Family Secrets (5 page)

NOW

“Get the
fuck
out of my face,” Brock growls.  Banging on the door, he shouts, “Cassidy, open up, goddammit.”

My stomach empty, I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand.  I’m still crouched down, unable to find the strength to stand.

“I said fuck off, asshole.”  The menace in his tone would normally send a shiver up my spine, but not today.  Today, I feel numb.

“
Please
, Cassidy.  Open the fucking door.”  The pleading tone in his voice does nothing to me.  “So help me God, if you don’t, I’ll kick it the fuck down.”  His voice loudens with each word the angrier he becomes.  He pounds on the door again.

“Cassidy, are you okay?”  Bianca, I think, asks, her voice soft.

“You get those cameras the fuck out of my face now, or I’m going to slam my fist through his fucking face,” Brock warns.

“Okay, Mr. Mason, just calm down, please?  Marcus, why don’t you step out for a minute,” I hear her say.  “Brock, why don’t you wait outside as well? Let me see if I can speak with Cassidy alone,” Bianca suggests.

“No,” he growls.  “No fucking way.”

Sighing, I know there is no other option.  I slowly stand and try to make myself as presentable as possible, knowing the cameraman is most likely still waiting to get his money-shot as soon as I open the door.

After I’ve wiped my eyes and finger-combed my hair, I reach out with shaking hands, and unclick the lock.  Immediately, I step back as the door swings open and Brock’s large frame fills the doorway.

Shit.
  My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to break through my ribcage and explode through my skin at any given moment.

“Cassidy?” he whispers brokenly, his brow furrowing.

“Hello, Brock,” I say, straightening my shoulders and trying to keep the shakiness from my voice.

“It appears Cassidy and Brock know each other, and let me tell you guys at home, the tension in this bathroom is
thick
.  Stay tuned to find out how this one plays out,” Bianca whispers to the camera behind Brock.

He scowls and swings his head over his shoulder pinning her with a look that has her cowering.

“Get the fuck
out,
” he snarls deceptively quiet, his body radiating fury.

They get the fuck out.  Finally.

The door closes behind them and he turns to face me again.  I watch his jaw, tight with anger, twitching slightly as he grinds his teeth so hard I’m surprised they all don’t snap off and fall through his lips.

“Seems we have a lot to catch up on.”  He breaks the silence.

“No, we don’t.  I’ll just leave, and we’ll never see each other again.  Forget you even saw me.”  I move forward, hoping he will shift to the side so I can get through, and get the hell out of Dodge.  But he stubbornly stays put.  I stop short of touching him, and look up into his narrowed gaze.

“Please move,” I say tightly.

“No.”

“Brock, please,” I sigh, feeling exhausted as the world weighs heavily on my shoulders.

Without saying another word, he reaches out, grabs my hand and tugs me out of the bathroom.  I attempt to plant my feet, and question what he’s doing, but he just pulls me along as if I weigh nothing.

“Brock,” I hiss, still trying to remove my hand from his.  “Let me go.”  Everyone is staring at us, so I keep my head down, my eyes planted firmly on the floor. 

“Cassi, everything okay?” I hear Lodan ask hesitantly.

“She’s fine,” Brock clips before I have a chance to answer.

We exit the building to a dark evening. 

“Let me go, dammit,” I snap now, knowing (well, hoping) we’re away from prying eyes and cameramen.

“Doubt it.”

I huff, stomping behind him. 
Asshole.
  He stops in front of a shiny black Hummer.  Beeping the locks, he opens the passenger door.

“In.”

I stay put.

“Now.”

I still don’t move.

“Do not fucking test me, Cassidy.”

“Fine,” I grit out.

“Thank you,” he replies sarcastically.

He shuts the door behind me and stalks around the front of the vehicle. I contemplate reaching over and locking the doors on him, but then I remember he has the keys anyway, so locking him out would be pointless.

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere.  We’re going to sit here and talk.”

“Why?”

Rather than answer me, he stays silent for a solid minute.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he says.  I feel him looking at me, but I can’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from my knees.

Over the years, I thought I might have imagined the deep aquamarine color of his eyes.  I thought maybe my daughter possessed them by sheer genetic fluke, but seeing him today, I realize her eyes are definitely his.  She’s the spitting image of her father anyway, but those eyes.  They’re unique, they draw you in, enrapture you.

“Where have you been these past six years?”

“How’s Madeline?”  I avoid his question, asking one of my own instead.

“She’s well.  She got married about two months ago.”

“She did?  Wow, that’s awesome.”  I feel a pang of hurt and regret, but I push it aside and concentrate on the happiness I feel for her.  “Is her husband nice?”

“Do you really want to talk about Madeline?”

“Yes,” I lie.  Really, I don’t want to talk about anything. I want to jump out of this vehicle and take off running.

He sighs.  “She’s very happy.  He’s a successful guy and they’re in love.”

“I’m happy for her.  I miss her,” I admit softly.

“Why did you leave?”

“Is my mother still married to your father?” I evade his question once again.

“Yes,” he answers shortly, clearly annoyed with me.

Wow, Mother has set a new record.

He runs his hands through his hair in sheer frustration, and the sight causes a memory to pummel into me.

THEN

Five years, 10 months ago

“No one would know, Cassidy,” he whispers, enticingly.  He runs his hands through his dark hair, and my own fingers itch to follow his path.

“No,” I whisper back with no conviction.

“Just you and me.  I know you want it.  I see the way you look at me.  It’s the same way I look at you.” He leans in and his lips touch my neck, sending an involuntary shiver of delight down my spine.  He feels it and I feel his lips move into a smirk against my skin.

“It’s wrong, Brock,” I attempt, worry creeping into my tone.

