Siphoned (M)

Quicklime.

Fuck.

There was no way he could be as lucky as that, to have her bad to the core like him, to have her smart and funny and hot and like him and be okay with murder.

He wasn't.

He'd never been lucky in his entire life but god with her skin under his fingers and the room filled with the sounds of Zeppelin four and her soft panting moans its a lot easier to pretend that she is.

That she'll leave all this behind and take off to an island were they could just steal and plot and fuck. Maybe he'd even teacher her how surf.

"Cassidy..." his name is this crazed desperate word in her mouth as she wraps her fingers around his wrist and tries to pull his hand down her body, "please..." she closes her eyes tight and her skin flushes even more.

Embarrassed.

Its cute but as his hands have moved across her skin, his mouth leaving wet trails across that pale skin the rage in her had melted and it's really too bad because he wants to fuck Bad Cindy he just wants to hold hands and share soft kisses with Good Cindy.

Her body is rolling up into him impatient.

"Fuck Cassidy." She lets out in a hiss of sound, "if you don't want to I can always put my shorts back on."

He pulls away from her, he can clearly see how wet she is for him and he feels like the worst boyfriend in the world.

"I'm sorry Cindy." He sits back on his heels and she slides from the bed to retrieve her shorts.

God she's so pretty.

She bends over right there and slides her shorts on, "its okay Cass. I should probably go anyway, I have some stuff I need to do." She turns to him standing in front of him shockingly confident in just a pair of tiny shorts and her black bra.

"What kinda stuff?" He asks because shockingly he's actually interested.

She looks away from him trying to find her shirt.

It's under the pillow by the desk but he sure as hell isn't going to tell her.

"You wont tell anyone?" She asks pulling nervously on her hair.

"Course not." If there is one thing that Cassidy excels at its keeping a god damn secret. Although honestly he doesn't know how bad it could be. Probably more embarrassing than bad.

"I have to set up an offshore account."

"Why would you need an offshore?"

"To put all the money I'm siphoning off of one of your father's shell companies..."

"Your doing what?" He barely manages to get out because fuck that is the hottest thing she's ever said.

"I'm siphoning" she doesn't get to finish because he's pulled her violently to the bed, his teeth in her neck, his fingers ripping at her shorts.

His fingers finally manage to unbutton her shorts, her mouth against his ear he pushes her underwear to the side and slides a finger right into her.

The gasp in his ear is fucking magic and the hard press of her fingers against his skin hurts just enough to feel amazing.

She's impossibly tight and hot and slick and soft.

"God..." he's surprised he managed to get a whole word out because Christ how can she be so tight.

He watches her face as he slides another finger into her, her eyes dark and glazed her mouth wet and parted small moans and gasps falling from her.

He can feel her hands shake as they fall down his body to grip onto his belt tightly. Working distractedly at the buckle.

Her body is arching up so close.

He wants her.

Badly and it feels so good to want her like this.

Because it isn't a power thing. It isn't about finally being in control of something it's about her and him and every gasping moan she makes against his ear drives that home.

"Ca...Cass..." she moans out and she tightens around his fingers.

Oh she's...

There's a rush of wet against his fingers and her hands twists his belt painfully, managing to pull the belt half off in her efforts, and her body arches up into him and watching her just fall apart like that is the best thing he's ever seen in his entire life.

She is frequently the best thing he's seen in his entire life.

Panting for breath, red in the face, chest heaving because of something he did. Something good that he'd done.

He slid his fingers out of her shorts, slick and pops them in his mouth to clean them without much thought.

She slides off the bed again shifting in her underwear pulling up her shorts, "I really should get going this ti-"

She doesn't get to finish her sentence, his bedroom door opens and his father is standing there.

"Beaver have you seen my..." his fathers eyes widen at the sight in the room, "Oh. Probably not then." His father eyes his open belt and the messy bed and the state of Mac and the smell of sex hangs heavily in the air.

"Dad." He stands from the bed and quickly tosses his button up at Mac. Honestly he'd been expecting Dick. For his brother to snap out of it and decide the best way to feel better was to wail on him. He's not sure if he'd prefer that.

His father stands stunned in the doorway and Cassidy moves between him and Mac who is desperately trying to remain calm and do the buttons up on the shirt.

"So that's your girlfriend then..."

"Yeah. This is Mac."

Mac peaks around him, "Hello Mr. Casablancas...umm...I usually have more clothes on."

Pity

His father doesn't say it but its written all over him. Does Cindy have some sort of weird pheromone because that appears to be three Casablancas men that want a piece of her.

"Stay for dinner." His father is pouring out that Casablancas charm that paid for this stupidly huge house, that charm that gets Dick laid and that he most definitely did not get, " I'd love to know a little more about the girl that's finally caught our little Beavers eye."

He sends his nails into his palms, Macs hand presses against his shoulder.

"She has stuff to do."

Like rob your company blind you asshole

"I'm sure she can manage enough time for dinner."

"She's vegan." He tries desperately but his father is above all a prepared confidence man.

"I'll have the cook prepare something special just for this occasion it's not everyday that I get to see your girlfriend." He smiles that smug confident smile he didn't inherit and walks away from them leaving the door wide open.

Like he can choose now to be involved. Where was this concern when he needed it. When he was being...no. don't go there. not now.

His body turns ice cold and blood rushes back to the other parts of his body allowing him to comfortably do his pants back up.

He turns to Mac whose standing there surprised in his blue flannel and tries to focus everything in him on how great she is and how much she seems to like him. Above all others (Dick), he's the one she wants.

"You can go, you don't have to stay." He tells her, he thinks it might be safer for everyone if she leaves.

Having dinner with Dick after this afternoon is one thing but he has this horrible feeling that his father is going to hit on her. And Kendal god she was always a fucking delight.

"No. Its okay...I can stay I'll just call my parents...I mean if you want me to go I'll go, if you don't want me to-"

"Cindy." He tells her softly taking in her nervous appearance, "I offered to buy you an island. I want you around like all the time." It comes to him a little too late that maybe that sounds a little desperate and he opens his mouth to take it back but she got this soft smile on her face that he put there.

"Okay."

"Okay to the island?" He offers in all seriousness but she laughs.

She thinks he's kidding. He makes note to see exactly how much an island will set him back.

"I'll stay for dinner you goof." She pushes him playfully.

Now all he has to worry about it his father and Dick and Kendal and what to say and... fuck...yeah this is going to be great.