Page 12 of Yours for the Weekend

Chapter Six

C asey scrapes the bottom of her plate, collecting the last of the pasta sauce with her final bite of chicken parm. Her lips settle around her fork, and her eyes flutter shut with a moan.

I squeeze my legs together and divert my gaze.

“This is seriously amazing, Dakota.”

“It’s nothing.” I fiddle with twirling my fork around my pasta.

She glares at me. “You spent the last five hours in the kitchen whipping up this masterpiece. It’s not nothing.”

A blush creeps into my cheeks. After our talk on the hike, I asked Casey if we could stop at Meijers. I love to cook, but rarely have time during the school year to make elaborate meals from scratch. And with my mind spiraling, I needed an activity that kept my hands busy and my mind distracted.

I whipped up some chicken Parmesan with homemade spaghetti noodles and pasta sauce with a side salad.

Nothing too fancy; it definitely didn’t take me five hours, but it was time-consuming enough to kill the afternoon, and there’s the added bonus of treating Casey to a nice meal to show my appreciation for everything she’s done for me this weekend.

Plus, it feels good to cook for another person again.

Nina was obsessed with my creations and always begged me to prepare our dinners more often.

There’s a low groan in Casey’s throat as she sets the spotless fork down on her empty plate. “ So good.”

Thank god Casey is done eating. Those noises were killing me. I’m not sure how much more I could take before jumping her across this dining room table, but damn it . No . I can’t think like that.

“Are you done?” Casey points to my plate while standing. She’s wearing a lightweight lime green zip-up hoodie with black boy shorts. Her tawny blonde hair pulled up into a claw clip.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

Casey takes my plate, and I stare at the sway of her hips as she goes. Her boy shorts are sculpted perfectly to her firm ass, and I take in an eyeful as she bends to load the dishwasher. I lick my lips and reach for my wine, my mouth suddenly dry.

Oh, my gosh. I need to stop. I glance around the table for something to do and spot the salad bowl. I reach for it when Casey rips it from my grip.

“Nah uh uh,” she admonishes. “You cooked. I clean.”

I attempt to stand to help anyway when she pauses. She cocks one eyebrow, points at the seat, and says in that same sexy commanding voice from last night, “Sit.”

And yes, ma’am . I sat.

“What am I supposed to do?” I feel guilty watching her do all the cleaning while I twiddle my thumbs.

“Sit there and look pretty.” She scrapes the meager remainder of salad into the trash. “Or you could pick a movie?”

I jump at the opportunity to be productive, and, if I’m honest, I need the escape because I can’t resist the urge to check her out every time her back is turned.

“I can do that,” I say while checking the timer on my phone. There’s a batch of brownies in the oven that’ll be done in about fifteen minutes. “Any requests?”

“Surprise me.”

Scrolling through movie titles, nothing jumps out at me.

I’m sitting crisscross applesauce in the middle of the sectional.

My running shorts ride up my thighs, and I’m wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut so low the holes nearly touch the hem of my shorts.

Underneath that, I have on my favorite navy Nike sports bra.

And, fine, I may have intentionally neglected to grab a blanket because the more skin I can show off the better.

Ugh. Here I go again.

My hands are restless as I shuffle through options without fully processing what they are.

It was a onetime thing. Casey and I both agreed to that.

I need to chill before I make her uncomfortable and mess things up.

It’s just like Casey said, she was my best friend before we had sex, and she’s my best friend after.

I can’t keep eye fucking her and trying to seduce her if I want things to go back to normal.

“Ooh, let’s watch that one.” Casey startles me as she approaches my spot on the couch, a glass of red wine in one hand and a fuzzy throw blanket in the other. She settles in next to me, curling her body against mine and wrapping the blanket around us both.

I settle into her warmth. Her bent knees lay atop my thigh, and my hand instinctively rests on her leg. My pulse quickens, and I focus on calming down my breathing. This. Is. Normal. Casey and I cuddle all the time. It would be weird if we didn’t.

Just relax, I remind myself while clicking play on the rom-com she suggested.

Casey chuckles at a joke I don’t hear. How is she so good at this?

She’s so cool and calm like it’s no big deal for us to go back to normal.

She had her face in between my thighs for hours, and now she’s sitting here like it never happened.

Damn. I need to take a page out of her book.

I focus forward, but I’ve missed the whole setup of the movie.

A man appears on screen, causing the main character to gasp. Casey gasps alongside her.

“Who is that?” I ask.

“Brian—her high school sweetheart.” She smiles ruefully. “Aren’t you paying attention?”

“No, yeah, definitely. I am!” I say. “I just … um.”

“Sure you are,” she teases then bumps my shoulder with hers. I laugh, but she cuts off her own giggle with a swear. I turn to her expectantly.

“Crap. I spilled.” Casey sets her wineglass down on the coffee table and grabs a napkin.

“Oh, shit.” I turn in search for extra but don’t see any. “I’ll grab more.”

She stops me with a hand on my forearm. “It’s okay, I got it.” She dabs at her chest and sighs. “I can’t believe I did that,” she adds, but I can hardly hear her.

She’s pulled the hoodie zipper down to her sternum, and all she has on underneath is a lacy red bra.

It cups her breasts perfectly, and I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of fabric in my life.

A light trickle of wine trails down her cleavage and disappears into her bra.

I want to move her hand and use my tongue to finish the job by licking her dry.

Ah, what the hell? I’m gawking at her like a teenage boy, my tongue heavy and my stomach rolling.

