Chapter 25

It was a warm Saturday afternoon when an unexpected visitor knocked on Cassidy's door.

She woke up after sleeping for 12 hours straight, feeling rejuvenated and more alive than she had in weeks. After her morning run, Cassidy showered and changed into a pair of blue checkered shorts and a plain blue spaghetti strapped camisole. Her poor house had been neglected for the past couple weeks and Cassidy planned on cleaning it from top to bottom. She did the windows first, then dusting and took a break to do the dishes. All of her blankets and sheets were also washed, Peyton's as well, along with the spot on her carpet where she'd been attacked. Cassidy was in the middle of vacuuming when she heard the doorbell ring throughout her house, blasting Lifehouse from her stereo and smiled, turning the vacuum off.

"Hold on a second!" She called out over the music, dancing over to turn it off and answered the door.

She did not expect to see Jonathan Good standing on the other side.

Oh god, had Trista told him about the meeting? Cassidy swallowed hard and stood her ground, trying to learn how to breathe. He had on skintight black jeans and a grey sleeveless shirt that stretched across his muscular chest, tucked in neatly. A black bandana covered the top of his head, tied tightly at the nape of his neck and he had black sunglasses over his eyes. All those assumptions about Jonathan Good, now that she knew a little more about him, were officially tossed out the window.

"What are you doing here?" She hadn't meant to sound so blunt, but it was all she could think to say to this man, looking genuinely confused.

Jon couldn't believe he was doing this and slid the shades from his eyes slowly, revealing blue topaz gemstones, tucking them in the pocket of his jeans. "We need to talk." He rasped gruffly, having given her a blatant scan and could already tell this woman had an incredible body.

"What about?" There was no way Cassidy would allow him to step foot in her house, not without knowing his reason for coming.

"Let me in and I'll tell you." He retorted, watching her azure eyes narrow and smirked.

"Tell me and I'll let you in." Two could play that game, Cassidy thought, and blinked when Jon brushed past her small frame, letting himself in. "I didn't invite you inside."

"I'm aware of that." Jon grunted, looking around her house and was surprised by her rather…boring taste, nothing really standing out that told him what kind of person she was. "I also know you won't kick me out."

"Oh really?" This guy was arrogant and already had her on edge, feeling her temper slowly rising. "And how do you know that?"

Jon chuckled, slowly turning his head to look at her. "You would've slammed the door in my face if you didn't want me here." It was a fact, there was no point denying it.

Cassidy blanched, not believing the audacity of this pompous asshole and wanted to kick him between his legs, not bothering to hide her annoyance. "Fine, you're inside. Now tell me what you want, so I can get back to my cleaning." Her tone was clipped and even as Cassidy folded her arms in front of her chest.

"You."

It was one word and rocked Cassidy to her very core, the embers she'd felt for Jon for the past week sparking inside of her. "I'm sorry - what?" She took a step back when he took one forward, doing it out of pure instinct and was thankful for the vacuum blocking his way to her temporarily. "I don't understand…"

"No? Judging by the way your breathing has accelerated and your shaking hands, I think you do. In fact, I KNOW you do." Jon radiated with confidence and cockiness, icy eyes daring her to deny it.

He was dangerous, Elissa had been right, but not in the way Cassidy originally thought. This man could read her very easily, her body language practically screaming out for him to rip her clothes off. Cassidy had to think and fast, deciding she would force him out of her house by sparking his temper. It was the only way she saw to get out of this predicament and derail his reason for coming here.

"You're daunting and barged into my home uninvited. Forgive me for being a little shaken up over it." Cassidy snapped, furrowing her brows together and watched his every move, ready to bolt if she had to. "And why don't you elaborate a little instead of talking in riddles?"

Jon could tell she was serious and stroked his chin thoughtfully, deciding to humor her. "I could always show you what I mean instead of telling you, Cassidy." He suggested lasciviously, taking another step toward her and found it entertaining how she thought a vacuum would stop him from advancing.

"I'd rather hear it, thanks."

Cassidy took another step back, her heart rate speeding up at his suggestive voice. That voice could honestly melt ice in seconds. Jon was fed up, crossing over to yank the vacuum out of her hands and tossed it to the side, grabbing her upper arms. He yanked her flush against his rock hard body, hearing her soft gasp and could see the distress in her eyes. That's not all he saw though. Behind the distress was raw desire and want - almost a need for him. Had she been having dreams about him as well?

