She stood up and started towards the house without waiting to see if we’d follow. I couldn’t remember a time when a woman had us scrambling behind them like Cassidy did that night. I shot a quick look at my brothers, the two men I’d been born with and had spent every moment with since, and tried to telepathically ask them what the fuck was happening.
Cash shrugged and lowered his voice. “Just fucking go with it, bro.”
Go where? We had to be reading the situation wrong. Cassidy probably just wanted to do exactly as she said, to work on our injuries. It was just our own lust and imagination that had us rushing into the house with her, ignoring everyone who calledout to us, and practically dragging her upstairs and into West’s room.
The finished attic room was a space that everyone knew not to go near. While a horny couple might slip into mine or Cash’s room in an ignorant, desperate move, no one made the same mistake with West.
Cassidy looked around the large space and walked over to the big circle window. “Wow. This is amazing.”
West moved to stand next to her and she instantly frowned at the way his hand had gone to his back. He dropped it as soon as he caught her expression and crossed his arms. He stared back at her with a challenging expression, daring her to comment on his injury.
She walked over to the bed and pointed at it. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Even if she’d directed the order at West, Cash and I weren’t taking a chance at missing our turn to get mostly naked. We were both down to our boxer briefs in seconds.
Cassidy took a deep breath as she looked at both of us. Her eyes moved over my body and flicked up to meet my gaze. Another blush stained her cheeks but she stood tall and proud when she reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head. It tangled in her hair and she growled before finally ripping it off and tossing it across the room.
Left standing in nothing more than a thin white bra and a pair ofWonder Womanpanties, she met our gazes head on and smiled. “It’s only fair. I won’t ask for anything I won’t do myself.”
Cash didn’t bother to cover up his groan. “I won’t either, sweetheart, but what I ask for might leave you blushing.”
She rolled her eyes at him and turned to West. It gave me a chance to look at her openly. She was lean but her hips would still fill my hands nicely. As would the tight ass I got to see when she turned to the bed. Her tits would be barely a handful but Icouldn’t fucking wait to feel her pebbled nipples digging into my palms.
“Fuck.” I didn’t even realize I’d uttered the word until she looked back at me and winked.
It was that confidence that did me in. She bossed West onto the bed, flat on his stomach, and then she stretched one long leg over his hips and settled her body over his ass. I was jealous as fuck when I heard his responding grunt. She was straddling him and gripping his hips between her thighs. All that tan skin on display made me forget everything else in the world.
She leaned forward and whispered something to him that made him curse and point to his bedside drawer. With a delicious amount of flexibility she stretched her body over and grabbed a bottle of oil from that drawer. Her eyes lit up as she settled over him again. “Naughty Weston. I can’t imagine what a nice boy like you would be doing with this so close to your bed.”
West had always been blunt, even before the injury, and he proved it again as he opened his mouth. “Fucking my fist while imagining a scenario just like this one.”
Cassidy laughed. She fucking laughed. She was so unbothered by what he’d said that she just laughed and poured some of the oil into her hands. “That’s the only time I ever find the phrase boys will be boys acceptable.”
I looked over at Cash and when he looked back at me I nodded to the bed with wide eyes. I mouthed at him in case he’d lost the ability to read my mind.Is this really happening?
He mouthed back.Don’t fuck this up. Just go with it.
I almost laughed. Me? Fuck it up? End whatever show Cassidy was willing to give us?
As fucking if.
4
***Cass***
Revenge.I was getting revenge. It didn’t mean anything that I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. It was a childish, petty way to get revenge but it was what it was. Savannah Ford had stolen the men I cared about, my entire life, so I was going to fuck her brothers.Revenge. Revenge. Revenge.
God, why didn’t it feel like revenge? It felt like I was burning up for West’s blunt attitude, Cash’s easy humor, and Hayes’ knowing looks that seemed to cut right through me.
I warmed the oil in my hands and started at the top of Weston’s back. His muscles were bunched and I knew that while some of the tension might’ve been from having a half-naked woman straddling his ass, a lot of it was from the injury he’d received in the championship game against UCA almost a year and a half earlier. I breathed deep, calming my own racing heart, and then I worked my hands over his warm skin.
Feeling Weston’s muscles react to my touch was heady. Watching his tan skin twitch when I lifted my hands, seeing hisanticipation of where I’d touch next, it made me feel confident like I’d never felt before. There was only the muffled sound of the music from downstairs, something with a strong bass, and then Weston moaned.
My hands froze over his lower back as my brain tripped over that sound. Deep, raw,real. I took a shuddering breath as our situation became very, very real to me. I’d stripped down to my underwear in a room with three hulking men who’d been watching me like I was a live action porn. I was so attracted to each of them, so intensely that I was open to letting anything happen. Maybe it didn’t have to be just revenge. I’d spent years pining for the same man. Maybe it was my turn to feel wanted.
Whatever vague thoughts I’d had when I’d first straddled Weston, lofty plans of fucking Savannah’s brothers, came into sharp focus and I flushed hot all over. I was going to let them touch me. For the first time in years I felt confident in my body. They wanted me. There wasn’t another woman they wanted instead of me, at least in that moment. That feeling was like ten shots of tequila on an empty stomach.
“Don’t stop.” Weston’s growl jerked me back into action, only my touch had become lingering.
