Seeing Stars
34: Shotgun Rider
"I don't ever wanna wake up lookin' into someone else's eyes, another voice callin' me baby on the other end of the phone..."
“How dare you wear that in this house. That’s blasphemy,” Jordie shrieked as he stepped through the front door.
The Stars had just won their first preseason game. And knowing Jamie would be in a good mood, Cassidy decided to pull a little prank on him. Their relationship had been tense since her dad’s confession, and she wished things could be different. She wished things could heal. And tonight was the perfect night to bring back some fun into their relationship.
“I don’t care if you’re naked under that, you better take that thing off before Jamie comes in,” Jordie said pointing.
Cassidy stood up from the couch, “what, this old thing?” She looked down and giggled. So it was a little childish, and she knew it’d rile Jamie up.
Jordie opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could say much of anything, Jamie burst through the front door, his smile immediately fading when he saw Cassidy. And she found humor in the whole thing, unable to hold back small giggles.
“The fuck’s that?” He kicked the front door shut. Sometime within this, Jordie slid out of sight, disappearing into another room. Jamie approached Cassidy, looking down at what she was wearing and clutched onto the fabric, pulling on it with disgust.
She looked down again, noting the bright yellow of the jersey, the ‘C’ on her shoulder, the number six, and the name ‘Weber’ across her upper back. Yes, this would work Jamie into a frenzy, and hopefully lead to a memorable night for both of them.
“Well the Preds had a game tonight, and I wanted to root on my hometown team. Plus Shea Weber’s got a hell of a slapshot,” she winked and bit her bottom lip, swaying side to side.
Jamie got closer to her, smirking as he tugged on the jersey, “take it off,”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I might have to punish you,” he growled, raising his eyebrows as even the thought of that aroused him, “teach you a lesson.”
“God please!” Cassidy flicked her head towards the kitchen, not being able to see Jordie, but able to hear his pleas from the other room. “Take it to your bedroom!”
When Cassidy looked back at Jamie, he was still staring down at her and she couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle. To which, Jamie urged her towards the stairs, slapping her ass roughly to get her moving. She ran up the stairs, only to have Jamie right behind her the entire way, and once he shut his bedroom door, she stood in front of him, still flaunting the Nashville jersey.
“You have one more chance to take it off,” he murmured, moving to the bed and sitting at the edge, gripping onto her hand and pulling her towards him. When she shook her head, Jamie tugged her down until she sprawled out across his lap, only the jersey covering her body. He flipped the end of the jersey upwards, exposing her ass, which he could now see was without any sort of underwear. “What are you doing wearing this jersey?”
She shook her hips to tease him before answering. “I watched their game, and then I watched your game,” she murmured, feeling Jamie grip onto her ass and squeeze it.
“And why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” He looked down at her, setting one hand down along her lower back to hold her still. When she only giggled, he spanked her, sending her body to go rigid beneath his hand. “Answer me,”
Cassidy giggled again, mumbling out, “I was touching myself during your interview…”
Jamie seemingly appreciated that answer as he sat flustered for a moment, probably unsure of how to continue. But either way, Cassidy didn’t want him to stop. It was the first time he had ever really been rough with her, and it was a nice contrast to their other endeavors.
“I’m still gonna punish you, because you should’ve been wearing my jersey.” He glanced down at Cassidy as she nodded, and he reached down to grab her wrist, holding it still behind her back.
In the next moment, he spanked her roughly for the first time. She cried out softly, and after giving her a second to compose herself, he spanked her again, smiling at the way her body moved beneath his authoritative touch. With the mild pain he was inflicting on her, she clenched her hand around his fingertips, earning her the opportunity to hold his hand as he started another round of relentless spanking.
Cassidy began to speak, but Jamie silenced her by slipping his hand in between her legs, looking down at her face to catch her expression as his fingertips brushed over her entrance before slipping into her. She wiggled below him, trying to adjust to his finger, but just as she grew comfortable, he added a second finger, smiling as moans began to escape her lips.
“Yes… Jamie…” she whispered, raising her hips to allow him more room to touch her. When she felt him stop to add a third finger, she squeezed his hand nervously, “Jame…”
“Shh,” he looked down at her again, soothingly caressing her hip as his fingers lay still against her entrance, “you’re alright… you trust me.”
