Proof (Targes Executive Protection Book 1)

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Oh God,” I cried out as my body involuntarily arched every time Cass’s sinful tongue licked my hole. Never in a million years would I have thought being rimmed could steal one’s breath. Add in the fact that it was Cass doing the rimming, and a lot more than just my breath was being stolen.

“You comfortable, sweetheart?” Cass asked before he licked over the sensitive spot just behind my balls.

“Fuck you,” I growled because the bastard knew I couldn’t answer his question. Hell yeah, I was comfortable with Cass’s tongue on my body, but my overstimulated dick was screaming for release. That wasn’t exactly comfortable.

The position I was in, well, that was both too. It was uncomfortable because my head was pressed up against the door so Cass could have room to do his magic. It probably should have been uncomfortable to have my body bent in on itself so he could reach the spots he wanted to shower with attention. On the other hand, the sight of Cass’s gorgeous lips kissing and licking his way up and down the inside of my thighs couldn’t be described.

“In due time,” Cass said with a laugh before his head disappeared again. “Jesus!” I moaned as his tongue began to push inside of me. He’d already spent more than enough time prepping me with two of his well-lubed fingers, so my hole easily collapsed under the pressure of his stiffened tongue.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

“Didn’t I warn you about this, JJ?”

“Warn me about—about what?” I bit out as Cass’s tongue licked its way north. I held my breath as I waited for him to suck my dick into the heat of his mouth, but all he did was lick the head before continuing up my body. When his mouth covered mine, I could taste myself on his tongue.

The scorching kiss was accompanied by Cass’s cock sliding against mine. He kept the contact to a minimum and refused to let me rub my dick against his when I lifted my hips.

“Didn’t you say something about me giving you a few seconds of pleasure?” Cass breathed against my lips.

“Oh my God, are you talking about when we were in the SUV, and I was talking about⁠—”

Before I could finish my rant, Cass slid down my body and swallowed my dick to the back of his throat. I bucked wildly and thrust my hips as high as I could get them so I could fuck his mouth. I was on the edge of relief when Cass’s mouth popped off.

“Enough,” I growled as I flopped back on the supple leather beneath me. “Now I’m glad you didn’t take my suggestion that we put a blanket beneath us. I’m going to come so hard all over this seat⁠—”

Cass kissed me languidly, bringing me back from the edge of the cliff I’d been about to fall from. “Why do you think I said no to the blanket?”

I groaned as Cass shifted his hips so his dick was tapping my ass cheeks. Another kiss, gentler this time. Like he was taking a sip of fine wine. “I want your spunk in every crevice, in every crack of the leather.” Another kiss along with his dick sliding up and down my crease.

I let out a string of curses as Cass once again left me hanging right on the edge.

His firm fingers wrapped around my chin so I’d be forced to look at him. “I want to smell you every time I get into this car,” he growled. Cass’s mouth slanted over mine. Our tongues dueled for control, but I was so strung out that I had to break the kiss so I could catch my breath.

“Ready to say it?” Cass asked. He reached down so he could grab his cock and maneuver the head against my opening. I could feel his pre-cum dripping over my hole. Since I’d been given the all clear from my doctor when it came to my second round of testing, Cass had decided we should both get to have our fantasies. He was fucking me in the back seat of his car, and when he came, it would be when he was balls deep inside of me.

“It’s not a fair fight,” I blustered as he continued to tease me. “Untie me and I’ll⁠—”

Cass chose that moment to slide his finger deep into my body. He grazed my prostate.

“Fine, fine, you win. Now untie me, you asshole, and fuck me!” I hissed.

Having my wrists tied to the door’s armrest hadn’t been part of the original plan, but when it came to Cass, nothing about making love with him was planned. When we’d finally had intercourse for the first time, it had been at my own house and on the kitchen table, no less. Sully had been working late but that hadn’t meant he couldn’t have walked in at any moment. The idea of getting caught doing it on the table my brother, Cass, and I ate on every day had made me come with just a few hard thrusts of Cass’s condom-covered dick.