Yet it’s only just now occurring to me that I never got to touch her last night.

I was so lost in how turned on Commanding Casey made me feel, I let her do all the work.

I had tried once to reciprocate, but she grabbed my wrist and told me, “Tonight’s all about you.

” Forget pillow princess, I became a pillow queen.

But Casey is so damn sexy. How could I have missed my chance to lick the spot the wine trails down her breasts? To taste my way lower until I found how wet I made her? To plunge my fingers deep inside her and make her come on my tongue?

“Dakota?” Casey asks.

I look away as my skin flames with heat. Great. She caught me staring at her tits.

“Sorry,” I grumble pathetically and steal a glance back at her to assess the damage. But instead of being uncomfortable by my gawking, I find a sultry smile.

“See something you like?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice.

My breath hitches. “Um. Uh. What?”

She moves her hand with the napkin away, leaving her body exposed, and, oh fuck , the zipper dropped lower, the material falling further open.

I gulp audibly at the sight of her hard nipples pressing against the lacy red fabric of her bra.

Her cleavage is wet and inviting, and it’s taking every ounce of control to not close the distance between us.

“I said.” Casey tilts my chin up. I swallow at the heat burning in her emerald eyes. “Do you see something you like?”

I can’t speak. My throat is parched. I nod. Without realizing it, I’m slowly moving forward. My lips part. She leans in too when the shrill of my phone alarm makes us both jump.

“Shit. The brownies!” I sprint from the room.

The scent of freshly baked fudgy brownies is mouth-watering, yet I can hardly focus on it. My mind is spinning.

“Do you need any help?” Casey’s zipper is at her belly button, her jacket splayed open and exposing her lingerie and perfect breasts.

I stumble and lose my grip on the pan. It clatters forward, and I lunge to catch it.

The pan thankfully rights itself with minimal damage to the brownies, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Clumsy,” Casey teases. She’s at my side, having also jumped forward when I almost ruined the dessert. Yet, the longer I stare at her chest, I have a different dessert in mind.

I tear my gaze away from her body. “I’m going to call it an early night.”

“What?” Casey’s forehead crinkles. “Why?”

“Because I … I’m sorry, Casey. I never should have asked you to stay last night. You should have gone to Lily’s.”

Casey frowns. “What’re you talking about?”

“I can’t stop staring at you,” I say, exasperated with a gesture at her perfect tits.

“You’re so fucking hot, and I’m so turned on I almost jumped you on the couch.

Like what is wrong with me? We agreed to one night, so I need to chill.

I’m just new to this, and my head and heart are all fucked up.

I don’t want to do anything that’ll mess us up, so I’m just going to go to bed, and I promise I’ll be back to normal in the morning. ”

“Hey.” Casey rubs my arms soothingly. “Do you regret last night?”

“I … what? No.”

“Good. I don’t either.” Her hands slide down my arms to my hands, and I squeeze them. “Did it help?” At my confused look, she elaborates. “With moving on from Nina? Even a little bit?”

I open my mouth to answer and snap it shut.

I really mull over the question. My gut reaction is to say nothing helps.

I’ll never be over Nina. But then I think about this last night.

How empowering it felt to have a partner take control of me.

I never knew that was an option, because it wasn’t with Nina.

She made that clear from the beginning. That was what she liked, and since I didn’t know what I liked, I didn’t know better. Am I really okay with that?

And I hate how much power Nina has over my emotions.

Seeing her post all happy and in love with Jamie crushed me, but Casey didn’t let me wallow.

She even confided in me something visibly painful for her, something she’s never talked about before, and all to help me feel better.

All so I would know it’s possible to find love again.

This may not be the most conventional method, but this weekend with Casey actually is helping. So I answer her.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She interlaces our fingers.

“But this isn’t messing everything up with us, is it?” I ask, desperately. “Like I can’t even eat a nice meal or watch a movie without wanting to fuck you.”

Casey sucks her lips into her mouth as if to say whoops. “Sorry. That’s my fault.” She smiles wryly. “I’ve been trying to get in your pants all day.”

My mouth falls open in shock. “Casey!”

“I’m sorry!” She laughs. “I know we said one night. But you looked so sexy strutting around my kitchen in this.” She pinches the bottom of my tee, and it reminds me I’ve basically been shirtless since, from the side, you can see every inch of my stomach and sports bra.

“What do you think if we extend that one night to while we’re at the lake house? ”

My heart pounds. Casey had originally planned an extended weekend, so we’re not headed home for two more days.

“I don’t know.” My body is pissed at me for saying that. “What I said earlier is still true. My heart and head are so messed up. It’s not fair. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“You can’t take advantage of me if I’m a willing participant.”

I sigh with a light chuckle. “Just for the weekend?”

She nods and slips her hands inside the holes of my tee. I shiver at the first contact of her fingers on my bare skin. She pulls me in closer until we’re chest to chest. “Yep. I’m yours for the weekend. Then we’ll go back to being just best friends.”

“You promise?” I ask. “This won’t mess things up between us?”

“I’d never let that happen,” she promises.

“Okay,” I say, and she cups my cheeks to pull me in for a kiss. I place my hand on her chest to stop her. “On one condition?”

She cocks a curious eyebrow.

“I get to fuck you this time.”

She laughs, the sound full and decadent. “Wow, you drive a hard bargain.” She pretends to think about it before resting her forehead against mine. “Of course you can. In fact, that’s all I’ve been thinking about.” I grin, and she cups my ass, pulling my body tighter against hers. “Now come here.”