After she nodded, he squeezed her hand tightly, as he moved three of his fingers into her, feeling her squirm beneath him. He kept his hand still as Cassidy moved herself into order to adjust, and once she settled, Jamie began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, smiling at the sound he knew was a result of her punishment.
Cassidy was lying on her back, completely naked, as the sound of the shower lulled her into a state of calmness. She was still breathing heavily, trying to regain her breath from the marathon she and Jamie had just endured. Now he was in the shower, and she was waiting for him to return to bed so she could curl into his side.
Another minute passed and she could hear Jamie let out a throaty groan from the bathroom, followed by the stream of water stopping. In the next moment, he stepped out of the bathroom. Although he had a towel hung sloppily around his hips, it couldn’t conceal the bulge beneath it, and Cassidy planted her feet onto the bed with her legs bent, before she moved her hand from her hip to clit, pleasuring herself as discreetly as possible.
Jamie walked back to the bed, and when he saw what she was doing, he ditched the towel and collapsed beside her in bed, looking down to watch her. Cassidy blushed and pulled her hand away, turning into Jamie’s body and burying her head into his chest.
“You’re so sexy,” he smiled and whispered into her ear, kissing her neck gently as he rolled over on top of her. “Please don’t wear that jersey ever again,” he murmured while smirking, looking over at the yellow heap on the floor beside the bed.
“I promise not to, if you promise to spank me more often…” she looked up at him coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his shoulder.
As Jamie smiled and nodded, Cassidy pushed against his chest until he rolled off of her. She crawled out of bed and looked around the room until she spotted one of Jamie’s hoodies, and threw it on. It covered most of her body, and she then dug through the dresser, finding a pair of his boxer briefs.
“Stay the night with me,” Jamie groaned as Cassidy slipped his underwear up her legs.
She walked back to the side of the bed and bent over, “I can’t. I have class tomorrow morning and then I’ll be in Frisco,” she bent over and kissed his lips slowly, “I love you Jamie Benn.”
“I love you too. Drive safe,” he smiled and tugged on his hoodie to keep her in place so he could kiss her again.
Cassidy smiled against his lips and backed up, walking downstairs to hear the television on low. When she had completely descended the stairs, she saw Jordie on the couch.
“I’m out for the night; I’ll see you around Jordie,”
“Hey,” he called out. When Cassidy turned back towards the living room, he continued, “how’s your dad doing?”
She leaned against the couch and bit her bottom lip subtly, “not too good… Jamie told you?”
Jordie nodded, “and they’ve been talking a lot. Once a day, maybe twice, but Jamie keeps it pretty hush hush.”
“I knew they spoke once, but everyday?”
Jordie shrugged and turned off the TV, “I don’t know what they talk about… the conversations never last too long.”
Cassidy smiled slightly and turned back towards the front door, “alright Jordie, thanks for letting me know. I’ll see you soon,”
It shouldn’t have bothered her at all. In fact, Cassidy should’ve been pleased that Jamie was making an effort to keep in touch with her dad. But she couldn’t understand why he was keeping it a secret. If anything, he should be keeping her in the loop. After all, it was her parent, not his.
And back at the apartment, Cassidy was hoping to have a long, deep conversation with Kennedy; one that was void of distractions, but even that would not happen. When she pushed open the front door, Kennedy was curled on the couch, with a pillow over most of her face, while Tyler had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. The scary movie on the TV had Kennedy cowering, and Tyler giggling at her. Not long after, the ending credits began to roll and from the kitchen, Cassidy could hear Tyler beginning to say his goodbyes.
“Will you stay the night with me,” Kennedy begged.
“No, I should get…”
Before Tyler could even get out his entire explanation, Kennedy interjected, “please,” she murmured, elongating the entire word.
Cassidy pulled open the refrigerator, trying to mind her own business. She didn’t want to stick her nose into Kennedy’s life, but she hoped her friend wasn’t getting too attached to a guy that appeared to be a confirmed bachelor.
“Knoxious, I got Ty to stay the night,” Kennedy shrieked as she came into the kitchen, filling a glass up with water. “I’m conducting an experiment on whether or not we can spend the night together without having any sort of intercourse.”