Instead of coming himself, Cass had kept me lying on the table, spread-eagled, so he could toy with me until I was hard again. Then he’d sat down on one of the chairs, the one I usually sat in, and practically dragged me onto his lap. He’d made it so my back was pressed to his front. The position had given me some control over the pace, but truth be told, I hadn’t wanted control. Cass had made slow, passionate love to me, all while whispering how much he loved me in my ear along with other endearments and praise. He had stroked my dick as he’d thrust into me and by the time he’d bucked up into me, filling the condom, I’d been spewing my load all over the place.

Cass and I had spent several frantic minutes cleaning up all the remnants of cum we could find, and we’d been in the process of putting our clothes on as Sully’s truck had pulled into the driveway. My ass had been on fire as we’d sat at the table. The mere thought of what Cass had done to me on the table and the chair had gotten me squirming to the point that Sully had asked me what was wrong as he’d reached for his second slice of pizza. I’d sputtered some lame excuse about my ass itching, which had made Cass laugh so hard that he’d nearly choked on his pizza.

My brother had looked at both of us like we were insane. The worst part had come when Sully had gotten up to take his dishes to the sink. As tall as my brother was, he’d nearly hit his head on the chandelier above the kitchen. That was when Cass and I had noticed a couple drops of semen dangling precariously from the light fixture. Cass had smiled in amusement while I’d been horrified. I’d had to knock over my glass of water to distract Sully. When he had gone in search of a kitchen towel just beneath the sink, I’d stood up and swiped at the drops with my napkin.

Now, as Cass reached for the soft rope he’d used to tie me up with, I took full advantage of his attempt to get the circulation flowing in my wrists. I distracted him with my mouth and just like that, I looped the rope around his wrists so he was tied to the armrest. I kept the bonds loose enough that Cass could easily slide out of them, but he didn’t. “Hmmm, you have me where you want me, but whatever will you do with me?” he asked.

“Shut up,” I snapped. I grabbed his ass and dragged him forward so he was tucked against my body. I maneuvered his dick to my opening. “Fuck me,” I ordered, though I kept my voice soft. As hot as what Cass had been doing to me was, I still wanted the fucking to really be making love.

His mouth dropped down to cover mine and then he lifted his head so we could look each other in the eye. I still had one hand on his dick. I left it there until the head of his cock pushed into me. All the laughter was gone as Cass began to rock in and out of me, going deeper each time. I had my hands on his ass and my hips lifted enough that I could control the pace. The intensity and uninhibited love in his eyes had me easing back on the pressure on his ass.

“Another first for us,” I whispered.

Cass was the one who was struggling to breathe now. I had yet to fuck him, so I didn’t know exactly what he was feeling, but I knew what his hot, bare dick felt like as it glided in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I could feel his ass muscles flexing beneath my palms as he rolled his hips over mine.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last,” I admitted.

“Me neither,” he said as he increased the pace of his thrusts. “We’ve got forever to get the timing just right.” Cass smiled.

“Forever sounds good.” I reached up with one hand to undo the rope around Cass’s wrists. His hands immediately cupped my cheeks. I moaned as his tongue mated with mine. He began to pound into me, each stroke harder than the one before.

My cock was trapped between our bodies, but the way Cass’s abdomen was sliding over the shaft, I knew my already over-sensitized dick wouldn’t need any more stimulation.

