C.A.K.E

Chapter 13: Blood Isn't Thicker...

“What took you so long?”

Karma pulls her afternoon paramour into the house by his lapels.

She snuck out of her office over an hour ago. After giving Frome an excuse about having to check on a

sick family member, she all but ran to her car. He calls and she comes running. He's just about the only

man who can get her to ask how high whenever he says jump.

He slams the front door of Casper and Karma's home and comes toward her. “Since I'm so late, you

should already be naked.”

“Now, why would I do all the work for you?” She smirks at him.

He kisses her. “Your husband called me yesterday.”

“You mean your brother.”

“I mean your husband.” He pushes her jacket down her shoulders and starts kissing her neck.

“What did he want?”

“To bitch and moan about you.” He picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him. “Can't blame him.

You are a handful.”

“Just a handful,” she asks, smiling into his brown eyes.

“You're more than he can handle.” He grabs her ass, as their tongues collide with heated abandon.

“That's for damn sure.”

Karma and her lover make their way to her and Casper's bedroom. He throws her on the bed and she

kicks off her heels. She yanks off his suit jacket and tie and tosses them across the room. He helps her

slip out of her jacket. She rips open his shirt, exposing his toned chest.

He tears the nylons from her slender legs, then smiles at the discovery that she isn't wearing any

underwear. They grope and caress each other with a hectic urgency. He unzips her sleeveless dress,

before slipping the garment over her head. Now naked before him, she can't undo his pants quickly

enough. She's been thinking about him all day.

“Turn around,” he demands.

Karma does as he asks, and kneels on the bed. He doesn't touch her at first, just takes in her nude

body that's ready to do his bidding. Then he leans down to taste her. She moans as his tongue traces

figure eights along her warm folds. He slips his fingers inside her, and she gasps.

She doesn't need any warm-up exercises. Karma's been raring to go since he called. “Baby, don't

tease me.”

The bed shifts underneath his weight as he climbs on the bed behind her. He kisses her back as he

continues to massage her erogenous zone.

“Beg me for it.” He leans over and bites her shoulder.

“Please, baby ...” She bites her lip. “Give me that dick.”

Karma surprises herself at the things she says and does with him. She would never let Casper take

control in the bedroom. Not as if he would ever try to be the dominant one.

She feels him rubbing against her. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm ... real bad.”

“You need this dick?”

“More than air, baby.” Karma continues to plead and stroke his ego.

Then he obliges her requests and starts to move inside her. He pulls her hair as they grind against

each other in a dirty rhythm.

“Fuck me ... oh, shit ... Cain ... Fuck.”

Her screams and moans echo off the walls of the bedroom, while she betrays her husband's trust in

their marital bed. As pleasure ripples through her body, there's little room for remorse. But even if

Casper's brother wasn't clouding her mind with his magic pole, she wouldn't feel the least bit guilty.

Cain is different from Casper. She can't run Cain.

She can walk into the room, and Casper is ready to obey her every whim like a lovesick puppy. Cain,

however, couldn't give a shit about Karma's affinity for barking orders. He's too busy handing out some

of his own.

Casper is considerate, sweet, funny. He can't handle her. Never could. She married him because she

could mold him. And because everything he touches seems to turn to gold. He looks good on her

resume. Even in high school, she was more concerned with what dating the most likable guy on

campus could do for her own image.

During those school days, Cain was a couple of years younger than she and Casper. He was a

freshman who still spoke with a slight stutter. And he was always just Casper's little brother who hung

around in his shadow. She hadn't given him a second glance back then.

But then Cain grew into his teeth, lost his speech impediment, made a name for himself in the ad

business, and adopted a new, flashier attitude. He was beginning to catch her attention. But he was still

just a boy to her.

Then innocent flirting transformed into something more. And before she knew it, she was sneaking out

of work to meet up with Cain. Lying to Casper about her whereabouts, and becoming more and more

resentful of the playful ways she once found so charming about him. She's been keeping up the

charade for almost a year now. And the fact that Casper doesn't seem to suspect a thing, just adds to

the thrill for her.

Cain is fucking her like it's the last piece of ass he'll ever get. And she's singing his praises through

every minute of it. She's clutching at the sheets, and sailing toward a glorious orgasm when she hears

something.

