Page 31 of Racing Heat (The Forbidden Heat #2)

Chapter Thirty-One

~JASE~

Ithink my first chance at giving them a pep talk went well. I hear Mac tell Cassie that she’s hanging out with Danny tonight, which means maybe, just maybe, I can get Cassie alone at my house. I shoot her a text to find out.

Jase: Hey, love. You have any plans tonight?

I send the message and then walk out of the locker room and back to my office to gather the rest of my stuff. I find August in the hallway on the way out the door.

“Hey, man,” he says, clapping me on the back. “Tough loss tonight.”

“Thanks. We’ll get them focused again for the next one.”

“You heading out tonight at all?” he asks me, transitioning our conversation into the personal.

“Nah, home to sleep a bit. I’m tired.”

He nods. “Okay. Sometime soon we should do another boys’ night or something. Get together and watch a baseball game. Grill at my place or some shit like that.”

I hold my fist up and bump it with his. “Yeah, we should do that. It’s been a while since we all hung out without having the women around.”

He grins. “Agreed. It’s a shame we can’t get them set up with guys we don’t mind hanging around, you know? Might make our nights more fun.”

“There’s always Hendrix for you,” I tease him, knowing full well she hates him.

“Not going there,” he says with a shake of his head. “I gotta split. Enjoy your night.” My phone chimes.

Augusts turns back to me. “That your evening plans?”

I chuckle. Oh, little does he know… I say nothing and he continues on, ready to go home for the night. When he’s out of sight, I check the text she sent me.

Cassie: I was hoping for plans with you.

Her message makes me grin. I’m glad I waited to check this until after he walked away. He would have noticed my expression, and I wouldn’t have gotten away from him without some sort of an explanation. I didn’t want to lie to him or have things get back to Cassie.

Jase: Perfect. My house?

I watch the bubbles appear and disappear before I finally get a response. Come on, don’t over think it, I think to myself.

Cassie: See you there.

I want to fist pump the air at her response. Instead, I gather myself and quickly leave the building so that I don’t have to keep my expression so guarded.

Jase: Can’t wait.

I hurry out of the parking lot and speed toward my house. I’ve never been so excited to get home.

I’ve only ever taken one girl other than Cassie there.

She was one of August’s ideas of helping me.

The woman was nice enough, but she was convinced that I was married and that my wife and kids would be over soon.

She talked a lot, which wasn’t what I was really looking for that night.

I know the house is big, but it’s nice to have a place where I can retreat from the world.

When I lived in Manchester, it wasn’t like that.

I lived in a high-rise. There was no backyard that I could wander around in that was just mine.

I could go to a park, but there were people, couples, and families there.

Reminders of everything I had lost or what I had potentially lost. So, the house, while it’s too big, works for me.

I pull into the garage and hurry into the house. I have some food being delivered because I imagine she’s hungry. I know that I’m hungry for her, but I don’t want to be that man who takes her as soon as she enters the house, even though that’s been on my mind since I saw her standing in my office.

I check my phone to see that my DoorDash driver is on his way to my home with the food. I’m hoping to have everything set up before she gets to my house. I want to take care of her tonight and make sure that even though they lost, she doesn’t have a shit night.

When I was in goal, I took the losses pretty hard, especially with the goals scored against me. And having our offense not get any in sure would have messed with my head. That’s why I pulled Hendrix out of there. Of course she didn’t like it, but it had been necessary.

The driver texts that my food has been left on the porch.

I hurry out there to pick it up. It’s only some pizza from the local pizza place that I’ve heard her and Mac mention so many times.

She’s a pineapple and green pepper kind of girl.

In the UK, pineapple on pizza isn’t too common.

America seems to be pretty divided on it, too.

But that’s why she likes it, and that’s what she’s going to get.

I set up the pizza in the center of the table.

From inside, I gather plates, plastic cups, a bottle of wine, and napkins.

Part of the set up that August had given me was a nice table, chair, and lounge set out there.

It’s nice to be able to eat in the privacy of my backyard.

A fan hangs from the ceiling, doing its best to help cool it down out here.

In the evenings, it’s not so bad. It’s humid tonight, but it would be worse if it was in the middle of the day.