“Love you so much,” Cass growled. He put one hand against the door and grabbed my ass with his other hand. He began ramming into me as sweat drenched his forehead. I kept one hand on his back while I used the other to push his hair out of his face so I could really see him. Between our shared moans and grunts, I knew we were both right there. I wished I could see the Mustang from the outside as it rocked back and forth. Cass’s hand was the only thing keeping my head from hitting the door. His other hand lifted one of my legs so it was over his shoulder. He was as deep inside of me as he could get, but his frenzied pounding and the slapping of his heavy balls against my ass was proof that it wasn’t enough. The new position meant the hand of the arm he was using to brace my leg was free. I closed my eyes as the near painful feel of his long fingers wrapping around my dick ripped through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cass yelled as he rammed into me several more times, nailing my prostate in the process. I shouted when the orgasm hit. It rolled over me in waves as my dick shot streams of cum everywhere. Cass slammed into me one final time. He’d moved his arm so he could hold on to my thigh. When his release began to fill me, he gripped my leg hard, holding me in place as his dick continued to spill inside of me. The sensation of his hot juices coating my insides had more spunk coming out of me every time my body jerked with an aftershock. Whenever his dick pushed forward despite having nowhere to go, another aftershock hit me, causing me to squeeze my inner muscles, which then set him off again. It seemed to last forever.

Cass collapsed on top of me, his heavier weight pushing me into the leather seats beneath me. Between my sweat and my cum, he was going to get his wish. The car would smell like me for a while. It would smell like him too, because even though his dick was still inside of me, I could feel his semen seeping out of my ass.

Neither of us spoke as we both caught our breath and continued to let the aftermath of the orgasm hold our bodies captive.

A lot had changed in the span of just a few weeks, but I knew that what we were feeling now would be forever.

As much as I liked having Cass all to myself, I was glad that besides me and Sully, Cass was getting to spend time with both his father and little brother. Chandler Ashby was still recovering in the hospital. He’d had multiple surgeries to deal with all the damage the bullet had done, but he was awake and talking.

To both his sons.

Charlie had reconnected with his father as easily as if they’d never been apart. Cass’s relationship with his father was going to take time to rebuild.

A lot of time.

The sheer volume of lies Patricia Ashby had fed to Cass over the years had been beyond what he could have imagined. Cass’s mother hadn’t had cancer prior to conceiving Cass. She’d died of ovarian cancer a year after his birth. The relationship between Cass’s mother and father had been one bound in love and Chandler had never once cheated on her.

Patricia hadn’t approved of Jaqueline Croft for her son because of her “breeding.” Cass’s grandmother had viewed Cass’s mother as being below the Ashby’s social station. Jaqueline hadn’t come from money, she hadn’t been a part of the elite “society,” and she’d had what Patricia Ashby had deemed a failure of a career. Cass’s mother had been an elementary school teacher and she’d loved every moment of it. In one of Chandler Ashby’s few moments of independence from his overbearing mother, he’d eloped with the love of his life. When he’d lost her a couple years later, Chandler had been so stricken with grief that he’d handed Cass off to his own mother. By the time Chandler had tried to get him back, Patricia had held enough power to get official custody of Cass.

Chandler had admitted to Cass that he hadn’t fought hard enough for his first son and that he’d been too lost in drugs and alcohol to make sense of the death of Cass’s half sister, Allison. When he’d sobered up long enough to accept it, he’d compartmentalized it in the same way Cass had escaped the horrors of prison. Chandler, like so many others, had been pulled into Patricia Ashby’s world where control meant power and power meant money. Patricia had bullied and manipulated her son from the time he’d been a child, and Chandler’s father hadn’t had the strength to go against his wife, a woman he’d truly loved at one point. The cycle had continued with each new Ashby male heir, but it had been broken with Cass when he’d met my family and had learned what being part of a family really meant. Unwilling to let Cass go even after his time in the military, she’d been planning on getting him back under her control.

That was where I’d gotten in the way.

There were many loose ends to deal with, including the location of Charlie’s mother. Discovering who all the people were who’d aided Patricia was proving to be a challenge. The twisted irony of it all was that she had been smart enough, strong enough, and driven enough to run the Ashby empire without the need for an Ashby male to be the face of the company.

“I think we have to call that one a draw,” Cass said to me as he shifted until his dick slid out of me. Despite the sting in my ass, I already wanted him again.