"You've been driving me crazy." He growled, waiting for her to fall into a puddle at his feet and buried his fingers in her strawberry blonde hair, lowering his head slightly. "Now tell me honestly, do I really need to keep talking?"

"Why did you save me?" Cassidy asked in a rush, the tremor in her voice heightened as his lips hovered over hers, barely touching.

"What?" Was this woman serious? He was putting the moves on her, seducing her and she was STILL questioning his actions! "Because I wanted to."

"Why?" Cassidy refused to give up, seeing the frustration building in his frosty eyes and knew her plan was working.

"Because it's my damn job." Jon grunted, once again trying to kiss her, but Cassidy blocked him again.

"That's not good enough."

Cassidy broke away from him, surprised his hands slid from her upper arms and shook her head. He had to leave. She was in no condition to talk about this and could feel tears sting the back of her eyes. Because he wanted to, because it was his job, was not the answers she wanted to hear. Jon wouldn't give her the answers though, the truth, because he didn't want to face his past. In all honesty, Jon was still that same scared little boy watching his entire world burn to a crisp.

"Get out."

Jon's eyes shot open then narrowed, gritting his teeth. "No." He refused to leave without getting an explanation since she obviously didn't want him to sex her up the way all the others he saved had. "What the hell do you want me to say, Cassidy? What exactly do you want to hear?"

"The truth."

"But that IS the truth! Damn woman!" Jon growled in frustration, suddenly taking his bandana off and tossed it across the room, blue eyes turning from ice to fire in seconds.

"No it's not." Cassidy wasn't fazed by his temper tantrum and merely stood there, planting her hands on her hips. "Either tell me the truth or get out. It's as simple as that."

"You know what? Fuck this. You're an ungrateful bitch!" Jon snatched his bandana from the floor and started for the door, pissed beyond belief.

Before he could walk out the door, Cassidy decided she wasn't done with him and figured this was the only way to make him talk. "It wasn't your fault, you know." Her voice was low and soft, azure eyes never leaving him.

Every part of Jon's body tensed to the point where the veins in his neck began popping out, his hand tightening on the door frame. What the hell was she talking about? This woman was perplexing him by the second and it was irritating to the say the least. Stepping back inside the house, Jon slammed the door shut with authority and slowly turned his head until blue ice locked on the woman negating to give him an ounce of armistice.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He ordered gravely, eyes narrowing at the sympathy she developed.

"I know, Jon." Cassidy murmured, slowly walking toward him and knew he would probably snap her in half for this, but she had to take the chance - the leap.

"You know what exactly?" Jon demanded, for once taking a step back and could feel his stomach tightening, fists clenched at his sides.

"About your parents."

That was it.

Jon had to leave now before he killed her, his jaw ticking with every passing second that went by. His eyes spewed icicles at her, the hatred burning mixed with want of his own, every part of him coiled. This bitch had balls of steel to actually look up his family history and then try to give him pity over it. If she only knew the truth about what happened, of what he did…Jon shut his eyes and that was the opening Cassidy needed. Reaching up, she brought Jon's mouth down to crash against hers, feeling all of his pain and anger radiating from his big body. It didn't scare her. Somehow, she knew Jon would never hurt her and Cassidy was tired of fighting what she wanted, what she needed from him. Jon hadn't expected her to do this, thinking she wanted nothing to do with him, and felt the roaring fire inside of him overshadow all other feelings, including his rage.

His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling Cassidy closer to him and slid his hands down to her perfect pert backside, lifting her up with ease. She weighed lighter than a feather and was soft to the touch, her lips pure ambrosia against his. Jon growled, forcing her mouth open as his tongue delved in the deep recesses, searching and reaching every crevice. Cassidy shivered, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he held her against him, her hands never leaving his face. Once the kiss broke, Cassidy's eyes were smoky sapphires and Jon's had turned from icy blue to an ocean smoldering with barely contained desire. He wanted her and she wanted him. There was no grey area and Cassidy didn't care what the consequences held after this. If Jon wanted to use her body to get his aggression out, he could, but it would on her terms. Jon set Cassidy on her feet, immediately whipping her around until her stomach bit painfully into the couch.

"W-What are you doing?" Cassidy asked breathlessly, hearing him remove the belt from his jeans and the zipper sliding down, shivering.

