Wasn’t it enough that he’d be sharing our home? He didn’t need to join us outside of these walls.
Grayson smiled at me. “It’s nothing I can’t rearrange.”
“Good,” Cass said with a nod. “It’ll give me a chance to get to know you better. Make sure you’re treating my sister well.”
I could feel the headache creeping in as Cass passed us to move into the kitchen. Turning towards the door, I left, hoping that the shower would ease the pain in my head.
Just as I left the room, I heard Grayson, “You have my word as a God, Scott.”
But I wasn’t sure how much it counted for.
My day was spent in the trio's company, observing them carefully. I’d gathered that Cassidy Scott was just as ambitious and hard-headed as the other Scott in my life. An orthopaedic surgeon who had taken up his specialty in America, fallen in love and relocated.
He was protective of his adoptive little sister, warning me to be careful with her heart and I had to bite back on laughter. There was no heart involved in what laid between me and Scott. It was pure need and desire on both parts, but she’d been better at resisting temptation than I’d expected.
“I’ll go check if she’s ready,” I said, getting up from my seat in the living room.
We were heading out for dinner, but our party was missing a guest.
“You’ll never get out anywhere on time with Quen,” Cass said, rolling his eyes.
Sophie shot him a look. “There’s nothing wrong with taking pride in your appearance, Cassidy.”
The pair bickered as I left the room.
When I got upstairs, I stopped outside Scott’s bedroom door, which was wide open. Her back was to me as she struggled to reach for the zipper. Leaning against the doorframe, I let my eyes run over the smooth skin of her bare back and the curve of her ass.
“Fuck it!” she grumbled as she began to pull the dress off.
I raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Scott. You’re awakening a dark desire in me.”
She spun on her heel, gripping the front of her dress against her to keep her modesty.
“What are you doing? Go,” she hissed at me.
“We’re all wondering what’s taking so long.”
Her cheeks tinged pink, and she huffed. “I can’t get the zip up. Can you ask Sophie to come up here?”
Smoothly, I pushed myself off the doorframe and sloped towards her. “Let me help.”
“I —”
“We’re meant to be seeing each other, Scott. It’ll look weird if I go to request someone else to help you.”
Scott huffed again before turning around and displaying her back to me. She pulled her mass of dark hair over her shoulder to reveal bare skin, and I reached out, letting my fingers trail down the flesh.
The contact caused her to suck in a breath, and her back arched away from my fingertips.
“Gray.”But her voice didn’t hold the same fire as it usually did.
“Just trying to help,” I said innocently.
“The zip,” she instructed, firmer this time.
I smiled, taking hold of the zip at the base of her spine just before the tempting curve. I dragged it, my knuckles brushing against her skin as I went, and her flesh formed goosebumps under my touch. She wouldn’t be able to resist me much longer. I’d make sure of it.
Once I reached the top, I whispered in her ear, “All done.”