Karma reaches back to grasp Cain's thigh. “Stop. You hear that?”

“I don't hear shit, but you loving this dick.” He chuckles, still lost in his work.

“Karma?” Casper's voice calls out to her. “Baby, you home?”

“Shit,” she mutters.

Karma pushes Cain away from her, sending his body crashing into the dresser.

“Fuck, woman.” He rubs his head. His forehead connected square on with the wood.

“Where's my fucking dress?” She searches the pile of clothing strewn about the floor.

Her fitted dress is in a crumpled pile near the door. She yanks it back on and kicks her shredded

stockings underneath the bed. Cain is stepping into his pants again when the doorknob begins to turn.

Karma rushes to the door, and into the hallway before Casper can see how much his brother and wife

love him.

“Casper.” She clears her throat. “What are you doing home?”

“Took a half-day.”

“You can't just blow off work. That's not the kind of attitude that will get you promoted.”

She begins to lay into him about the irresponsible attitude he has toward his work nowadays. He has

this insane idea that he'll become a screenwriter. She hasn't bothered to read over anything that he's

written, because she refuses to entertain this newfound fascination of his.

Casper is talented, and his kind of genius belongs on the front of Forbes magazine. And she belongs at

his side on the newsstand, gracing the cover of Time. They are destined to be the world's newest

power couple. The next Barack and Michelle. Oprah and Stedman.

They definitely have more of an Oprah and Stedman dynamic. Stedman and Casper both would be

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But Casper is doing everything in his power to fight her on that dream. She can't be a member of the

Senate with a husband who writes softcore erotica for the big screen. How would that make her look?

“And another thing ...” She continues to rant until Casper stops her harsh words cold.

He asks why she isn't with Frome working on her closing argument.

She begins to stutter and stumble all over herself, like the guilty criminals who she tortures on the

witness stand. A sad shuffle of her thoughts produces an excuse about spilling coffee on her dress.

Casper's brow wrinkles, as he looks her over. She ushers him away from their bedroom door, and back

to the foyer. He continues to raise questions about the lies she's feeding him. Any other time he would

just accept what she's saying without firing off any follow-up questions.

Just as he brings up the presence of his brother's vehicle outside, Cain emerges from the master

bedroom. He's cloaked his muscular form in that slick Kenneth Cole suit again and smoothed over the

soft waves in his hair.

He takes slow steps towards Karma and Casper, a smirk lighting up his face. He smiles at Casper, then

explains that he was just passing through the neighborhood and decided to drop by.

Cain makes an excuse to leave and starts to head for the door. But not before stealing a few good feels

from Karma right in front of Casper. She tenses at his touch. But her husband just laughs off Cain's

blatant flirting with her.

Casper tends to be a bit naive. But come on. He had to notice that Cain's hands near her ass were not

a mistake. And he wonders why she doesn't respect him. As Casper follows his brother outside, she

sighs to herself.

She watches them from the window for a moment. Casper places his arm around Cain. Even hugs him

like he's the best friend he ever had.

He would do anything for Cain. No one can mistreat you like family.

Since this thing between them started, Karma has always gotten the impression that Cain enjoys it

more than he should. She's no saint by far. Her adulterous ways don't keep her head from hitting the

pillow at night. Spouses betray each other all the time.

But Cain is Casper's blood. It should at least cause him a few sleepless nights that he's fucking his

brother's wife in his own bed.

However, Karma is certain Cain sleeps like a baby next to his wife, Manali. She bets he goes home and

kisses the kids, knowing he just disrespected their mother in the worst way possible.

Karma takes her eyes off the two men talking outside and heads back to the bedroom to make sure the

crime scene is presentable. She makes a cursory attempt to untangle the rumpled sheets, but then she

hears footsteps coming back into the house. So she opts to throw the comforter over the bed, and toss

a couple of fallen pillows on top of it. She dashes into the bathroom, just as Casper is walking into the

bedroom.

She smooths over her clothes and brushes her mane back into its polished chignon. Cain did a number

on her hair and makeup. That man is rough, but that's what she likes. She smiles at the lingering feel of

his touch on her skin. Karma is so lost in her mind's playback reel, that she doesn't hear Casper

speaking to her.

“Did you say something?” she asks, peeking her head out of the bathroom.