“Agreed,” I said. “You get to pick the next fantasy spot, though.”

Cass chuckled as he settled his weight back down on me. His arms went around me, providing my shoulders and head with a bunch of sexy muscle as a pillow. I put my arms around him and ran my fingers up and down his spine. As well as he and I were doing, we both had a lot to deal with when it came to our personal issues. Cass was seeing a therapist several times a week to deal with the mental damage done by his years in solitary confinement as well as what his grandmother had done to him. I sat in on the sessions whenever he wanted me there, but sometimes he needed to do it alone. It didn’t change the fact that our relationship was still us and not just him or me. We made each other stronger for the times we did spend apart.

I’d had to face my own demons.

Or demon, rather.

After seeing several neurologists, I’d been given similar answers about the pain I continued to experience. Every single one of them had come to the same conclusion that the nerve damage causing the pain was permanent. They couldn’t explain what would cause an episode, but I’d begun trying different medications to get ahead of the pain.

Several of the specialists had agreed that I would likely never get my memory back. There was both frustration and relief in knowing that. I was finally beginning to accept that a piece of my life would always be missing, but more importantly, I was learning to forgive myself for all the reckless behavior I’d engaged in. The brain injury that was causing the pain was a game changer, though. The fact that I didn’t know when an episode would hit made me a liability out in the field. It even made me a liability when it came to things like driving a car. Even if the doctors found the right mix of medications and dosages that would make the episodes nearly non-existent, I couldn’t be cured and no way in hell was I willing to put others at risk just so I could pretend everything was okay.

Adjusting to the knowledge that I wouldn’t be carrying a gun anymore and that something I’d always taken for granted, driving a car, was gone for good too had hit me harder than I’d wanted to admit.

When I’d submitted my official resignation from Targes to my brother, he’d flat out refused to accept it and torn the document up. While I was a skilled marksman, Targes didn’t just need men and women to carry guns around and shoot the bad guys. Sully was insistent that not only was I automatically a partner in the business, I was also in charge of building up an investigative team. Between Cass and Sully, I’d accepted the fact that I was good at reading people and seeing things others didn’t. That wasn’t a useless quality. It would take time to find people who had the natural ability to observe and use critical thinking to solve problems and devise solutions, but I knew it was something I could do. In fact, I already had my eye on my first potential team member.

My brother’s assistant, Michael.

While I knew next to nothing about the young man, he’d already proven that he had skills that went beyond normal assistant work. Even better, though, Michael had moxie. He’d been the one who’d kept Sully out of the office while I’d been talking Cass down from the fallout of learning that his grandmother had not only lied to him, but she’d also replaced him. Apparently, all Michael had needed to do was stand in front of the door. For whatever reason, my brother hadn’t been able or willing to put his hands on the younger man.

Cass had agreed to go out into the field once all the legal stuff had been worked out. Asa Hutch was determined to get Cass a cash settlement from the city that would last him a thousand lifetimes, but more importantly, Asa wanted to put every man and woman behind bars whose palms Patricia Ashby had greased. The only money Cass was interested in was the money he felt he owed Sully for the mortgage on the house we were all now sharing. Considering all the business I had a feeling was coming our way, the house would be back in our hands inside of a year or less.

“Okay, gorgeous, get your gigantic, unbelievably sexy body off me so I can go shower. And since you wanted all the spunk in the car, I’ll leave you to work on that,” I said to Cass. It took a lot of pushing to get his heavier body to shift even a little, but when he finally groaned and moved his weight off me, I flashed him a victorious smile. “Bring in the clothes too, will you, sweetheart?” I added before getting out of the Mustang.

