I’ve buried my head in the sand. Been determined to make my club my own and break away from King. When I don’t need to do that. He’sgiven me autonomy, he lets me make decisions and doesn’t meddle. I’ve seen it that way because that’s what I expect him to do.
“Are we good?”
“Give me a little time. But yeah, I’m still salty about losing my job. On the plus side, I don’t have to work for that jerk.”
“Which one?” I arch a brow.
She smirks back and admits, “both of them.”
A knock at the door startles us. We’re not expecting visitors. It opens before either one of us can get up and Rosa walks in. She stares at the two of us then walks to her daughter. Cassie pulls in a deep breath but whatever she thought was going to happen, she’s surprised when Rosa drops on to the couch beside her and pulls her into a hug.
“Are you okay, kiddo?” She asks.
Cassie looks up at me as she pulls out of her mom’s grasp. She nods and somehow, I know it’s for me as well as Rosa.
I leave them alone and head upstairs, not before I hear Rosa asking her how deep she is in with me and Handlebar, the innuendo obvious in her voice, and Cassie hissing at her to shut up.
A few days have passed since Cassie’s firing and the shipment at the docks being successful enough that we strike up a deal to work together more. I’ve spent time alternating between the house, with Cassie, and going to the club. Handlebar has done the same. The three of us aren’t often all together.
When we are, there hasn’t been any rampant fucking, but we do sleep in the same bed, which is weird as fuck, but also becoming semi-normal. Cassie is still getting over everything that went down. She’s not withholding sex, she’s not ready for it.
I roll up to the house after holding a meeting back at the clubhouse. Shit goes on and we haven’t had Church for a while. My officers needed to be filled in on what we’re doing. The Buick is covered and Handlebar’s bike is parked up next to it. It’s dark out but the lights are on inside.
Cassie has been to Sussex and out with her mom and Waverley a few times. Each time someone is with her and she hasn’t complained. Rosahas made some comments to both of us, winking behind Cassie’s back when she’s said something that riles her daughter up.
As much as I hate to say it, she’s growing on me.
Handlebar is washing dishes when I come in. I’m not a messy person but he likes order. I’m more than happy to let him do the cooking and cleaning. Cassie isn’t much of a cook either. We’ve kind of slipped into these roles without thinking about it.
Talon has asked more than once what is going on. He’s a perceptive fucker. What little detail I did go into, he was warned to keep his opinions to himself. I greet Handlebar then head upstairs to get washed up. The shower is running when I go into the bedroom.
I smirk to myself, if Talon’s sister knew what was going on in her bedroom, she’d lose her shit. Taking off my clothes I head into the bathroom. The glass is steamed up but her silhouette is clear. I’ve respected that we weren’t in a place to be fucking but that ends now.
Cassie yelps when I slide the door open but the shock fades and her gaze lowers down my body as the spray hits my skin. She doesn’t hide how I’m affecting her. Nor does my cock.
I grab onto the wet hair at the back of her head and touch her throat with my other hand, slowly wrapping my fingers around her neck. I don’t squeeze, I’m not into pain with pleasure, just enough to let her know I own her now.
A small whimper leaves her, and she arches her back, her nipples pebble to hard points and I pull her into me as I dip my head and kiss her. Fuck I’ve missed her mouth. She grabs onto my hips, then runs her hands up my back and grips my shoulders as I lower my hand and tease her nipple, then her whole breast before lowering it over her stomach and through her folds.
It doesn’t take much to get Cassie wet and I groan as my fingers slide in with ease. She kisses me hard, pushing her fingers up through my hair and holding me to her. I’ve never really been much for shower sex, so I reach behind her and shut off the water, making her frown, until I cup her ass and lift her, so her legs go around my hips, trapping my cock between us.
I walk to the counter and set her down, turning her so she can see herself in the mirror. She looks fucking stunning. Using my foot, I tapher ankle, spreading her legs, then hold on to her ass and spread her cheeks. She gasps when I stroke a finger over her asshole.
“You like that?” I ask.
She nods.
“One day, soon, I’m gonna be in your ass while Eli is in your pussy.”
She moans and closes her eyes.
“You want that Cassie? You want to take us both at the same time?” I rub my thumb around the hole, then push two fingers in her pussy all the way to the knuckle. She goes up on her toes and cries out. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I grin. But not yet. Right now I just want inside her and we have nothing to prep her, it would take too long.
She leans down and presses her forehead to the surface when I push inside her with a grunt. It’s been too long. If a week can be called that. I want to be inside her all the time. I want to fuck her as often as I can. With him, without him, I need to own her.
I take hold of her neck and lift so she is upright, pressed tight against me, then thrust my hips fast, fucking into her enough that her hip bones are bashing into the counter. She takes my hand and pulls it up to her neck again and I oblige her, wrapping my fingers around her throat. We watch each other in the mirror as I fuck her harder, both of us needing it like this right now.
When she comes, I pull out, pick her up and turn her to face me, sitting on the counter, then push back inside and press into her thrusting a few times before I come too, dropping my forehead to her shoulder.
