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had nothing to be ashamed about; it was a nightmare, nothing more.
It was just the first time since Lex that there was someone around to look after him. Bradley was used to looking after himself so to have Cassidy taking care of him felt strange yet comforting.
He liked it.
After having a quick shower and dressing in fresh pyjamas, adding a t-shirt with the bottoms, Bradley entered the bedroom to find that Cassidy had already stripped the bed and the fresh fitted sheet was already on.
A glass of water was by the bed on the cabinet. Bradley picked it up and downed it in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave the wet fitted sheet a rueful look.
"I feel like a little boy who's wet the bed." He grumbled.
"I bet you were adorable." Cassidy said, her eyes glinting. She tossed the pillows onto the bed. "But it's nothing to be ashamed about. You just had a nightmare and you sweated it out."
If it had been anyone else, Bradley would have laughed it off. But this was his mate. And she didn't seem at all embarrassed at what had happened. She was taking it all in his stride.
It was what made it more shameful for Bradley.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked.
Cassidy straightened up and frowned.
"Am I not allowed to be nice to you?"
"No, you are." Bradley shrugged. "I'm just not used to it."
"I noticed." Cassidy hefted up the duvet and pulled it onto the bed. "Get into bed."
"Yes, Mom."
"Don't be silly." Cassidy pulled the covers back and pointed. "In."
Bradley smirked as he crawled in, giving her a come-hither smile.
"Only if you join me."
For a moment, he thought Cassidy would actually take him up on it. Her breath hitched and he saw her pupils dilating. Her nipples hardened through her top and Bradley was sure he could smell her scent. His cock hardened even more, eager to pull her underneath him and bury himself in her heat.
But then, the moment was gone. Cassidy shook her head.
"None of that, sir." She laid a hand on his chest and urged him onto his back. She tucked the duvet around him. "Now get some sleep. You'll feel better when you do."
Bradley watched as Cassidy hurried across the room and left, closing the door behind her. He could tell that he had flustered her and wished he had been able to drag her into bed with him. But the moment was gone.
Taking his mate would have to wait for now.
Bradley settled back and closed his eyes, trying to think of something other than the accident or Cassidy's sweet body writhing on top of him as he pumped her pussy while he fed from her neck.
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Cassidy woke early the next morning, the sun peeking round the edges of the curtains. Normally, she jumped out of bed and straight into the shower, not giving herself time to fall back to sleep once her alarm went off. Instead, she lay staring at the ceiling, enjoying the softest bed she had ever slept in. The rich certainly knew how to pick their mattresses.
Last night had been strange. Cassidy had expected to have a quiet night and nothing untoward. Instead, she had been woken at two in the morning by sudden screams from Bradley's room.
He had been thrashing about, shouting and demanding for them to wake up and come back to him. His hands had clenched into fists and then he had howled and hammered on the bed, all of this still asleep.
Cassidy had read enough of Bradley's life to know that he was talking about his parents. Eloise and Steve Nash had been wealthy in their own right, philanthropists and loving people. Cassidy had seen them at an event a few years before and saw the way others gravitated to them because they had such infectious personalities. Money didn't draw people to them; the couple themselves drew the crowd.
All of that had changed six months before when a large lorry, the driver over the limit and still drinking at the wheel, had ploughed into the side of the car and completely destroyed it. Steve had died on impact and Eloise had died from her wounds shortly after, her body so
It was just the first time since Lex that there was someone around to look after him. Bradley was used to looking after himself so to have Cassidy taking care of him felt strange yet comforting.
He liked it.
After having a quick shower and dressing in fresh pyjamas, adding a t-shirt with the bottoms, Bradley entered the bedroom to find that Cassidy had already stripped the bed and the fresh fitted sheet was already on.
A glass of water was by the bed on the cabinet. Bradley picked it up and downed it in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave the wet fitted sheet a rueful look.
"I feel like a little boy who's wet the bed." He grumbled.
"I bet you were adorable." Cassidy said, her eyes glinting. She tossed the pillows onto the bed. "But it's nothing to be ashamed about. You just had a nightmare and you sweated it out."
If it had been anyone else, Bradley would have laughed it off. But this was his mate. And she didn't seem at all embarrassed at what had happened. She was taking it all in his stride.
It was what made it more shameful for Bradley.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked.
Cassidy straightened up and frowned.
"Am I not allowed to be nice to you?"
"No, you are." Bradley shrugged. "I'm just not used to it."
"I noticed." Cassidy hefted up the duvet and pulled it onto the bed. "Get into bed."
"Yes, Mom."
"Don't be silly." Cassidy pulled the covers back and pointed. "In."
Bradley smirked as he crawled in, giving her a come-hither smile.
"Only if you join me."
For a moment, he thought Cassidy would actually take him up on it. Her breath hitched and he saw her pupils dilating. Her nipples hardened through her top and Bradley was sure he could smell her scent. His cock hardened even more, eager to pull her underneath him and bury himself in her heat.
But then, the moment was gone. Cassidy shook her head.
"None of that, sir." She laid a hand on his chest and urged him onto his back. She tucked the duvet around him. "Now get some sleep. You'll feel better when you do."
Bradley watched as Cassidy hurried across the room and left, closing the door behind her. He could tell that he had flustered her and wished he had been able to drag her into bed with him. But the moment was gone.
Taking his mate would have to wait for now.
Bradley settled back and closed his eyes, trying to think of something other than the accident or Cassidy's sweet body writhing on top of him as he pumped her pussy while he fed from her neck.
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Cassidy woke early the next morning, the sun peeking round the edges of the curtains. Normally, she jumped out of bed and straight into the shower, not giving herself time to fall back to sleep once her alarm went off. Instead, she lay staring at the ceiling, enjoying the softest bed she had ever slept in. The rich certainly knew how to pick their mattresses.
Last night had been strange. Cassidy had expected to have a quiet night and nothing untoward. Instead, she had been woken at two in the morning by sudden screams from Bradley's room.
He had been thrashing about, shouting and demanding for them to wake up and come back to him. His hands had clenched into fists and then he had howled and hammered on the bed, all of this still asleep.
Cassidy had read enough of Bradley's life to know that he was talking about his parents. Eloise and Steve Nash had been wealthy in their own right, philanthropists and loving people. Cassidy had seen them at an event a few years before and saw the way others gravitated to them because they had such infectious personalities. Money didn't draw people to them; the couple themselves drew the crowd.
All of that had changed six months before when a large lorry, the driver over the limit and still drinking at the wheel, had ploughed into the side of the car and completely destroyed it. Steve had died on impact and Eloise had died from her wounds shortly after, her body so
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