Elliott
If I didn’t walk away from her when I did I would have kissed her, and I wouldn’t have stopped either. I’m getting to my point where I can’t not touch her. Friday night by the beach, I shouldn’t have kissed her, there’s so many memories flying around it’s hard to switch everything off. Cassidy isn’t innocent in any of this though - she wants this as much as I do, I know she does, but she’s obviously got a better hold on things than I have.
“Here you go.” Cassidy holds out the cup for me to take.
Smiling I stand up and take it from her before sitting down and taking a drink.
“Mmm, thanks.”
Cam has my guitar on his lap, he looks across at me, a beaming smile etched right the way across his face still. I’m so glad I can do something to make him happy. I know it’s not going to be straightforward and there’s going to be more questions along the way, but at least this is a start and if I can get him interested in music at least it’s something we can do together.
After another hour of sitting in the front room of Cassidy’s - it’s time to go.
“Do you have to go?”
“I’m afraid so Bud. I have to get ready for work and so does your mum.”
“Yeah but it’s only the pub…” He whines.
“I know but I have to go through my set and see what I’m going to sing. Your mum has to be there in an hour anyway, so I’ve stayed longer than I should. I’ll see you in the week though if you want to?”
Nodding his head, he seems happy to do that.
“Yeah okay, can I come to yours then straight from school?” he asks as he jumps up and down excitedly.
“Yeah, of course, you can. You don’t have to ask, you can come anytime you want to.”
“Cool. Mum, I’m going out. I’m going to tell Tommy I’ve been playing guitar and that you are going to teach me. See you later.” He shouts back and like a whirlwind, he’s gone.
“Wow. someone’s happy.” Cass says in shock. “I think you’ve made a friend.”
“Yeah? How about his Mum?” Lifting my chin in question.
Stepping closer to her, she tips her head back to look at me.
“Hmm, maybe,” she smirks, her teeth capturing that lip yet again.
“You know Cameron has gone now so there’s nothing to stop me from taking you in my arms and fucking the living daylights out of you. So, stop doing that unless you want me to come good on that threat.”
Her eyes widen as they sparkle, an answer I wasn’t expecting but I wouldn’t do it now anyway with Cam only outside and could come in at any second. Her smile grows wider.
“Do you like playing with fire Cass?”
She steps backward as I step with her until she’s against the wall in the hallway. Caging her in she looks up, her throat works up and down as she swallows hard. My hands cup her face as I mould my lips to hers in a hard but quick kiss.
“I have to go.” I gasp. “Do you want me to pick you up?”
Shaking her head is the only answer I seem to be getting until she breathes deeply.
“I’ll pick you up if you want?”
“Yeah okay.” I nod, “I’ll see you soon.”
Winking as I turn from her, a smug smile forming on my face as I walk out of the door and get in my car.
The car horn sounds outside just as I’m putting my guitar back in its case. Slipping on my shoes, I grab a jacket and shout to Dale, telling him I’ll see him later and he can use the car if he wants. He comes running down the stairs not a minute later.
“Um, what you mean I can use your car? How’re you getting to the pub?”
“Cassidy’s come to pick me up.”
“What’s going on between you two?”
“Nothing.” I sigh. I’m sick of being asked the same question. “We’re just getting along mainly for Cam’s sake.”
“For Cameron’s sake?” He nods doubting my plausibility. “So, you wouldn’t want to be with her other than that?”
“You talk shit sometimes you know that? Of course, I want to be with her, but it’s got to done in the right way so get your head out of the gutter and shut up. I’m going to work.”
“I might pop in later.”
Lifting my hand, I hold it in the air letting him know I heard and saying bye at the same time. Two birds, one stone.
Walking out to the car, I open up the door to see her in skin-tight black jeans, a strappy blue top, and her leather jacket. She looks like sin.
“Hey.” She waves, I put my guitar on the back seat then jump in the front.
“Hi. Have you calmed down now?”
“Me?” I thumb my own chest. “It was you who needed cooling off madam.”
A wicked smile pulls at her luscious mouth, a glaze on them making them glisten from the gloss she uses. Cassidy has never worn much makeup just keeps it natural and always looks good no matter what, but tonight she looks stunning. We drive to the pub in comparable silence, neither of us wanting to break it so we both stay quiet. Looking to the side I catch her glancing at me…
“Thanks again for today Cass.”
