“Fuck, yes… Fuck your ass is so fucking good.”
Vigo kept sucking my tit, but I knew he was coming too, knew it from the low groan that sounded from the back of his throat, his thrusts turned frenzied and chaotic as he sank into his own release.
We were a jumble of sweaty bodies lost in pleasure, and it all felt right and complete, like were meant to be just like that: the four of us.
Like we could have been incomplete if even one of us was missing.
I was whimpering when the orgasm finally ended, and Hawk removed his dick from my mouth and bent to kiss me. Jagger eased himself out of my ass and Vigo pulled me down next to him on the floor.
A few seconds later, Hawk stretched out on my other side, Jagger on his back next to Vigo.
“I’m glad Reva is a better housekeeper than she is a cook,” he said.
Hawk laughed. “Right?”
Vigo tightened his arms around me. “You’re really part of our world now, mouse. How do you like it?”
“I like it.”
And I did. Way too much.
51
CASSIE
I stretchedin Hawk’s bed the next morning, savoring the crisp sheets on my naked body. I was sore in the best of ways, my pussy raw, my nipples sensitive from the hours I’d spent fucking the Hawks the night before.
We’d moved from the work room (or whatever it was) into Hawk’s bed and they’d taken control over my body until the early hours of the morning, taking turns using their mouths and fingers and dicks in every imaginable combination, using the wand until I started to crave the violet light, the sparks it sent to every nerve in my body.
I had only the vaguest of memories of them leaving that morning: Hawk kissing me in the dark, Jagger smoothing my hair, Vigo handing me my phone and telling me to take the day off.
I’d called out at the shop — Kaylee had been more than happy to take over for the day — and slept like a baby, drifting through a deep and dreamless sleep, my body more relaxed than it had ever been.
I reached for my phone and checked the time, then saw a text from Daisy.
See you at 1pm! Got Chasen’s for lunch.
Right. My catch up date with Daisy and Sarai.
Can’t wait!
I lay in Hawk’s bed for a few more minutes, contemplating how much to tell my two best friends about my newly hot sex life, then decided to play it by ear. It wasn’t like either of them were prudes. Daisy had been fucking three guys for the last two years and Sarai practically had a hookup frequent flyer card.
I finally got out of bed and grabbed a coffee. I was surprised to find that I missed Vigo handing it to me. It was one of those little things the Hawks did for me without making a big deal out of it, and it had been really nice to have someone else make me coffee when I spent all day making it for other people.
I took my coffee upstairs and ran a hot shower, then dressed in shorts and a tank top. I didn’t bother with makeup. I wore a little of it most days in the shop and it felt good to have a clean face for once.
It was only 12:30 when I was ready to go, so I decided to leave early, spend a little one-on-one time with Daisy before Sarai got there, maybe catch the baby before nap time.
I don’t know if it was all the amazing sex I’d been having or something in the air, but I felt a little euphoric as I got in my car and headed toward Daisy’s house. And what wasn’t to love? The sun was shining, the trees were a leafy canopy on every side of the road, and I was being railed on the regular by three hot and unruly men.
It was a lot more complicated than that — I knew that better than anyone — but right now, it felt like enough.
I drove with the windows down and the music blasting, singing along, happy I’d taken Vigo’s advice and taken the day off. What was the point of building a business, of hiring people you trusted, if you couldn’t take a day off now and then?
I had a sudden longing for my mom. Some days it was hard to remember her. Then I’d pull up one of the pictures Bram had sent me to keep on my phone and look hard at her, trying to remember the til of her head, the shy quality of her smile, the way her eyes always seemed lit from within.
I didn’t know what she would have said about my relationship — if that’s what we were calling it — with the Hawks. Maybe she would have been worried or even disappointed. Maybe she would have thought it was anti-feminist or something.