Cassidy glanced at Kennedy, half in disbelief. Did she think her friend and Tyler would get through the night without any intercourse? Of course not. They both exuded sexuality.
“So how’s Jamie,” Kennedy murmured, taking a small sip of water.
“Apparently in a functional and committed relationship with my father,” Cassidy murmured, getting ready to head back to her room. “They talk on the phone a lot, but I don’t know why… It’s weird.”
“So why don’t you just ask him. I’m sure Jamie would tell you,”
“I don’t want to be the type of girlfriend that needs to know every little detail about what her boyfriend is doing. Jamie’s a man… he’s capable of making his own decisions, without me micromanaging him.” She paused and let that sink in, not necessarily to convince Kennedy, but to convince herself. “But why’s he talking to my dad… that’s weird right?”
Kennedy rolled her eyes and turned to walk to her room where Tyler was now presumably waiting, “ask him, Knoxious.”
That was easy for Kennedy to say. There was no potential drawback for her in that advice. But Cassidy didn’t want to question Jamie, just to have him misconstrue her intentions. And even though the decisions should’ve been easy and clear, Cassidy still stared at Jamie’s number in her phone, going back and forth about whether she should call him. Eventually, curiosity won.
“Are you okay?” Jamie picked up after three rings, sounding alert, despite the fact it was already early morning.
“What?”
“It’s three o’clock. Are you okay?”
Cassidy pulled her phone away from her ear to look at the time. So she’d spent the past few hours staring at her phone, pondering the idea of confronting Jamie about the situation. “Why are you talking to my dad so much?” The question came out quick and unfiltered.
Jamie was slow to answer, “he’s not doing well. I’ve been calling to check up with him; I thought he might want someone to talk to.” He paused, “do you want me to stop calling him?”
She took a deep breath in and looked at her lap. Was it really possible that Jamie was this nice of a guy? “No… just forget I called, I’m driving myself crazy. I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“You mean later today?”
After exchanging soft laughs, they both hung up, and Cassidy sat back on her bed, slightly embarrassed that she had let her mind get the better of her once again. She felt like she would always be her own worst enemy.
“How dare you wear that in this house. That’s blasphemy,” Jordie shrieked as he stepped through the front door.
The Stars had just won their first preseason game. And knowing Jamie would be in a good mood, Cassidy decided to pull a little prank on him. Their relationship had been tense since her dad’s confession, and she wished things could be different. She wished things could heal. And tonight was the perfect night to bring back some fun into their relationship.
“I don’t care if you’re naked under that, you better take that thing off before Jamie comes in,” Jordie said pointing.
Cassidy stood up from the couch, “what, this old thing?” She looked down and giggled. So it was a little childish, and she knew it’d rile Jamie up.
Jordie opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could say much of anything, Jamie burst through the front door, his smile immediately fading when he saw Cassidy. And she found humor in the whole thing, unable to hold back small giggles.
“The fuck’s that?” He kicked the front door shut. Sometime within this, Jordie slid out of sight, disappearing into another room. Jamie approached Cassidy, looking down at what she was wearing and clutched onto the fabric, pulling on it with disgust.
She looked down again, noting the bright yellow of the jersey, the ‘C’ on her shoulder, the number six, and the name ‘Weber’ across her upper back. Yes, this would work Jamie into a frenzy, and hopefully lead to a memorable night for both of them.
“Well the Preds had a game tonight, and I wanted to root on my hometown team. Plus Shea Weber’s got a hell of a slapshot,” she winked and bit her bottom lip, swaying side to side.
Jamie got closer to her, smirking as he tugged on the jersey, “take it off,”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I might have to punish you,” he growled, raising his eyebrows as even the thought of that aroused him, “teach you a lesson.”
“God please!” Cassidy flicked her head towards the kitchen, not being able to see Jordie, but able to hear his pleas from the other room. “Take it to your bedroom!”
When Cassidy looked back at Jamie, he was still staring down at her and she couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle. To which, Jamie urged her towards the stairs, slapping her ass roughly to get her moving. She ran up the stairs, only to have Jamie right behind her the entire way, and once he shut his bedroom door, she stood in front of him, still flaunting the Nashville jersey.