He shakes his head. It's likely that she would have skirted over whatever he said anyway. She rattles

off her plan to get together with the Stones this weekend. And it's no real surprise that he agrees.

There's no denying he has a thing for Arden. But Casper is well trained. He wouldn't dream of touching

another woman. Her position as Mrs. Casper Callaghan is safe.

Karma exits their en-suite and glimpses her rings resting on the nightstand near Casper. In her haste to

get out of the house this morning, she must have forgotten them. Lately, she doesn't notice whether or

not they're on her hand. She slips the platinum back on her finger.

Her husband doesn't question why the symbol of their five years of marriage was left on the side table

like an afterthought. She's hoping that he didn't notice when he catches her hand.

The pained expression on his handsome features troubles her, but she's late. And whatever woes

Casper has at the moment are nowhere near her list of priorities.

She married him because she thought he was a man. A man who would only need a slight nudge in the

right direction, but who would also possess the motivation to drive home the goals that she has in mind

for him. Here he is running out of steam when their political journey is just getting started.

He asks if she can stay, with that look in his eyes like he wants to cozy up with his feelings. And that

ain't on the agenda. She's sure Frome is minutes away from calling her cell to track her down. When

her boss does call, she wants to at least be able to say 'I'm on my way,' with some confidence. Her

frequent two-hour lunch breaks are beginning to wear out the high tolerance Frome has for his star

player.

Karma planned on making the most out of her stolen time today. But just when the getting was getting

good ... Casper threw a monkey-wrench in her afternoon tune-up.

She's still irritated that he left work early. There's been a serious slack in his worth ethic as of late. He's

always looking for excuses to skip a workday and spend time with her. Throwing those puppy dog eyes

at her, thinking that will persuade her. Much like he's doing right now.

Karma makes a half-assed promise to try making it home tonight at a decent hour. She knows as soon

as the words leave her mouth, she has no intention of missing her late-night rendezvous with Cain.

Especially, not tonight. She needs the younger Callaghan brother to blow her back out at least twice a

week.

With debauchery on her mind, she gives her husband a kiss on the cheek and scampers out the door.

She calls Cain the minute she's in her car.

“Are we still meeting tonight, or did your brother spook you?” she asks.

“He thinks you're cheating on him.”

Cain's statement takes Karma's concentration off the road. The queue of cars stopped at a red light

doesn't register in her mind.

“What exactly did he say?” Her E350 continues to careen toward the halted traffic at a dangerous

speed. The vehicle's safety system starts to beep, alerting her to the hazard ahead. “Shit!”

“Are you okay?” Cain yells over the phone.

The automatic brakes engage, bringing the car to a safe stop just behind the bumper of the Ford in

front of her.

She tries to steady her breathing long enough to respond to him. “I'm fine. I'm fine.” She swallows hard.

“Does he know about us?”

“No, I don't think so.” Cain chuckles.

His lackadaisical attitude puts her even more on edge.

“Cain, this isn't a joke. If he finds out—.” Her panicked speech is cut short by more of Cain's amused

posturing.

“He doesn't suspect a thing. Trust me.” She listens as he takes a satisfied breath. “I could take a

steaming shit on Casper's shoes. And he'd wipe my ass for me, and smile while he did it.”

“I don't know why he loves you so much. You treat him like dirt.”

“Says the woman who's cheating on him.”

“Right, I am ... With you. His own brother.”

“I'm so sick of hearing that bullshit.” His voice climbs another ten pitches. “He is my fucking cousin. My

mom forced him on me and Dad. But it wasn't my damn fault his mom took a dive off London Bridge,

and his dad stroked out years later.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “Sometimes Cain, I swear, you make me look like Mother Teresa.”

He scoffs. “No one would ever confuse you, and that shriveled carcass you call a heart for anyone that

pure.”

“You sure do know how to sweet talk a girl.” She smirks, as she makes the right turn into the parking

garage of her office building.

“I don't need to sweet talk you. Them panties drop when I walk into the room.”

“Fuck you, Cain.”

He laughs. “When and where?”

“The Hyatt. Room 321 at ten.” A wide smile spreads across her face, highlighting her thick lips.

“See you then.”

She speeds back to her small office, her mind going wild thinking of every position she's going to try

with Cain.