Cassie Keeps the Curfew: Winning with the Wildcats

By Cornelia Quick

 

Cassie Snow is back, and she's taking the Wildcats on the road!

 

When the Wasconaway Wildcats go on a two week exhibition tour of the north woods, the players are excited to visit Flapjack Frannie's Lumberjack's Retreat, a legendary house of pleasure tucked into an unsurveyed acre and bound by no laws but its own. But when nightly visits to the Retreat start to interfere with the team's performance, Cassie steps in to make a deal that will benefit everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cornelia Quick
• Release date: Jul 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223679639

Cornelia Quick

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Spicy Sauce

Zane was in the kitchen when Cassie got home, standing over a bubbling pot of bolognese sauce. The warm smell of zesty spices and sweet summer tomatoes filled the air, riding on top of the scent of fresh bread wafting from the oven. There had been no practice today, just a long series of coaching staff meetings, and Zane had promised a special dinner when Cassie got home. She was pleased that he was definitely going to deliver on that promise, and she intended to hold him to some other implied promises as well.

Cassie stood in the doorway watching him stir the pot and then lean down to touch his tongue to the wooden spoon. She felt a little tingle spread from her toes to her belly at the sight of his delicate sampling of the sauce, and also at the sight of his muscular ass encased in his jeans. The back tie of his white apron rested where the swell of his ass rose toward his lower back, and Cassie let her tongue swirl over her lips while thinking about how much she loved to run her hands up that stretch of flesh after pulling his jeans down.

She set her gym bag quietly on the floor and slipped out of her shoes, then tiptoed slowly into the kitchen. Zane was focused entirely on the sauce, tossing a dash of salt and a shake of dried oregano into the sweet, steaming pot, giving it a stir, and taking another sample. The sight of Zane's tongue — long, strong, and nearly tireless when employed to drive Cassie over the precipice of pleasure — made her belly tighten. She waited until he had put the spoon back into the pot before standing on her toes behind him and putting her fingers over his eyes. She leaned in to nip at his neck, letting her breasts brush against his back.

Oh, hey, baby, he said, standing up from the pot. I didn't hear you come —

Cassie interrupted him by turning his head sharply so she could reach his mouth with hers. Her tongue slipped between his teeth, and she tasted the warmth of his breath and the sweet spiciness of the sauce. The sauce, she thought, could use just a touch more pepper; his breath, however, was perfect, and she proceeded to inhale as much of it as she could while letting her hands search for the tie that held his apron.

Let me turn off the stove, Zane gasped. He reached behind himself and fumbled for the knob with one hand while his other hand slipped through the blonde hair under Cassie's baseball cap and pulled her face closer to his. The stove clicked off and the hiss of the gas stopped; the only sounds in the kitchen now were lips wetly sliding against each other and the rustle of hands searching for buttons and zippers and buckles to undo.

Cassie untied Zane's apron and pulled it up over his waist; Zane helped her pull it over his head and toss it to the floor, and then he went to work on the buttons on her blouse while she busied herself with his belt buckle. She had become an expert at quickly unwrapping Zane's charms, and she put her skills to good use tonight — she had his belt open, zipper down, and jeans tugged over his hips while he was still fumbling with the first three buttons on her shirt. He was still working on the next two buttons, opening her shirt almost to the belly button, when Cassie gave his boxers a tug and caused his cock, already thick and getting thicker, to spring free.

Don't bother with my shirt, baby, Cassie hissed against Zane's lips. Get my jeans off and we'll deal with the rest later.

Zane reached for Cassie's waist and tugged the button fly apart with a fierce pull. She went up on her toes and wiggled her hips, helping him pull her jeans and panties to her knees in one quick motion. Zane's hands went to her bare ass, kneading the firm muscles and scratching the sensitive skin with his fingernails, while Cassie shimmied and twisted until one leg was free. And one free leg was all she needed right now.

Give me this, she gasped, grabbing Zane's cock in both hands and lifting her free leg up over his hip. He brought his hand between her legs and growled into her neck at the warm, wet state of her pussy. His fingers danced around her clit, tugged at her lips, and snuck in and out of her hot, aching channel, while Cassie twisted her hands around Zane's cock, feeling it pulse and twitch and stiffen.

With a roar, Zane lifted Cassie by the ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock bounced against her ass as he shuffled toward the kitchen table, still hobbled by his jeans around his ankles.