"What the fuck does it look like? Just stay still." Jon ordered gruffly, the anger evident in his tone and growled when she didn't obey him. "If you want me to fuck you-"

"No." Cassidy shook her head breaking away from him and proceeded to remove her tank top, flipping the lock on the front door so Peyton couldn't barge in if she came back before Jon left. "Give me your hand now."

Jon blinked, his attention immediately averting to her beautiful white lace bra that covered her breasts, wanting the offending material gone. "What are you-?"

"Take my goddamn hand!" She shouted, shoving him and could see the shock register in his eyes, fire erupting in her own. "You're going to fuck me on MY terms, not yours. Now take my hand or get out."

Completely bewildered, Jon could only take her hand and let her guide him over to the couch, falling back on it with her straddling his lap. Cassidy hastily pulled his shirt from his jeans and pushed it over his head, wanting to feet his skin against her fingers. Jon hissed out when her nails dragged roughly down his chest, leaving red lines in their path and looked up at Cassidy, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"All you had to do was say so." He muttered, tearing the bra clean off her body, the material giving under his brute strength and power.

Cassidy moaned in satisfaction and hopped off of him long enough to remove her shorts, once again straddling him. "Do it again." She ordered, taking his hand and felt it bunch the material of her panties, tearing them from her just like he did with the bra. "Good, now fuck me until we both can't see straight."

Snarling with flared nostrils, Jon lifted her up and planted her on the couch on all fours, smacking her backside hard enough to leave a red handprint on it. He removed his jeans, boxer/briefs and boots, gripping her hips roughly in his hands, not remembering the last time he touched a woman this much. The way she ordered him around and knew exactly what she wanted turned his world upside in more ways than one.

And he liked it.

"Spread those thighs so I can check to see if you're ready for me, Cass." He rasped low in her ear, smirking when she obeyed and slid his finger all the way inside of her, groaning at how tight she was. Fantastic, she wasn't a loose bitch like the others had been. "Mmm perfect…"

"Shut up and fuck me already." She ordered in a rough voice, gasping when he slammed inside of her without warning, not giving her time to adjust to him. "Yes!"

Jon dug his nails into her sides slightly as he plummeted in and out of her receptive body, loving how tight her pussy was. It'd been quite a while since he found a tight pussy that blew his mind the way hers did. Her words about his parents suddenly flooded Jon's mind and he increased the speed, thrusting relentlessly balancing on one foot. He nipped her side and back, his finger pounding her from the front while his cock took care of business in the back. Cassidy had never felt anything like this before as her body wracked with both pain and pleasure, enjoying the roughness of it all. She'd had so much aggression and frustration built up over the past week because Jon wouldn't leave her mind. Having sex with him was the last thing she ever expected to happen, but Cassidy couldn't deny it's all she could think about. His balls slapping against her lips made her head spin and Cassidy whipped her hair back, meeting him for every brutal thrust he produced inside of her.

The sound echoed off the walls as Jon grunted approvingly, suddenly ripping her up by her hair and bit into her neck, hearing her cry out. His finger reluctantly left her pussy to grab her breasts, tweaking her nipples painfully while he continued drubbing her. Cassidy went with everything and anything he wanted, hissing out as the hot coil deep within her threatened to spring free. Not yet, she held back with everything she had, even when Jon ordered her to let go, defying him every step of the way. Shoving her back down, Jon was done playing games and grabbed the back of her neck, thrusting as hard, deep and fast as he could muster, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Their bodies were coated in a thin sheen of perspiration and Jon could feel his balls tingle, his cock begging to just release inside of her. Cassidy couldn't take it anymore and finally let the hot coil spring open, every part of her quivering and shattered against Jon, her sweet essence milking his throbbing cock.

"Jon!" She screamed out when she felt his seed fill her completely.

Not stopping meeting him thrust for thrust until he slowed to a final stop, both of them sagged against each other breathing raggedly and tried to slow their racing hearts. Cassidy was the one to pull away first, not waiting for Jon's goodbye speech and snatched her clothes from the floor on shaky legs. Jon watched her, seeing what she was doing and almost slapped his face, standing there stark naked while she dressed silently.

"There, that's out of our systems finally. You can leave now. Thanks." Cassidy didn't wait for a response and walked past him down the hallway, slamming her bedroom behind her with authority.

All Jon could do was dress and leave the house, riding back to his apartment with only Cassidy on his mind, wondering if he'd ever see her again.