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  “Oh yeah?” He raised one eyebrow. “So you’re not headed back to the compound to spend time with another new family member?” He pointed back into the dinner area. “Because it looks like Emmie is telling everyone good-bye.”

  “Maybe she’s fed up with the festivities too.” I wrinkled my nose. “And she is not a member of my family. Don’t say that shit.”

  “Why?” He rolled his eyes. “Because it’ll make it harder for you to justify hooking up with her?”

  I sighed, pushing past him and opening the doors into the warm night, knowing that he would follow me. I headed down the walkway flagging one of the town cars they had on standby.

  “Kase.”

  I turned to face my favorite uncle, the one who had never in the history of our life together tried to stop me from doing something I so clearly wanted to do. “I know you’re against this, I get it. But I don’t care.”

  “She’s young and we both know she’s more innocent than what you’re used to.” He stepped closer, dropping his volume. “You can’t hurt her. You can’t.”

  I nodded, moving out of the way so the driver could open my door. “I’ll be honest, like I always am, like you taught me to be.” I shrugged. “But if she’s still game, I’m playing.” I climbed into the sleek black car, the windows so heavily tinted that I could no longer see the hesitation on my uncle’s face.

  Chapter Six

  Kase

  She’d texted me when she got home, and I felt like a tiger in a cage waiting for her to get here. But it didn’t take long for Emmie to join me at the pool house. I watched as she walked up through the fields, opening the side gate. My eyes were on her, but hers were on her feet. I didn’t say a word as she kicked off her shoes and gathered her long black dress before sitting next to me, and then put her feet in the water. Her shoulder was resting against mine and that touch alone was doing things to me mere contact never had before.

  There was something different about Emmie James. My life was one grand adventure after the other, and I pretty much did what I wanted whenever I wanted to. But the want that crawled inside my chest for the timid girl sitting next to me was altogether different: stronger, more persistent.

  “Talk to me, Ems.” I needed her to relax and I wanted to hear her voice.

  She licked her lips, her eyes on the dark water in front of us. I’d left all the pool lights off, not wanting anyone to see us if they decided to come home early. I was like Wyatt, refusing to let my time with her get stolen.

  “Um, Katie says that you travel a lot for work. What is it that you do?”

  I smirked, curious to see the reaction my answer would cause in her. “I’m a model.”

  “I could see that.” Her hands went to her mouth like she was shocked she’d said those words out loud.

  “You think I’m hot, little spawn?” I couldn’t help but give her a hard time. Gently, I pulled her hands away. Before she could answer, which seemed like it would take a while since she was blushing, I told her, “I’m kidding. I’m not only a model. Agencies book me for jobs, and then fly me all over the world where I capture and create content. I take pictures of the beautiful locations, do drone videos, you name it. And then I turn around and sell that content to different companies to use however they want.”

  “That sounds really interesting.”

  “It’s a good setup.” I put my palm next to hers on the rough concrete, letting my pinkie touch hers. “I get to see the world, my travel expenses are covered, and I make double the money on each modeling booking. My fee, plus what content I sell.”

  She finally looked at me, a smile on her lips. “You’re smarter than you look, Kasen Cadence.”

  “I guarantee you there’s much more to me than meets the eye.” I winked, and those smiling lips of hers parted in a gasp, drawing my gaze to her tempting mouth.

  I put my hand on her neck, gently pulling her closer. I gave her time to tell me no. To pull back. I gave her time to stop what was about to happen between us. But instead, she watched with avid interest as I leaned in to kiss her. She let my lips move against hers, she let me part them, slipping my tongue inside her sweet mouth. She tasted like cake and champagne, and I fucking loved it.

  She whimpered, and I lost my mind for a second. I grabbed her hips, pulling her into my lap. She weighed nothing. A hummingbird perched on my knees. My hands traveled to her tiny ass, enjoying the way her core felt against my dick as she straddled me. She groaned, her fingers tightening on my shoulders.

  I kept kissing her, my palms squeezing her ass, helping her grind on my cock. I was impossibly hard, and images of laying her out beside the pool danced inside my head.

