rolls over and curls into my side. I try to shake the heavy feeling in my gutt, but yet, one thought still weighs on my mind: Why did that feel like a ‘goodbye’?