“You’re welcome,” she says in a sweet voice.
Once we arrive at the pub she gets out of the car but leans into the back for something else. Walking around the car, her sexy arse in her tight trousers catches my attention first. My dick begins to stir in my jeans as I stand directly behind her, my palm smoothing over and grabbing her cheek leaning over her.
“That’s not a good idea.”
Pulling my hand back and with a swift flick of the wrist, my palm reconnects with it. A small squeak sounds from inside the car. I smile at her response before rubbing myself against letting her know what she’s caused.
I grab my guitar as she stands from the car with her bag and more shoes. She grins as she rests her hand on my shoulder, stepping into different shoes. These are blue stilettos. Well, fuck me! She knows I’m a sucker for heels - but then what kind of hot bloodied man isn’t? Her tongue breaks through the seal of her lips and licks them making them glisten more.
“You okay, Ell?” Her cheeks flushing.
“Are you?”
My head shakes to rid the thoughts from my dirty fucking mind before we don’t make it to work tonight and bundle her into the car, taking her home...
“Let’s just say, it’s a good job I didn’t see those shoes when you came to mine earlier because both of us would have been calling in sick!”
“Is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Chase?”
She walks past me and carries on in front. She may be small but, in those heels, they cling to her curves and her legs go on forever. Definitely a promise, Ms Summers. After seeing her bent over in the car too, fuck... my dick is planning on a quick escape seeing as he has a mind of his own.
“Cassidy Summers, I’m going to own you, baby,” I whisper into her ear as I walk alongside her, “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” We reach the door of the pub, holding it open for her to walk through before me. I stand close enough from her that she has to brush past me, a shudder passes through her. Oh yeah! She’s mine!” Laughing I walk in after her and straight up to the bar.
“What’s so funny?” Asks Carson.
“Oh, nothing.”
Cassidy walks past with her middle finger in the air at me trying to hide a smirk, making me laugh harder.
“Have I missed something?”
“Yep!”
“Carson, it’s just Elliott being a twat as usual - take no notice.”
Puckering my lips, I blow her a kiss. She twists up her gloss painted lips to stop herself laughing, grabs a bottle of Budweiser opens it and places it in front of me on the bar. She leans on to her elbows, her mouth dropping open as she slides her middle finger into her mouth, her pouty lips latch on to her finger as she draws it out slowly and painfully then sucks on the tip and holds it up front of me. The smile falls from my lips as the laughter dies out.
Leaning across the bar, I take her hand in mine, pulling it closer to my lips, kissing and sucking on the tip of each finger,
“Be careful what you wish for…”
Her eyes dazzle with the unknown, nibbling on her lip...
Taking a long pull from my bottle, I place it back on the bar then pick up my case and head into the other room, adjusting my dick so it’s not visible.
That woman is gonna pay for that! Something has changed between us, she’s not fighting me off or telling me not to flirt with her - she’s doing it instead, she’s testing my control... we’ll see who can stand the test when I play her at her own game.
Instead of heading back onto the bar I decide to do my sound test and set up my gear. I do a couple of songs. In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins and the first few lines to Wherever you will go by The Calling.
I see the shoes before I see Cass, She smiles as she looks up at me.
“You still look just as gorgeous up on that stage as you did ten years ago, if not better…”
“What are you up to Cass?”
“Nothing.”
Walking up the steps of the stage, she stands next to me.
Turning to face her I dip my head into the crook of her neck and smell the alluring sweet scent of her perfume.
“Hmm, you smell good, but don’t test my patience Cassidy because you’ll come undone, I’ll make sure I win. You’ve been trying to tease me all day so what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” shrugging again, “maybe I was wrong.” Her hand rests on my hip but soon moves around to my arse as she slides her hand into my pocket. Wrapping my arm around the curve of her waist I pull her close against my chest, her breasts rubbing up against me creating a friction I can feel right there in my cock as it stiffens against the fly of my jeans for the second time in an hour.
“Wrong about what exactly?”
She rests the neck of my bottle of bud against her bottom lip and tips it up. She swallows the beer slowly licking her lips.
“You might want this?”
Sucking the lobe of her ear into my mouth she gasps…
“Yeah, you’re right, I might want that. I want you, and believe me, soon, all bets will be off.”