  I moved my lips to her throat, licking her rapid pulse. I pulled back to study her. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. She was trembling in my arms. I smirked, loving the way her body was responding to mine. She was going to come, it was written all over her beautiful face.

  I whispered against the shell of her ear, “You feel so good, Emmie.”

  She let her forehead drop to my shoulder, panting.

  I kept my hand on her ass, not letting her stop her increasingly intense grinds. I wanted her to come. I wanted to make her feel good. And more than that, I wanted her to want more when she woke up tomorrow.

  I started moving against her pussy, feeling its heat through her panties and my pants. Fuck, this girl was on fire. I groaned, fighting the urge to pull her panties to the side and slide inside her core.

  I wanted more. I wanted it all.

  But she was right. I was smarter than I looked. The wedding wasn’t until tomorrow, and if I hooked up with Emmie James right now, I would end up all alone tomorrow night. I couldn’t fuck her two nights in a row, chicks tended to take a double to mean more than it was. One-night stands were where it was at. The sweet spot.

  I grabbed her hair, bringing her head up so I could kiss her, swallowing her moans. Her body moved against mine and she pushed against me as she came.

  I held her, waiting for her to come down and catch her breath. “You okay, Ems?”

  She nodded, avoiding my gaze.

  Emmie could try to hide her reaction to me all she wanted, but I knew my way around a chick’s body. She wouldn’t be shuddering in my arms right now if I was wrong. So, reluctantly, I pulled back, satisfied that I’d given her a good preview.

  “Stay with me tomorrow night.”

  Her eyebrows drew in. “Is that a question?”

  “I was hoping it’d be more of a given.”

  She nodded, biting her lips, lips swollen from my kisses. “Can I think about it?”

  “Of course.” I stood, reaching a hand down to help her up. “You need me to walk you home?” I looked past her to the field that stood between the pool and her house in the distance.

  “One thing we all learn at an early age is to navigate this compound so well that darkness doesn’t make much of a difference.”

  I let her fingers slip across mine as she turned and made her way to the gate she’d entered only thirty minutes ago. Her long hair blew in the breeze, her dress dancing along with it.

  Fuck, she was stunning.

  I chuckled, shoving my hands in my pockets as I headed back inside the pool house. I couldn’t wait to have long ballerina legs wrapped around me tomorrow night.

  Chapter Seven

  Emmie

  I felt foolish leaving like that, but I’d been embarrassed. I mean I dry humped him, came, and couldn’t say a word after. Three times I considered turning back, but then I thought if I wasn’t cool enough to carry on a conversation after a little fooling around, I’d only embarrass myself more by reappearing after rabbiting. So, I went to bed thinking about Kase’s lips on mine, and I woke up thinking about the same thing. I’d never felt the way he made me feel. It was consuming, in a good way. I was excited and I was nervous. I’d never been kissed until Kase. I’d never been touched until he’d put his hands on me. But I wanted more. I wanted his attention an
d his words. I wanted to come again.

  And why shouldn’t I get what I wanted? I was an eighteen-year-old virgin and I was entitled to a little fun, right? I mean hell, my cousins had been having a damn ball while I sat quietly on the sidelines and watched. It was my turn to be reckless and selfish, to do something that made no sense and my parents would hate. It was my turn to live like a Devil’s Spawn.

  Emmie: Your offer still open?

  Kasen: Hell yes.

  Emmie: Good.

  Kasen: There’s a few things that you need to know first though, Ems.

  Ems. No one else called me Ems, and I sort of liked that Kase did. It made me feel like he and I were at least friends. I wasn’t thinking about giving my virginity to a complete stranger. No. I was thinking about having sex with my friend Kase. We had nicknames and he kissed like he was made of magic.

  Kasen: I want you, real fucking bad. But I need you to understand that one night is all there will ever be between us. I travel all the time, and I don’t plan on settling down until I’m old and gray. I’m not the guy that’s going to call you. I’m not the guy that’s going to do long distance. But I AM the guy who makes an excellent one night stand.

