“What’s it going to be about?”
He stroked my hair. “It’s going to be about making you come in a million different ways. And it’s going to be about using your body to come in a million different ways ourselves. Does that scare you?”
It should have terrified me. I was a modern girl. A feminist. The idea of being used would have gone over like a lead balloon in any female social circle.
But my body hummed at the thought of being used that way by the Hawks, and my cunt was wet and ready.
“It scares me,” I said. “But I want to do it all anyway.”
He laughed and pulled me more tightly against him, then kissed my head. “That’s my good girl. I can’t fucking wait.”
My body thrilled with anticipation.
And a kind of danger that had nothing to do with my body.
30
JAGGER
Vigo satin the driver’s seat of the G-Wagon, bouncing a rubber ball off the windshield. “Sometimes I think we spend more time waiting than doing anything else.”
I kept my gaze trained on the dingy little house across the street from where we were parked, its front yard littered with plastic toys and a couple of plastic lawn chairs. “Yeah but the rest of the time is enough fun to make up for it.”
The house’s peeling white paint and cracked concrete porch didn’t stand out in this part of Carlton where most of the houses had seen better days.
“Easy for you to say after fucking around with Cassie the other night,” Vigo said.
As soon as he said it an image of her flashed in my mind: Cassie naked on my bed, her fiery hair spread out on my pillow, hands bound, eyes covered with the blindfold, her pussy wet and on display right in front of my face.
It had only been a couple of hours since she’d left for the coffee shop and I was already excited to see her back at the house later.
“You were in her pants the first night,” I pointed out.
I wasn’t surprised Hawk was quiet in the back seat. He’d tried to play it off when he found Cassie in my bed the morning after I’d eaten her pussy but it had been obvious he was pissed.
“Yeah, but you got to eat her pussy,” Vigo said. “Plus you let her come. I was trying to be a team player and make her wait.”
“You should’ve talked to us,” Hawk finally said. “She lost the Hunt to all of us.”
“Fuck off,” I said. “Nobody’s stopping you from taking a taste.”
As much as I wanted to believe Cassie was all in for me, it was clear from the way she’d responded to the blindfold and the wheel that she was down to play.
Rule number one: You can say no.
Rule number two: You have to mean it.
She wouldn’t have said no to Hawk. Not once he’d started in on her.
“Fuck you,” he said calmly.
“It’s true and you know it,” I said. “You’re just too fucking scared to get too close.”
“The fuck I am.”
I laughed, “Deny it all you want but we all know if Cassie wasn’t a virgin you’d have smashed it already.”
Hawk knew it was a big deal, knew we owed something to Cassie. We weren’t obligated to make it meaningful — she was a Hunt girl living with us to do Hunt-girl things — but whether we liked it or not, we owed it to her to make her first time really fucking good.
