I had no idea what I was doing but it only seemed polite to ask.
“Don’t tempt me. One thing at a time.” He took my hands and pulled me to a sitting position. “Come sit next to me in the hot tub. Fuck if I can’t get enough of that body.”
He sounded as confused as I felt, and I let him pull me into the water next to him.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and Jagger sidled up next to me as Hawk eased back into the hot tub across from us.
I leaned against Vigo’s chest with a sigh. Why was I so comfortable? Was it just the orgasm or something else?Something about these strange chaotic men that made me feel right at home when I should have wanted to run far away?
I was drifting in the haze of post-orgasm relaxation when my phone buzzed next to the hot tub.
“Leave it,” Jagger said.
“I can’t. It might be Bailey. She’s housesitting for Bram.”
Bailey had called a couple of times with questions about Ray, and once, a question about the security system.
But when I looked at my phone I saw that it was a text from Bram.
“Shit.”
“What’s up, buttercup?” Vigo asked.
“It’s Bram. He’ll be home tomorrow.”
34
HAWK
“You’re not going alone.”
It wasn’t the first time I said it but I’d say it as many times as Cassie needed to hear it.
“It will be worse if you’re there.” Cassie’s voice was tinged with desperation, the voice of someone standing between a bomb and someone with a lit match.
I think we were the people with the lit match in that analogy but I couldn’t be sure.
“We’re not letting you take the heat alone,” Jagger said.
“I’m not worried about taking heat from Bram,” Cassie said.
We’d moved from the terrace to the kitchen, and Cassie was nursing a Coke while the rest of us drank beer around the island.
Fresh from the hot tub — and an orgasm — she was so fucking pretty my chest hurt. The ends of her hair were still damp, and her cheeks were flushed from the hot water, her lips swollen from Jagger’s and Vigo’s kisses.
She’d gone up for a robe after we got out of the hot tub and her tits were visible in the gap between the silk tied around her waist.
It had taken every ounce of self-restraint I’d had not to cross the hot tub and fuck her when she’d been spread out for Vigo. And here was the kicker: it was hard for me to imagine another time when I wouldn’t have done exactly that.
Yes, Cassie was a virgin. And yes, I wanted her to feel good her first time.
That was a given.
But I wasn’t worried about being able to give a woman pleasure. I knew how to do that. So why was I waiting? Why hadn’t I taken her when fucking her was the thing I most wanted to do?
Fuck if I knew.
You know.
