“I think she forgave me. That was before she had to miss almost two weeks of work and class because of me, though.” He frowned. “I don’t know if she’s as awful as we thought. Is that fucking stupid?”
I’d been thinking the same thing but Savannah was our sister. Our sister who’d been calling almost nonstop since the news of our fake relationship reached USC. If Cassidy had been horrible to her, we couldn’t just pretend that hadn’t happened. Could we? “If it is I think I’m fucking stupid, too.”
He snorted. “Coulda told you that, dick.”
I stayed up for a while, trying to ease my constant heartburn with spoonfuls of mustard and nearly a whole bottle of pepto.I’d probably spent close to two thousand bucks on the pink shit since the game against USC. Even when I got distracted and forgot to feel like shit for a while, my body didn’t.
I slept like shit once I did sleep and practice was brutal the next morning. It took everything I had in me to get cleaned up for our date. Once we were outside of Cassidy’s house, though, I felt a surge of energy. Instead of pretending like I didn’t want to go knock on her door I jumped out first and strolled up her sidewalk.
Before I could knock she opened the door and took my breath away. Standing there in a white dress that floated around her thighs, Cassidy had a bright smile on her face and looked genuinely happy to see me. It did something to me to see her looking at me like that. I felt ten fucking feet tall.
“W-wow. You look stunning, Cassidy.”
She stepped out of the house and locked the door before turning back to me and running her hands down her flat stomach. “I feel silly. The PR team sent me a box with this dress and pictures of me on our last few outings with red marks all over them. Pretty sure it was that asshole guy who did the red marking.”
“Deacon. Yeah, he can be a dick. It sounds like something he’d do, giving you a play by play of just how he thinks you fucked up.” I shrugged. “I thought you looked good.”
She started towards the truck and only stopped when she realized I wasn’t following. She turned back to me and the dress flirted higher up her thighs. I wanted to thank whoever picked the dress. “What?”
Remembering who the fuck I was, I smirked at her. “Even that white tank top? It got red marks?”
Her grin made my dick stiffen. It was pure trouble. “Apparently Texas football royals don’t mix with women who have nipples. Both of mine were circled in that red ink andcrossed out. I wanted to be sure they meant my nipples and didn’t just circle the wrong things, though.”
I followed her movement as she pushed her shoulders back. The dress stretched across her chest and nipples. I let out a bark of laughter but it turned into me choking when she ran her hands over her tits and made her nipples harden. “Fuck.”
She grabbed my arm and tugged me towards the truck. “Come on. I’ve been so desperate to leave the house that I looked up the restaurant menu as soon as I heard we were going. I have my meal planned out completely and I can’t wait to get my mouth on a breadstick. God. Aunt Jolene and I aren’t cooks. She was out with Elvis all the time and would bring me back doggy bags but I’ve been dying for food that hasn’t been sitting in a bag for half an hour before it gets to me.”
It was like all the shit that had happened after that first night hadn’t happened. She seemed excited to see us and so damn happy that it made me smile in return without meaning to.
I followed her, torn between watching the dress dance around her upper thighs and the back of her head as she rattled on. Her ponytail swung from side to side, just as excited as she was it seemed.
She was already crawling across the seat before I could tell her I’d go around to the other side. I saw a flash of white lace and groaned. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening but it was going to happen with a boner for me.
25
***Cass***
The restaurant was fancy and all the Ford brothers had dressed up for it. As much as I resented those red marks on my pictures, I was glad that I looked decent enough to fit in. After almost two weeks of being trapped inside while my face healed I probably would’ve showed up in just my wash day clothes. I was too glad to be free again that I couldn’t even hold onto the anger over being locked away in the first place. I was sure it’d come back, though. And then I’d find that fucking PR team and maybe shit bomb their front porches.
When Cash took my hand I gripped his tight and smiled up at him. “I feel like I’m vibrating. Am I vibrating?”
Hayes was behind me and he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Did you grab the wrong panties, sweetheart?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Nope. I left those at home. Maybe next time.”
Weston held the door open for us and his face shifted from its stern resting place when he winked at me. “Time to feed the rabid raccoon.”
My laugh was too loud as we moved inside but they didn’t seem to care. The three of them were being strangely sweet and funny, so different from how things had been before the party. I didn’t want to question it. That would come later. I just wanted to live in the moment right then, though, and enjoy my freedom with them while they seemed just as happy.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch that not so subtle hint for me to eat your dick, Weston.” I loved the way his eyes widened and lit up with laughter but before I could really enjoy it a throat cleared. I realized a middle-aged man had joined us, his black suit just as perfectly stiff as his spine. My face burned from the embarrassment of having anyone else hear me. “Oof.”
Hayes failed at concealing his laugh but recovered quickly. “We have a reservation under Ford.”
“Oh, yes, sir. Please, follow me.”
Weston leaned in. “Such a potty mouth.”
I slapped at his hand but he caught my hand and held it. My face just burned hotter. “Shut up.”