  I took a deep breath, pausing for a moment while I tried to sort through everything Kase’s text was making me feel. I was excited, turned on, and a little taken back. I didn’t think he’d be declaring love for me or anything, but to straight say it’d be one night and one night only? It was like a preemptive rejection, and it stung a bit. Maybe Kase was exactly what I needed though. A guy I wanted, who wanted me. There would be no complications and he’d never break my heart because he wasn’t going to let me give it to him.

  And I was tired of being the inexperienced sweet baby of the family. I was eighteen. I was one of the most talented dancers in my company. I was an adult, and I could make my own damn decisions.

  Emmie: Sounds perfect.

  Kasen: Yeah? You’re not just saying that because you desperately want my dick?

  Emmie: Desperately? Not really how I operate.

  Not that I had any clue how to operate. I’d never even gone to first base with a guy, let alone entertained the idea of having sex. Luckily everyone in my family talked about it nonstop, so I’d picked up on a few things.

  Kasen: Then I’ll see you tonight gorgeous.

  I left him on read, smiling at my reflection in the mirror over my dresser.

  Chapter Eight

  Emmie

  Katie and Cash’s wedding was beautiful, romantic, and heartfelt. She’d walked down the aisle to a recording of her dad singing an old David Essex song, Rock On. Cash had cried, Crue had put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and Jett had chuckled, but then secretly wiped his eyes through the whole damn ceremony.

  There were flowers everywhere in the gothic church in downtown Austin. The interior was transformed into a living, breathing garden. Katie and Cash loved this space, and they wanted to have their reception here as well. The diocese told them that wasn’t possible, so their dads had pulled out their wallets and made an insane donation. After the ceremony, we’d all moved out to the back courtyard where a large white tent held a million fairy lights.

  “Would you like to dance?”

  I looked up to see Kase, his palm out with a smile on his hot model face. I nodded, putting my hand in his and letting him lead me to the dance floor. “Is dancing allowed though? I thought I got one night and nothing more.”

  “We danced at the welcome lunch.” He twirled me around, bringing me back tight against his hard body. “And you technically got two nights, Ems.” He put his cheek next to mine. “We both know you came last night.”

  I was blushing. I had to be. I’d never been talked to the way Kase spoke to me, and it made my heart pump faster than any opening night performance. And he was right. Last night as I straddled his lap, his hard length hitting my clit on repeat had made me come. He’d given me my first orgasm, or at least the first one that wasn’t self-initiated.

  As we danced pressed close together, I wondered if anyone noticed us, moving in sync around the dance floor. Kase was gorgeous, and a good dancer. I felt like I was floating. I took deep breaths, willing my pulse to slow. He’d be gone in the morning, and we weren’t falling in love.

  “Ems?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You sure you’re okay with this?”

  Was he reading my mind? Could he feel the tension in my muscles? I was sure, I was so sure that it was supposed to be Kase and that it was supposed to be tonight. But I was nervous too.

  “Of course I am.” I let out the breath I’d accidentally been holding. “One more night, and then you’re gone.” I was saying it out loud for myself, to make sure the butterflies in my stomach heard me. “Don’t worry, Kase, I won’t be crying into my pillow once the sun comes up.”

  At least, I hoped I wouldn’t be.

  Chapter Nine

  Kasen

  Emmie was probably the hottest bridesmaid I’d ever seen. And I’d been to a fuck ton of weddings. She outshined her cousins, that was for sure. I couldn’t say she looked more beautiful than the bride, because the bride was my sister and she’d punch me in the junk. But she was definitely sexier than the bride.

  The wedding was full of sweet moments, flowers, and old-school Texas country music. Katie and I both grew up listening to the stuff with our Uncle Pax, who was currently twirling Avory around the crowded dance floor. Crue was in the corner, drinking from a silver flask and scowling. Cash’s twin needed to find someone else to wet his dick before his face got stuck like that.

  After the song ended, Uncle Pax came over and sat next to me, and my uncle Parker, and Pax was winking at Crue to fuck with him. “That kid needs to get his shit together.”

