For Her Protection

STEFENO-4

Chapter Nine

It takes about forty-five minutes to get to Cassie's house. Elijah is literally about to s**t a brick. His leg is shaking and he keeps wiping his hands. The last time I saw him like this was when he wanted to tell his mother about him joining our families. Not much scares men like us, but Cassie and Elijah's mother is one of them. She had the biggest heart of gold and was the nicest woman alive, but damn she could and would f**k you up with a look. Just one look! And she has used that look on us boys many many times.

Finally we pull in the driveway. Elijah takes a deep breath to prepare himself and makes his way to the front door. While he makes his way up the stairs, I step out and lean against the car, lighting a cigarette. I'm standing far enough back for them to have some space, but close enough to have a full visual of the front door. I'm actually anxious to see her. I've seen pictures and gotten updates, but I'm excited to see her in person. To hear her speak. To smell her scent. I pull my phone out and check emails and text messages. I do anything to cover the fact that actually want to see her.

I'm about half way through my cigarette when she opens the door. I glance up, but still keep my head down. I can vaguely hear them speaking. She looks pissed and sounds pissed. Damn! I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I hear my name, and Elijah side steps. She steps out to see and locks eyes with me. For a moment, I'm dazed. Time stands still and my breath hitches. I quickly snap out of it and square my shoulders. I turn on my emotionless demeanor. I stomp out my cigarette and make my way to the front porch. It's showtime....

As I step on the porch, I'm suddenly aware of how tall I truly am. I have to duck down a little bit just to fit. I'm used to it by now though. I stand up as much as I can. "Cassie." And I nod my head at her. She takes a couple of moments to register me speaking to her. In these moments, I get to really look at her. Like take a long good look at her for the first time in eight years. I've seen her pictures, but they do her no justice. None what so ever.

She's standing there wearing barely there shorts, which shows off her perfectly toned and tanned legs. And my God, those f*****g thighs. I would gladly kill a motherfucker to put my head between them and devour that juicy p***y. And God damn, that ass! I can see the bottom of it hanging out of her shorts. But its not in a distasteful way. I trail my eyes up to her stomach, which is perfectly flat and delectible. Then my eyes make their way up to her chest. My God, I would die a happy man to play with those t**s. There is no way she is any smaller than a DD. The things I could do with those. From my height, I can see straight done her bra. It's one of the advantages to being this tall. And let's not forget about her face with those plump lips. I can just imagine those lips wrapped around my d**k. Then there's her eyes, those bright, deep emerald green eyes. Those eyes could trap and man's soul. Damn..she is beyond perfect. And I'm totally fucked....

"Stefeno." I hear that sweet angelic voice. It brings me back to the situation at hand. She lets us come in, but as soon as I make my way past the door way, I stop in my tracks. I can smell her scent. Sweet apples and vanilla. Jesus Christ. "You sure did grow up, Cassie." I say to her and watch as she pales then looks down. I smirk and sort of chuckle to myself. She closes the front door, grabbing a hoodie on her couch and putting it on. As if that could save her from my eyes consuming her.

She walks through the living into the kitchen and of course Elijah asks where the bathroom is. When he gets nervous, the first thing he does is take a s**t. He's always been that way. But I follow Cassie into the kitchen. I didn't realize how close I had gotten to her until she turns around and bumps into me. "Would you like something to drink?" She asks me. "No." "Would you like a snack or anything?" "No." I can see how I'm making her nervous. It entices me. Automatically, my hand comes up and caresses her chin. s**t. s**t. s**t. What the f**k am I doing? I can't! So, I say something I wish I never would have said. "You look like a w***e, Cassie. Try putting some clothing on." God, I really don't want to do this. "f**k you, Stefeno." Well, damn. That hit me like a ton of bricks and sent a jolt to my d**k. "Such dirty words. Keep it up and you just might." I say to her while swiping my thumb along her bottom lip. In the back of my mind, I envision kissing her. This may not have been the best idea....