Brushing my lips across the skin from her ear to the juncture of her neck, I bite down. From the gasp that leaves her lips, I know I’ve won that round.
“Go back to work.”
My palm connects with the cheek of her lush arse as she squeals, her eyes widening the same way they did earlier. My hand grips the back of her neck guiding her mouth to mine, my tongue pushing through to tangle with hers fighting for dominance. Her fist tugging at my t-shirt while her other hand in my pocket pulls me closer to her, the zip of her jeans rubbing against my hard on that’s getting harder by the second.
“God Cass, I need to fuck you so bad. You’ve teased me all fucking day and I can’t wait anymore.” I tell her, my voice sounding husky even to me. My mouth attacks hers forgetting that we’re on the stage so I pull back.
“Me and you are discussing this later.”
Her nails scrape through the now short, trimmed styled beard.
“Okay. See you later.”
She kisses her fingers and blows a kiss my way then waves as she turns and walks down the steps again away from me, swaying that sexy ass of hers a little bit more than usual.
“Oh, and Elliott,” looking up, she holds on to the door frame. “I can’t wait!” She smiles then leaves the room.
That little minx! I’m so fucking screwed!
Cassidy is cleaning tables when I walk into the bar. Placing my guitar by the bar, as quiet as I can I walk to where she’s bending over the table and stand behind her. Cupping her arse cheek in my hand, I lean forward and breathe into her ear.
“You know I’ve been fantasising having you like this ever since you wound me up earlier.”
She stands up straight, rubbing herself against me. Gasping I hold her hips in my hands and grind myself into her discreetly.
“Are you nearly done here?”
“Yep, just these tables to do now.”
Kissing her neck just below her ear, her body shudders and my lips pull into a smirk against her skin.
“I’ll be waiting by the bar.”
My dick is solid just from being close to her again, brushing it against her arse does nothing to help it calm down but fuck it. Cass’s eyes open wider as I do, knowing it had the desired effect I was looking for.
Pulling up a stool, I perch on the edge and wait for Cass. Carson leans on the bar and studies me.
“What.” I frown.
“How did it go with Cameron?”
Just hearing his name makes me smile.
“Really well. We had a little wobble, but we got over it. I let him have a go of my guitar and it seemed to break the ice a bit.”
“I’m glad,” Carson tells me smiling.
“Really?”
“Yeah really. Look, Elliott, I know we had a shaky start when you first came back but I didn’t want her hurt again…”
“We’ve spoken about this Carson.” I sigh but decide I need to tell him a few home truths if we’re ever going to get our friendship back like before.
“I came back, I know you don’t think so, but I did. Cassidy was with you that day. Her mum took great pleasure in telling me I didn’t belong with her. If I’d known you were only friends I would’ve stayed to see her, but I was too immature. I was hurt.”
Carson opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, just a huff, he looks to Cass then back at me. “
“Just look after them okay. I wasn’t innocent, I wasn’t in the Elliott Chase fan club either, I wanted Cassidy to look at me the way she looked at you. I thought with you out of the picture she may have done but she never did once and believe me when I say, she never stopped loving you all these years.”
“Well, while we’re being honest, I wanted to smash your face in. It was another reason I didn’t stick around that day. I suppose I was also blinded by my own ambition, I wanted my cake and eat it, I wanted Cass, but I wanted to be on stage. We’d just bagged some more dates that day, I guess if the truth be known I’d end up leaving again anyway then I would have broken her heart even more, but no more…”
“Hey, I’m ready.” Cass cuts in with a hand on my shoulder. “Is it okay for me to get going, Carson?”
“Yeah go on everything’s done anyway.”
Picking up my guitar, I hold it in one hand as I hold my other hand out to Carson. Clasping hands with me he shakes it.
“Thanks, man.”
“It’s what mates are for… you were my best mate, still are.” He smiles.
Turning from him, I stop suddenly and turn back, “oh and Carson, just remember, she’s still my girl!” Smirking I pull Cassidy into my side, throw my arm around her neck and walk out.
“And what was all that about?” Cass asks staring at me from my side.
“Just straightening a few things up that’s all.”
“Feeling territorial, are we?” She asks grinning at me.
“Maybe. Would that be a be a bad thing?” She shrugs her answer.
“Come on let’s get out of here.” With my arm still around her shoulders, I lead her to her car.