  “I was thinking the same thing.” I took a sip of my whiskey. “You dancing with his girl was a prick move. I like it.”

  Uncle Parker scoffed, “Those two are a damn mess.”

  I swirled my cocktail around in the crystal tumbler. “How is it that you old scoundrels know about their drama but their parents still haven’t figured it out?”

  “Well, I had to listen to Crue bitch and moan every time I visited Cash and Katie out in Cali.”

  Uncle Parker pointed across the room to the table where Smith, Dash, Jacks, and Luke were passing around a bottle of scotch. “And in case you haven’t noticed, the Devil’s Share keeps their heads firmly in the clouds.”

  Let’s hope so, because I was about to take their youngest upstairs and do unthinkable, delicious things to her perfect ballerina body. I tracked Emmie, watching as Nick, her brother-in-law, pulled her out onto the dance floor. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way he made her laugh.

  “Speaking of, did you hook up with the youngest James last night?”

  Uncle Parker choked on his champagne. “What?”

  I shook my head. “Not really.”

  “Good.”

  Parker, the more reserved of the two uncles, glanced between his brother and me. Parker had been married twice and was currently between wives at the moment. I didn’t see him as much I saw Uncle Pax, but I loved him all the same. “Is there something I should know?”

  Pax and I both shook our heads, choosing to keep last night’s disagreement to ourselves.

  My parents danced into my line of sight, blocking my view and waving to me. Mason and Payton Cadence were the complete fucking opposite of the Devil’s Share crew. They watched every move my sister and I made, which was probably the reason I chose to have all my fun out of the damn country.

  “Hey, man, can you cover for me with my dad?” I finished the whiskey in my crystal tumbler, knowing the only person who would question where I was about to go was my father. “I have, uh, plans.”

  Uncle Pax raised one eyebrow. “Plans?”

  I grinned. “Naked plans. In a hotel bed.”

  “With who?” Uncle Parker searched the room, as if the chick I was about to fuck would be waving a red flag
in the air.

  “Kase.” Uncle Pax said my name like he had last night, like it was a warning in and of itself. “I thought you said you didn’t hook up with her. I thought you’d changed your mind.”

  I scoffed. “Why the hell would I change my mind? Look at her. I said I didn’t bang her last night, not that I didn’t plan to.”

  “Look at who?” Parker was on his damn feet now, so I put my hand on his shoulder, pressing him back into his seat.

  Uncle Pax turned to me. “No. I won’t let you do that, or, well, her. I won’t let you do her.” Uncle Pax gestured around the room. “There are tons of chicks looking to fuck away their single lady blues. Pick one of them.”

  “I don’t want one of them.” And I didn’t. I wanted Ems, and I planned on having her as many times as possible before it was time for me to catch my flight. “Emmie is not as innocent as everyone thinks, she knows what’s up. I was nothing but honest with her, and she’s still game.” I leaned in closer. “It’s one night, and I’m gone tomorrow.”

  Uncle Parker’s eyes got wider as they darted between Pax and me. “Holy shit. That’s a terrible idea.”

  Uncle Pax sighed, dropping his chin to his chest. “As I’m sitting here listening to my nephew spit my own words back at me, I’m starting to wonder if I did these kids a disservice by being so open and honest about my life choices.”

  “Yeah, you’ve really fucked them up, bro.” Parker shook his head sadly, like he was disappointed in his brother.

  Pax rolled his eyes. “Like you have room to talk, two divorces guy.” He turned to look at me. “Kase, Parker is right, this is a terrible idea. It’s your sister’s wedding night and that’s the youngest girl in her new family. I’m still not even convinced that chick is eighteen.”

  “She is.” I stood, done with this cock-block. From Uncle Paxton of all people. “I googled her birthdate.” I wasn’t an idiot.

  “There’s nothing we can do to change your mind?” I shook my head, a smirk on my face. “I want the record to show that we tried.” I nodded, letting Uncle Pax know it was noted. “Make sure you wrap it up. You put a baby inside their baby, they’ll fucking kill you.”