“You have one more chance to take it off,” he murmured, moving to the bed and sitting at the edge, gripping onto her hand and pulling her towards him. When she shook her head, Jamie tugged her down until she sprawled out across his lap, only the jersey covering her body. He flipped the end of the jersey upwards, exposing her ass, which he could now see was without any sort of underwear. “What are you doing wearing this jersey?”
She shook her hips to tease him before answering. “I watched their game, and then I watched your game,” she murmured, feeling Jamie grip onto her ass and squeeze it.
“And why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” He looked down at her, setting one hand down along her lower back to hold her still. When she only giggled, he spanked her, sending her body to go rigid beneath his hand. “Answer me,”
Cassidy giggled again, mumbling out, “I was touching myself during your interview…”
Jamie seemingly appreciated that answer as he sat flustered for a moment, probably unsure of how to continue. But either way, Cassidy didn’t want him to stop. It was the first time he had ever really been rough with her, and it was a nice contrast to their other endeavors.
“I’m still gonna punish you, because you should’ve been wearing my jersey.” He glanced down at Cassidy as she nodded, and he reached down to grab her wrist, holding it still behind her back.
In the next moment, he spanked her roughly for the first time. She cried out softly, and after giving her a second to compose herself, he spanked her again, smiling at the way her body moved beneath his authoritative touch. With the mild pain he was inflicting on her, she clenched her hand around his fingertips, earning her the opportunity to hold his hand as he started another round of relentless spanking.
Cassidy began to speak, but Jamie silenced her by slipping his hand in between her legs, looking down at her face to catch her expression as his fingertips brushed over her entrance before slipping into her. She wiggled below him, trying to adjust to his finger, but just as she grew comfortable, he added a second finger, smiling as moans began to escape her lips.
“Yes… Jamie…” she whispered, raising her hips to allow him more room to touch her. When she felt him stop to add a third finger, she squeezed his hand nervously, “Jame…”
“Shh,” he looked down at her again, soothingly caressing her hip as his fingers lay still against her entrance, “you’re alright… you trust me.”
After she nodded, he squeezed her hand tightly, as he moved three of his fingers into her, feeling her squirm beneath him. He kept his hand still as Cassidy moved herself into order to adjust, and once she settled, Jamie began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, smiling at the sound he knew was a result of her punishment.
Cassidy was lying on her back, completely naked, as the sound of the shower lulled her into a state of calmness. She was still breathing heavily, trying to regain her breath from the marathon she and Jamie had just endured. Now he was in the shower, and she was waiting for him to return to bed so she could curl into his side.
Another minute passed and she could hear Jamie let out a throaty groan from the bathroom, followed by the stream of water stopping. In the next moment, he stepped out of the bathroom. Although he had a towel hung sloppily around his hips, it couldn’t conceal the bulge beneath it, and Cassidy planted her feet onto the bed with her legs bent, before she moved her hand from her hip to clit, pleasuring herself as discreetly as possible.
Jamie walked back to the bed, and when he saw what she was doing, he ditched the towel and collapsed beside her in bed, looking down to watch her. Cassidy blushed and pulled her hand away, turning into Jamie’s body and burying her head into his chest.
“You’re so sexy,” he smiled and whispered into her ear, kissing her neck gently as he rolled over on top of her. “Please don’t wear that jersey ever again,” he murmured while smirking, looking over at the yellow heap on the floor beside the bed.
“I promise not to, if you promise to spank me more often…” she looked up at him coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his shoulder.
As Jamie smiled and nodded, Cassidy pushed against his chest until he rolled off of her. She crawled out of bed and looked around the room until she spotted one of Jamie’s hoodies, and threw it on. It covered most of her body, and she then dug through the dresser, finding a pair of his boxer briefs.
“Stay the night with me,” Jamie groaned as Cassidy slipped his underwear up her legs.
She walked back to the side of the bed and bent over, “I can’t. I have class tomorrow morning and then I’ll be in Frisco,” she bent over and kissed his lips slowly, “I love you Jamie Benn.”
“I love you too. Drive safe,” he smiled and tugged on his hoodie to keep her in place so he could kiss her again.
