Page 67 of Becoming
“It’s okay, Cassidy. First of all, I was in business school, not law, so we would have been in separate buildings. Second, I graduated in ’97.”
Bev looked up sharply, swallowing hard to avoid choking. “Nine…”
“Bev, let it go.” It took Russ a few seconds to catch up with the math, but suffice it to say, Miss Rebecca Cuinn was quite older than Cass.
“You’re…”
“I’m forty-one,” Rebecca said matter-of-factly.
“Before this goes any further,” Cass began. “I want you both to know that I was very aware of everything when I asked Rebecca to be with me. We both went into this with our eyes wide open. Please don’t judge us.”
Bev took a breath. “I’m not judging, Cass. But how much can you two have in common besides sex.” She whispered the last word, then looked around to make sure she wasn’t heard by anyone else.
“We have quite a lot in common,” Rebecca offered, trying not to laugh at the situation. Her choices were to either laugh, cry, get angry, or explain the situation. Aunt Wills would be proud that she chose the latter. “We talk, Mrs. Giles. A great deal. Believe me, I had my reservations. I made all of the arguments I’m sure you’re making in your mind.” She took Cassidy’s hand. “Your daughter is very persuasive. And, as long as she doesn’t have a problem with the age difference, I won’t either.”
“I can understand that,” Bev said amicably. “I’m sure she’s told you that I’m older than her father. But those were different times and we made sure that all of our hopes and dreams coincided with one another’s before we took that leap.”
“How pragmatic.” Rebecca held up a hand. “I apologize for that. Mrs. Giles, Beverly, I deal with business every day of my life. Past relationships have all been about business.” She looked at Cassidy lovingly. “With Cassidy, it’s not about that. It’s about the feelings. She’s taught me how to let go of the fear and follow my heart.”
Cass grinned at her lover. Not many people had the guts to put Beverly Giles in her place. Rebecca did it with grace and respect. Plus, everything she just said made Cass fall in love even more.
“That’s sweet. I want to be happy for you both.”
“So, let’s be,” Russ cut in. “Rebecca is good for Cass. Anyone with eyes can see that. Let’s be grateful she found someone that ticks all the right boxes. Intelligence, beauty, success, the ability to keep our kid in line.” He ducked when Cass threw a piece of squash at him.
Bev didn’t laugh. “What happens if she wants someone younger? Someone more her age at some point?”
“Never gonna happen,” Cass answered confidently.
“I won’t hold Cassidy back,” Rebecca answered Bev unwaveringly. “I’ve thought of all of the scenarios and have come to terms with them.”
“What about children? Don’t you think you’re a little too old to carry a child to term safely? How will that affect the relationship?”
Rebecca faltered. That was one scenario she hadn’t thought of. Cassidy had never mentioned children and Rebecca had resigned herself years ago to never having them.
Cass noticed Rebecca’s hesitation. Though she was extremely curious to find out what she thought of having kids, they would do that in a more private setting. “Mom, please stop. I’m not a kid. Rebecca and I are grown adults who can make decisions on our own. I’m happy, ma. Really, really happy.”
Bev considered her options. Only one would keep everyone at this table from being mad at her. So, she took it. It wasn’t a difficult decision since she actually liked the feisty woman sitting across from her. With that in mind, she smiled and raised her glass. “Welcome to the family, Rebecca.”
CASS WAVED AS her parents backed out of the driveway. “So glad that’s over. Love them to death, but,” she pushed Rebecca inside as soon as the front door was open. “Do you have it on under this?”
“Yes.” Rebecca barely got the word out before Cassidy attacked, kissing her fiercely. As soon as Cassidy kicked the door closed, buttons were flying and bouncing off the hardwood floor. “I liked this shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Cassidy murmured against Rebecca’s lips. “Right now, I need to get to what’s underneath.”
She whirled Rebecca around and pushed her up against the door. Cass was desperate enough to lack finesse, but a slightly panting Rebecca didn’t seem to mind all that much.
“Take off your pants,” Cass ordered as she struggled with her own.
Rebecca moaned at Cassidy’s demand, complying without hesitation. Her young girlfriend was getting very good at dominating. Anticipation built as Cassidy’s jeans fell to the floor at her feet. And when Cassidy dropped to her knees in front of her, Rebecca felt her wetness dripping from the crotchless lingerie she wore.
“Put your leg over my shoulder.” Cass kissed the smooth thigh as Rebecca draped it over her shoulder. The scent of her lover’s sex was intoxicating, and Cass couldn’t hold back any longer. Three days without tasting Rebecca was a drought Cass never wanted to experience again. She dove in as though her life depended on Rebecca’s ambrosia.
“Fuck!” The leg that held Rebecca up, buckled and she struggled to stay upright. Feeling Cassidy’s tongue against her aching clit was a blend of bliss and torture. How could she have let such a silly fight come between them? Never again. In no time, she felt that familiar peak begin to crescendo. And then Cassidy’s mouth was gone. “Wha…?”
Cass didn’t give Rebecca a chance to finish that question. As she stood, she grabbed Rebecca behind the thighs and lifted her. Rebecca’s back slammed against the front door while Cass reached between them and positioned the dildo at Rebecca’s wet and ready opening. She plunged inside so hard that the doorknob rattled, competing with a cry of ecstasy that Rebecca let out.
She didn’t relent. Even as Rebecca’s fingernails dug into her shoulders and back, Cass never eased up. Her thrusts became harder, faster. She braced one hand on the door as leverage, holding Rebecca up with the other, and she kept thrusting. Everything around her ceased to exist except the woman in her arms. Rebecca. The name became Cass’s mantra until the moment she exploded with what was eerily close to a roar. The only thing strong enough to penetrate her euphoria was Rebecca’s own shattered yell.