Page 42 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
E lliot pulled up to Cassie's apartment, finding her SUV still parked in her spot.
He sighed with relief, knowing he had a key was one thing…
using it when she wasn't there was another.
Climbing out of his truck, he jogged across the parking lot and to the stairs.
The stench of body odor filled the concrete enclosing, he wasn't sure if it was him or all the bodies that lived in the building.
He adjusted his duffel bag on his shoulder, climbing the steps two at a time till he was on the third floor.
Her apartment building had one apartment on the left and one on the right.
Putting his key in the lock made his stomach clench.
The lock clicked and he stepped through the door.
The flowers he bought here were the first thing he saw. In a massive trout vase, mouth open and tail curled, flowers daintily draped inside it, the wildflowers he brought her lit up the kitchen island.
Cassie's apartment was always either in disarray or pristine.
He'd never seen it in anything less than disaster or spotless.
As he shut the door behind him, he realized now was a disaster.
Clothes were strewn across the apartment, shoes were sat out as if to test them, and the furniture was pushed aside.
Lily, her roommate was passed out, snoring loudly from the couch with a bag of popcorn on her belly.
Cassie stood in the living room, wearing two different shoes.
"Fashion show?" He chuckled, looking up from the tizzy of fabric at his hooves.
"Well, Pearson wants me to be at the press junket, and he's going to have me at the front.
Salamander always gets a front row seat.
I'm going to be photographed a lot. I want to look good from all angles.
I want it to say professional, but also head turning, but not too much.
" She whirled in front of a floor length mirror.
"What are the choices?" He sat his bag down onto one of the kitchen chairs already pulled out.
Cassie wheeled to face him, pointing at the shoes, "Signature red pump, with my black dress and jacket. Or? Signature red dress with the black pump."
"I love you in red" He stepped closer.
"So does that mean red shoes or red dress? Or does red say stuff too loudly?"
"Oh, uh," Elliot looked around, panic filling his veins as he realized the trap he'd walked into.
"Choose the red dress," Lily groaned, shoveling popcorn into her mouth without even opening her eyes.
"No! Cause then I'll know he was just agreeing with you to make me stop." Cassie kicked off the pumps and stomped across the living room, back toward her room.
Elliot watched her disappear, clearly rifling through her closet by the sounds bouncing around the walls. Lily lifted her head off the pillow and lazily looked around. When she locked eyes with him, he smiled sheepishly. "Sup, how's it going?"
"Don't worry, she only does this before big events she has to be at," Lily chuckled, settling back on the couch.
"Tight." He nodded, climbing around the stacks of things everywhere and sat in the recliner.
Cassie returned in a flurry, wearing a purple dress and two different types of flats.
She tossed her arms out to the side. Elliot flinched, unsure what to say and she snarled, ripping the dress up and over her head.
"I'm burning it."
"Whoa, whoa whoa—baby," he laughed sheepishly, stumbling after her as she bulldozed her way back to her room. Elliot caught ahold of her arm, spinning her in the doorway. "Cassie, baby, you always look gorgeous."
Cassie roared with frustration, ripping out of his hands. Lily chortled from the living room, "Wrong answer."
"What?" Elliot darted his attention from the living room back to his already naked girlfriend. "Wait, Cassie, can you take a deep breath for me."
She stood, seething at the center of the room, nipples out in only a pair of pumps. He arched a brow as she put her fists to her hips. Cassie inhaled sharply through her nose, then let it out. He smirked, "That's my girl."
If she wasn't a raging bull at the moment, he'd savor the image of her in a pair of nude heels that matched the pretty pink tint of her pussy.
Or the way her curls were tossed every which way, like he'd already scrunched them.
He liked her in heels—no! Elliot decided he loved her in heels.
The way she stood in them with her thighs slightly parted, and her calf muscles were a dream.
"I think I'm better and then the very next second, I'm right back to where I was. I'm still a mess."
Elliot chuckled, stepping over all the debris. "It's not fun if you're not a mess."
Cassie groaned, rolling her eyes at the same time.
He grabbed her by the hips tenderly, pulling her closer to him.
Eventually, she gave in and melted into his chest. He slid his hands across her soft, warm skin to her back, rubbing it.
She lay her head against his chest, sighing, "You're still so sweaty, how are you still drenched in sweat? "
"I'm covered in fur, newsie. I'm always hot." He kissed the top of her head.
Cassie snorted, "Yeah, you are."
Elliot rolled his eyes. Walked into that one. He pulled back to look at her face. "Why don't you show me the red dress? Huh?"
Cassie nodded, shuffling her feet as she peeled away from him.
She kept the heels on as she grabbed a different pair of underwear that hung from the bed frame.
Elliot squeaked but swallowed the sound that nearly came out of his mouth.
She wheeled around, holding up the underwear in question. "What?"
"Uh, you know…maybe try the dress on without…the underwear?" He hungrily raked his eyes down her body. Cassie flushed as wicked glee filled her face. She flung her panties at him and he caught them in mid-air…with his horn.