Cassidy smiled against his lips and backed up, walking downstairs to hear the television on low. When she had completely descended the stairs, she saw Jordie on the couch.
“I’m out for the night; I’ll see you around Jordie,”
“Hey,” he called out. When Cassidy turned back towards the living room, he continued, “how’s your dad doing?”
She leaned against the couch and bit her bottom lip subtly, “not too good… Jamie told you?”
Jordie nodded, “and they’ve been talking a lot. Once a day, maybe twice, but Jamie keeps it pretty hush hush.”
“I knew they spoke once, but everyday?”
Jordie shrugged and turned off the TV, “I don’t know what they talk about… the conversations never last too long.”
Cassidy smiled slightly and turned back towards the front door, “alright Jordie, thanks for letting me know. I’ll see you soon,”
It shouldn’t have bothered her at all. In fact, Cassidy should’ve been pleased that Jamie was making an effort to keep in touch with her dad. But she couldn’t understand why he was keeping it a secret. If anything, he should be keeping her in the loop. After all, it was her parent, not his.
And back at the apartment, Cassidy was hoping to have a long, deep conversation with Kennedy; one that was void of distractions, but even that would not happen. When she pushed open the front door, Kennedy was curled on the couch, with a pillow over most of her face, while Tyler had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. The scary movie on the TV had Kennedy cowering, and Tyler giggling at her. Not long after, the ending credits began to roll and from the kitchen, Cassidy could hear Tyler beginning to say his goodbyes.
“Will you stay the night with me,” Kennedy begged.
“No, I should get…”
Before Tyler could even get out his entire explanation, Kennedy interjected, “please,” she murmured, elongating the entire word.
Cassidy pulled open the refrigerator, trying to mind her own business. She didn’t want to stick her nose into Kennedy’s life, but she hoped her friend wasn’t getting too attached to a guy that appeared to be a confirmed bachelor.
“Knoxious, I got Ty to stay the night,” Kennedy shrieked as she came into the kitchen, filling a glass up with water. “I’m conducting an experiment on whether or not we can spend the night together without having any sort of intercourse.”
Cassidy glanced at Kennedy, half in disbelief. Did she think her friend and Tyler would get through the night without any intercourse? Of course not. They both exuded sexuality.
“So how’s Jamie,” Kennedy murmured, taking a small sip of water.
“Apparently in a functional and committed relationship with my father,” Cassidy murmured, getting ready to head back to her room. “They talk on the phone a lot, but I don’t know why… It’s weird.”
“So why don’t you just ask him. I’m sure Jamie would tell you,”
“I don’t want to be the type of girlfriend that needs to know every little detail about what her boyfriend is doing. Jamie’s a man… he’s capable of making his own decisions, without me micromanaging him.” She paused and let that sink in, not necessarily to convince Kennedy, but to convince herself. “But why’s he talking to my dad… that’s weird right?”
Kennedy rolled her eyes and turned to walk to her room where Tyler was now presumably waiting, “ask him, Knoxious.”
That was easy for Kennedy to say. There was no potential drawback for her in that advice. But Cassidy didn’t want to question Jamie, just to have him misconstrue her intentions. And even though the decisions should’ve been easy and clear, Cassidy still stared at Jamie’s number in her phone, going back and forth about whether she should call him. Eventually, curiosity won.
“Are you okay?” Jamie picked up after three rings, sounding alert, despite the fact it was already early morning.
“What?”
“It’s three o’clock. Are you okay?”
Cassidy pulled her phone away from her ear to look at the time. So she’d spent the past few hours staring at her phone, pondering the idea of confronting Jamie about the situation. “Why are you talking to my dad so much?” The question came out quick and unfiltered.
Jamie was slow to answer, “he’s not doing well. I’ve been calling to check up with him; I thought he might want someone to talk to.” He paused, “do you want me to stop calling him?”
She took a deep breath in and looked at her lap. Was it really possible that Jamie was this nice of a guy? “No… just forget I called, I’m driving myself crazy. I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“You mean later today?”
After exchanging soft laughs, they both hung up, and Cassidy sat back on her bed, slightly embarrassed that she had let her mind get the better of her once again. She felt like she would always be her own worst enemy.
Notes
This chapter is titled after "Shotgun Rider" by Tim McGraw.
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