184 - Case's Guilt

*Wedding rings are round, no beginning and no end, just like love. – Trigg*

Case felt guilty.

There was no other way to describe it. She felt guilty.

The guilt that she had felt the morning after was nothing compared to the guilt that she now felt.

A few days after Easter, when they had woken up to find eggs scattered all over the yards, playground and porch, Case had been unable to sleep. She had found herself in Molly’s office with a book that was marked as having come from *Nessie’s Secret Library*.

Not only did she enjoy the story, and the amazing spice, but she was amused by the comments in the margins. From what she had read, someone certainly did enjoy what was referred to as a ‘kitty cat’ sundae.

Without a doubt, she would soon be heading upstairs to her room and the new toy that was on the charger. Whoever created rechargeable vibrators was her hero, and she planned on giving them a two orgasm salute later.

She was so engrossed in the book that she did not hear Molly enter his office. It was not until a shadow fell over her, blocking her light from the lamp on the end table, that she became aware that she was no longer alone.

Molly chuckled behind her. “The other pretties really like this book, too. Actually, I think it’s quite popular with all the women.”

“I can see why,” Case whispered as he reached over her shoulder and flipped a few pages.

“This,” he said softly as he pointed to where another star and comments were on the page, “is one of my favorites.”

She had been unable to focus on the words on the page as the letters begin to swim in front of her. It was his strong arm that had her attention. And the heat coming off his bare chest. The rumble of his voice that hit her core.

The man was her friends’ husband. They had offered their house to her when she had no other place to go. Accepted her with no questions asked, no conditions given.

Yet, she did not stop him when he shifted them and sat on the couch with her straddling his lap. Did not pull away when he caressed her cheek. Certainly, did not tell him no when he asked if he could kiss her. Instead, it had been a breathy yes that had been her answer.

She had not stopped him when he pulled her shirt off. But had begged for more when his mouth latched onto her breast. Her fingers dug into his hair and held him to her as she began to grind against him.

A whimper escaped her when he flipped her and settled her back on the cushions. He gave her a hungry smile as he sat on his knees on the floor between her legs. She gasped in surprise when he yanked her sleep shorts off.

Her body arched into his touch when he ran a finger down her red lace thing. He pushed the flimsy material into her wet heat before trailing his finger up to her clit.

“It’s a shame…” he murmured to her.

His words made no sense to her. “What’s a shame?”

“How pretty these were.”

Before she could ask what he meant, the room was filled with the sound of ripping material and then his mouth was on her. He delved into her, scooping up her cream as her hands grabbed his hair and held him in place.

His name fell from her mouth like a chant as he sucked on her clit and slipped two fingers inside her. Turning his hand, he pressed his fingers against that magical spot inside her causing the world to fall away.

With soft pants, she slowly came back to herself, barely aware of the gentle kisses and soft licks that he was giving her. Releasing his hair, her hands moved up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.

“Tell me, pretty,” he whispered hoarsely, “what do you like?”

Case gave a soft sound as she debated with herself if she should say.

“I need to taste you come on my tongue again before I fuck you, tell me what you like.”

“My… ass..” she finally whispered. She could feel her face turning red as she admitted what she liked.

He hummed against her before slipping a finger from his other hand inside her to lube it up. “Just to play?” his finger moved down and teased her backdoor.

Moaning, she pressed into his touch.

“Or more?”

“More,” she begged and then gave another moan as he slipped his finger inside. “Oh, God, yes…”

He began to see-saw his fingers in and out of her as his mouth returned to her clit. Their eyes met as she neared her second orgasm and bit down on her lower lip. Grinning he moved back slightly.

“The office is soundproof, let me hear you.”

She screamed with the next few orgasms until her voice was raspy and her throat raw. When she whimpered in protest and told him that she could endure no more, he finally relented and released her. Through hooded eyes, she watched him stand, pushing his pajama pants down.

His erection stood proud; long, thick and hard. Licking her lips, she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him.

“Not tonight, pretty,” told her as he helped her to her feet. He placed her hands on his shoulders and then lifted her by her thighs as he turned to sit on the couch. “Case, I’m not going to last long.”

Sinking down, she impaled herself and sighed out in pleasure as he stretched her and filled her. “Don’t try to.”

“Condom…”

She kissed him as she started to move on him, “I’m on birth control.”

Between the book she had been reading and his finger and tongue skills, she was halfway to the next orgasm. He kissed her deeply and helped her to ride him just before he trailed kisses down to her breasts.

“Molly!”

He had spoken the truth when he said that he would not last long. “Case, I’m going to –“

“Fill me up,” she commanded.

Immediately, he obeyed with a groan. As he pulsed inside her, she went over the edge one more time. With small tremors coursing through her body, he laid down on the couch and kicked off is pajama pants. Stretching out beneath her, rubbing her back and then pressed a light kiss to her head.

“Go to sleep, pretty.”

The following morning, she had woken up in his arms on the couch. A blanket had been tossed over them at some point. Her clothes were neatly stacked on the nearby table with a full-length terry cloth robe.

Reality of what had happened hit her and the guilt came on the next wave. It was immediately followed by shame. Stifling a sob, she slid out of his arms and covered him back up.

“Case…” he mumbled in his sleep.

“Shhhhh… go back to sleep.” She whispered, barely trusting her voice.

“Okay, pretty.”

He gave a small snore as she pulled on the robe and snatched up her clothes. She left the office and pulled the door closed behind her, making as little noise as possible. Barefoot, she crept down the hall and found Molly’s four wives in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for the large family.

Tammy smiled over at Case as she stood frozen to the spot. “Hungry? The man has a healthy appetite that can make you work up an appetite.”

The other three women stopped and looked at her. None of them had any anger or jealousy in their smiles or actions. Their relaxed reactions made her feel worse and she couldn’t stop the tears that spontaneously fell on a broken sob.

“I’m sorry.” Case sobbed out and the four women rushed to engulf her in a group hug. “I didn’t mean to… it just…”

“Happened,” Alicia offered, and Case nodded.

Yvonne murmured something in Spanish and kissed Case’s temple.

“I don’t know what she said,” Case mumbled. “But I’m sorry.”

“There is *nothing* for you to be sorry about,” Tammy assured her. “We were wondering who would break the dry spell.”

“You mean, he hasn’t…?”

“Not since before Triggs wedding,” Michaela chuckled. “He’s needed to heal and to open his heart back up.”

And just like that, Case found herself being lumped in as one of the pretties. A few weeks ago, Noel had knocked on Case’s door, and she knew exactly what the other woman was feeling.

But just like with Case, the pretties welcomed her to their little group.

Now, Case stood outside Tammy’s office door, just under six weeks since that awkward morning.

The door opened and Tammy pulled an upset Case into a tight hug. The new matriarch asked the last question Case had expected.

“Have you taken a test?”