My phone dinged with another text, this time from Vigo.
When are you coming home?
Soon, why?
Get your sweet ass home. We want to play.
My pussy pulsed at the thought. I hadn’t been with Jagger or Vigo since I’d slept with Hawk, and even though I’d been sore for the next twenty-four hours, I was more than ready to try my hand — and everything else — with all of them at once.
Especially now that I’d seen their toy room.
And yeah, I was nervous too because some of that stuff had looked pretty intimidating, but my nervousness wasn’t at all outpaced by my curiosity.
I looked up at Drew, leaning against the counter on his phone.
I didn’t blame him. It was dead.
“Mind if I cut out early?” I asked.
He laughed. “You’re the boss, boss.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone to close if you need help,” I said.
“I’ve got this,” Drew said. “Everything’s already stocked for tomorrow.”
“Amazing.” I closed my laptop and slid out of my chair.
For the first time in a long time, I was eager to get home, and I tried to ignore the fact that it wasn’t my home — my apartment — I longed for but the big house in the trees and the three men who were demanding more and more of my body.
And maybe, my heart.
49
CASSIE
I expectedto find them waiting in the kitchen — Vigo had sounded more than a little eager — but no one was there so I headed upstairs to find them.
I passed through the landing and followed the sound of their voices to the open door of one of the rooms in the first hall. Not the toy room, but the sparsely decorated room with the tall work table and bulletin board.
My pulse quickened at the sight of them, standing around the work table and staring at the giant blueprint-like piece of paper I’d seen when I’d found the room almost a month earlier.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Jagger said, crossing to kiss me on the lips before returning to the blueprint. Just the scent of him, the brush of his big chest against my tits, made me wet. “How was work?”
“Good.” I was surprised by his casualness, still struck by the feeling I’d had the first time I’d found the room: that it was off-limits, that I wasn’t supposed to be here.
“We have to watch this guy,” Hawk unfolded his arms, his biceps bulging under a white T-shirt, and pointed to something on the blueprint. “Especially if he’s not out front.”
“I’ll hit the back if he’s not there,” Vigo said. “Get there before everyone starts screaming.”
I stepped closer, emboldened by the fact that they seemed fine that I was there.
“What is this?”
“This is our next job.” Vigo cracked his inked neck, a feverish shine in his gray-green eyes, one I had started to recognize as a sign he was about to do something socially unacceptable.
Or worse.
I looked at the squares and rectangles on the blueprint, all of them unlabeled, the circles scattered throughout. “What kind of job?”
