I have more in common with women my own age and older. The next hours fucking Cassandra are imperative to prove my life is the same as usual. When Kiln turns onto a private access road in an already exclusive neighborhood, I tense. Soon, the white painted brick house with the black ironwork greets me. A moment later, we halt in the driveway.
Pres hurries to open the door for me. He’s so much less of an asshole than Kiln.
“Give me a couple hours.”
“Yes, sir,” he says.
My gaze collides with Kiln’s in the rearview mirror. Unlike Pres’s verbal response, Kiln’s is a curt nod. If he gave a fuck about me, I’d think his emotions were for a different reason. Maybe, he’d feel some concern about my association with both Georgie and her mother.
His main concern is my ability—or my inability—to make money. If I’m caught in another scandal…but fuck him…he voted with them, too. For all I know, he suggested it.
Before I press the doorbell, Kiln and Pres speed away. Not thirty seconds later, the door opens. Cassandra, herself, greets me in a short negligee that opens to the front, revealing her panty-less state. Hazel eyes flecked with gray sweep over me.
I enter the coolness of the house and the closing door echoes in the pristine white elegance of the hallway.
The moment she steps toward me and glides her fingers over my chest, Parnell says, “Cass?”
He’s standing at the top of the curving staircase. His feet are bare and he’s shirtless. Doesn’t matter, whenever I look at him, all I see is an asshole.
“You can’t touch others outside of our games.”
Really, ass wad?
The rule doesn’t work both ways. My aunt’s his mistress. Obviously, Cassandra doesn’t give a fuck about his decree. Her pussy was mine to do with as I pleased after my concert and Parnell-free.
Tuning their chatter out, I follow Cassandra to the staircase. The place where I ran into Georgie the other night. The day after our encounter in the room at the mansion, when I had no understanding of her belief that no one would miss her.
“Sloane?”
I haven’t moved farther than that fateful step. Cassandra’s questioning tone sends me closer to the end of this game. Sinking into her pussy should be top priority.
But… “I can’t do this.” I don’t even want to. I back down one stair, not flinching at Cassandra’s narrowing eyes.
Parnell shoves a hand in his pockets and jingles coins. “You’re free to have fun with Cass while I’m with the woman who’s waiting for us in the bedroom.” He frowns. “Not the original girl.”
Not Abby, he means.
“At least this one’s older,” Cassandra bites out and faces me.
Her higher position offers me a spectacular view of her shaved cunt. I take another step back, choosing who has my loyalty. Twice, I’ve stuck my dick in Cassandra. To her, though, I’m nothing but cock. She doesn’t even like my music. But Georgie…I can’t betray her.
“Two women are yours to enjoy, Parnell.”
He rocks on his heels and sighs. “Are you certain? You specifically requested…” His voice trails off.
Back to Abby again, but he can’t make a big deal that I only agreed to this if he changed his bed partner.
Lips tight, Cassandra pins me with a look. “Let me speak to Sloane alone.”
“Five minutes, Cass.” He squeezes her shoulder as he walks off and throws over his shoulder, “Change his mind for us.”
His tone placates Cassandra, as though she were a child. While his actual child is treated as an afterthought, coddled when necessary but mostly ignored.
“It’s her,” she whispers, her eyes devoid of emotion.
I lift a brow. “Georgie, I presume?” She’s the only her we’re mutually acquainted with.
“Who else?” she spits at me.
Does she really fucking expect me to admit I’ve contributed to the delinquency of a minor? Still, a partial truth cuts down the chances of tripping myself up. “She’d be humiliated if our hookups gets out. Someone has to think about her.”
“Hookups? That’s a crass description of our rendezvous. She isn’t the one you should care about. I am.”
I shake my head.
“Yes! The girl upstairs? She’s thirty. Parnell…all he talked about was your arrival as if he couldn’t wait to be rid of me.” She touches herself, opening her pussy lips. Moisture glistens from her and she sends me a pleading look. “I have needs, too.”
Clenching my jaw, I glance away.
“He’s driving me insane. I’m dying inside. When you came to our bed, it was the first time he’s brought me a younger man.”
And that was by accident. If not for my father’s urgent business trip, he would’ve been here to join them in bed.
“You’re a beautiful woman.”
She straightens and hunger sweeps over her features. “Then prove it to me and fuck me while Parnell has fun with that girl.”
Predatory now, she massages her clit and my hard dick cheers me up. But thoughts of Georgie chase me, so I won’t act on the need to fuck. Not with her mother at least.
“Are you coming?”
“If I take you to bed this afternoon, then what?”
“Then we find time to do it again.”
“Will Parnell allow that?” I cock my head. “How would we hide this from your children?”