“No, it’s not.  We’re not related by blood at all.  We’re just two people who want each other.  Trust me, baby.  We’ll be so good together.”  He sucks a piece of my flesh into his mouth and I whimper as my body presses into him on it’s own accord.  I can feel his length hard up against my stomach and it makes the dull ache between my legs throb.

His hands cup my neck, full of possession.

“Okay,” I agree, so softly it’s barely audible.  He hears it, though, because no sooner has the word fallen from my lips, than his mouth crushes into mine and he takes possession of my mind and body.  Tearing his mouth from mine, we’re both panting, but eager for more.  He walks me backwards until my knees hit the edge of my bed, and then we’re tugging each other’s clothes off in a flurry.  My dress comes over my head and is tossed across the room, leaving me in only my underwear.  I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, finally discarding it, and exposing the tanned muscular torso that lies beneath.  He unclasps my bra and it falls down my arms, while I make short work of his jeans and boxers, pushing them down over his taut butt.  His cock springs free, but I only get to glance at it for a second, before he pushes me back on the bed and stands naked between my parted legs.

“Fuck you’re a sight.  So fucking beautiful.”  He trails a finger between the valley of my breasts down to my belly button, and then further down until he meets the pale pink lace of my panties.

My blood feels like it’s on fire.  “Please,” I beg, for what, I’m not sure.

He growls and his eyes blaze as he deftly pulls my panties down over my knees and off my ankles, discarding them over his shoulder, but not before inhaling their scent deeply.  My face flushes at the image, but the explicit desire radiating from him is enough to reassure me.

He wants this.

I
want this.

“Spread your legs, Cassidy.  Show me this pretty pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”  His dirty words make my stomach clench in anticipation.  My thighs fall open, and his eyes immediately hone in on the prize. 
His
prize.

“Fuck yeah.  I can see you glistening from here.  All that wetness just for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

He moves to his knees.  “I’m going to eat you now.”

Shit, yes.  Please!

Then, he’s eating me. 
Feasting on me.
  His tongue expertly moves through my flesh applying the right amount of pressure to the right places, spearing inside me, and moving rapidly over my clit.  He nips my flesh with his teeth and teases my opening with his fingers until I’m bucking my hips against his face and clutching his head to hold him to me.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers deep inside me.  My stomach clenches tight, my breath hitches, and then I’m soaring through the sky as my orgasm washes over me, consuming me.  My body bucks and pulses against his face as I moan, crying out garbled nonsense.  He laps me until I stop shuddering and then moves up my body and takes my mouth in a possessive, passionate kiss.  I can taste myself on it and it’s so erotic.  I slide my tongue into his mouth, eager to commit this unique taste to my memory – him and me combined.  It’s explosive.  I shift my hips, winding my legs around his waist.  I lock him there and press down.  His cock lines up with my sex effortlessly and I gasp as his tip slides inside. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, burying his face in my neck.

“Fuck me, Brock,” I demand.  I’m ready.  I want this.  I want him to be my first.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.  He snaps, losing his grasp on the small piece of control he possessed.  He slides inside, sheathing himself in one smooth long thrust, filling me completely.  It burns a little, but it doesn’t hurt as such. 

“You okay?” he rasps.

“Yes.  Move. 
Please
.”

He brings his hips back, and then slides back inside.  Over and over he rains his delicious torture on my vagina, and I love every minute of it.  We’re panting, a fine sheen of sweat coating our bodies.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby.  So tight.  I knew this pussy was going to feel like heaven.  My dick doesn’t want to leave.”

I squeeze him tight as the first ripple of my orgasm flutters through me.

“That’s right, Cassidy,” he groans.  “Milk me.  Squeeze my cock.  Show me how much you love it.”

“Brock.  Brock!  I’m coming.”  I cry out, as his head drops down and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a zing of pure pleasure right through my body to my clit, detonating my orgasm.

He thrusts harder, losing rhythm, until he stills, burying his face in my neck, groaning as his cock throbs inside me.

He slides out and I quickly stand, darting into my bathroom to wipe myself clean. 
What the hell?

“Brock?” I say cautiously. 

“Yeah?”

“Did you use a condom?”

“Shit.” His face loses color.  “Fucking shit fuck shit,” he curses. “You’re on the pill, right?” he asks hopefully.

I shake my head.  “No.” I gulp.

He walks over and tugs me into his arms.  “It will be fine, Cassidy.  You won’t get pregnant.”

He’s right.  He has to be right.

A part of my brain is screaming at me that I’m full of it, but the panicked part of my subconscious is overriding all sane thoughts.

“Next time we do it, we’ll use protection, okay?” he murmurs, kissing me gently.

There’s going to be a next time?
  Yay!  Rather than dance in his arms like a moron, I nod against his chest, and smile wide to myself.

NOW

“Are you hungry?”

My stomach rumbles, answering for me.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  He chuckles, the rich, deep sound filling the vehicle.  “Let me feed you.”  He reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it slightly.  The act causes a faint current of electricity to travel up my arm, igniting the traitorous butterflies in my stomach.

“Sure,” I agree with a half-hearted shrug.

I guess he is worried I’m a flight risk, considering he doesn’t take me inside the restaurant to eat.  Rather, he orders us take-out and has it delivered to his window, then he drives us to a vacant park on the edge of town.

“Come.”  He takes the bag filled with Chinese food over to the bench, while I follow slowly behind him, contemplating running, or maybe hiding behind the bushes until he gives up on me.

But, if there’s one thing I know about Brock Mason, it’s he is never likely to give up.  Not on anyone or anything.  It’s now that it hits me full force, the realization that he won’t give up, he won’t walk away from today without the answers he desires.  It’s now that I realize I’m royally screwed.