We were back at the little cabin where Cass and I had made love for the first time. Sully had insisted we both take some time off and go somewhere, but the way he’d said it, it had sounded like he’d been more eager to get rid of us for a while rather than us needing a vacation. I couldn’t blame my brother because Cass and I weren’t exactly quiet when it came to sex. I was also pretty sure Sully was onto us about using different spots around the house to have quickies that were rarely quick. I figured it’d been the time that Cass had fucked me in the laundry room while Sully had been in the next room watching a football game that had pushed my brother over the edge.

Since the cabin was in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t worry about the fact that I was stark naked as I made my way around the car. I’d just stepped in front of the Mustang when a strong hand pulled me backwards. I groaned when Cass kissed me.

I would never tire of his touch. I would never tire of the way he looked at me or the way he said my name. I would never tire of anything about Cassius Ashby.

Well, there was one kind of tired I’d be when it came to Cass. It was a good kind of tired, though.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he asked. I could feel his dick hardening against my thigh.

“Are you kidding⁠—”

“You never got to hear my fantasy spot,” Cass said.

Although the air around us was starting to cool, his warmth enveloped me.

“Yes, I did. You wanted to fuck me in the back seat of your car, same as mine.”

“Did I say the back seat of the car?” Cass asked.

“Yes, you did,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure what he’d said. I’d been too busy imagining him doing what he’d just done.

He walked me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the front of the Mustang. I looked down in confusion and noticed the headlights were on. Cass kissed me hard and then he lifted me until my ass landed on the hood of the muscle car. He leaned over me, forcing me to lie down in the process. “I’m pretty sure I said the hood of my car.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t because I would have remembered that,” I responded. Even now, I could feel my dick hardening. “Getting fucked on a car isn’t something you think about every day.”

“No?” Cass asked. He straightened and then pulled me down the hood until my dick was pressed up against his.

“No,” I moaned as his fingers ran the length of my dick. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Which is it, sweetheart? Yes or no?” Cass asked as he leaned over me again. The move pushed my ass up, giving him direct access to my hole.

“Yes,” I said harshly as he dipped his head and ran his tongue around the head of my cock. “Yes, you definitely mentioned fucking on the hood of the car.”

Cass continued to tease me with intimate caresses and soft kisses.

“If you pull that shit you did in the car⁠—”

“You’ll love every second of it,” Cass interjected as he pulled me upright and laid a searing kiss on me.

“Yes,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

“Good, now hop down.”

He moved out of my way but supported me when gravity forced me to put my legs down. “Cass,” I began in confusion. “Did you want to do it from behind?”

Surely the asshole wasn’t going to put the image in my head and then leave it there until he was ready to play it out.

“From behind sounds good,” Cass said with an appreciative nod.

“You’re being weird,” I responded even as shivers ran down my spine. I put my hands down on the hood and stuck my ass out. I figured Cass would put me in whatever spot he wanted when he was ready and not a moment before.

“Babe,” Cass said as he bent to whisper in my ear. “I’m loving that gorgeous ass of yours, but I don’t think you heard me right.”

I straightened. “Okay, you’re pissing me off now. If you want this gorgeous ass, you’re going to have to start kissing it pretty soon.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Fine, so are we doing this or not?”

“Like I said, you didn’t hear me right.”

I threw my hands up in exasperation. “You said you wanted to fuck on the hood of your car.”

Cass pulled me in close so he could once again press his mouth against my ear. “Oh, dear, I must’ve left out the most important part. I’m sorry,” he said, completely unapologetic. He bit down gently on my lobe. “JJ, my love, what I meant to say was I want to be fucked on the hood of the car.”

“What?” I said in disbelief. “We’ve never done that⁠—”

“Another first, then,” Cass murmured against my mouth. “Are you game?” he asked just before he pulled back and settled his palms on the hood of his car, his lush ass now on display.

“I’m game,” I blurted as I stepped behind Cass and ran my hand over his tight globes. “Very, very game.”

Cass shot me a wink over his shoulder. He smirked and looked at my hard dick. Then his eyes met mine and he gave me one of his smiles. One of his “For JJ only” smiles.

“Then let the games begin.”