The yard is fenced, providing me with some privacy.

I only use the yard from time to time, but it’s nice to have the option.

The doorbell rings and I head inside to let her in. I can see the shadow of her through the glass panes in the door. I hurry over and open the door, smiling at the sight of her. She’s wearing a flowy white tank top and a pair of cropped sweatpants. I love how casual and happy she looks.

“Come on in.” I move out of the way, allowing her entrance. “I’m glad you said you’d come over tonight. It saved me the trouble of begging you.”

“I thought I was going to be the one who begged,” she teases.

“The night is young,” I tell her. “I put our dinner out on the back patio. I thought you might be hungry.”

“Thank you. Not sure I deserve a good dinner after that,” she says, following me.

“What did we say?” I ask her.

“That we’re not dwelling on it, or something like that.”

“Tonight isn’t about the game anyway. Tonight is about us having some quality time together without anyone else knowing where we are and what we’re doing.”

She giggles. “And there’s plenty of empty rooms for you to hide my body in.”

“That’s not what they’re for. Although I could take your body in those rooms. Maybe we could work on christening every room.”

“I think I might like that, actually.”

We make our way outside and she stops, looking all around. “It’s really beautiful out here.”

“Thank you. One of the nicer features of the house.”

“You know, you should get some lights and hang them out here around the fence. It would look really nice lit up here at night.”

I nod. “I’ll have to remember that.”

She turns and spots the pizza. “You remembered.” Her hand braces on her chest. “You have a good memory.”

“There isn’t much you could tell me that I’d forget.”

Cassie walks over and gives me a kiss on the lips. “Thank you for taking care of me after the game and with the pizza.”

She places another light kiss on my lips, and I take advantage and draw her in closer. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel her sink into me.

Pulling back, she looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Suddenly, I’m not so hungry for pizza right now.”

“Me neither.” I back her up so that she’s resting against the pillars of the patio. I pin her there while my mouth commands her. She moans and pushes into me. I allow my hands to roam up and down her body. She’s soft and curvy. I could do this all night and not tire of touching her.

“Please,” she husks out when I release her mouth.

“Please what?” I smile devilishly at her.

Her blue eyes widen, and her lips jut out in a pout. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”

“Why not? It could be fun.”

“I lost today,” she reminds me, batting her eyelashes at me.

“I know you did. But I thought I already made you feel better about that.”

“You did, but it would make me feel so much better if you just touched me. Please.” She lifts her hips and presses them into mine.

I grind lightly against her, earning a moan. “I wonder if this stone would hurt your back.”

She shimmies against it. “That’s going to leave a mark. Not necessarily something you want to do.”

“Very true.” I grab the hem of her tank top and pull it up. She’s wearing a simple beige bra, but it’s showing off her breasts nicely. “I love how they’re ready for my attention.”

“Your mouth or your hands at this point—I don’t care—but could you just touch me?” she whines.

I kiss her lips gently, reaching around behind her and unclasping her bra.

Slowly, I take it off her shoulders and add it to the pile with her tank.

I make my way down her chin and neck until I find the pink buds.

I twist one in my fingers as I watch her eyes go wide.

She lets out a low moan, and I move to cover the other with my mouth.

Cassie moans and begs for more as I suckle on her nipple.

I switch up my hand and mouth, causing her to let out a louder moan.

“Jase, you’re killing me here.”

“How? What is it that you need me to do, my love? I’m going to need some instructions.”

“You know,” she answers with a whimper.

“I really don’t. Come on, Cassie, tell me exactly what you need from me.”

I pull back and look into her eyes, waiting for her to say something. I promised her I would make her beg, and I’m keeping that promise.

“Please put your hands on me,” she says.

“Where? Because I am touching you,” I remind her.

“Put your hands on my pussy. I’m wet and I need you.”

I smile wide at her. “That’s all you had to say.” I grab the hem of her shorts and force them down. She lets out a yip as I take her thong along with them.

“You are so wet.” I run my hand up and down her slick folds. “Should I taste you again or would you like my cock first?”

“Cock!” she cries out as I slowly move my hand up and down the outside of her pussy, touching her delicately but not quite where she needs me to be.