“That’s not what you were saying when I had my face in your pussy last week.”
Her cheeks flamed, so fucking adorable I wanted to pull her across the counter, kiss her senseless, part her thighs right there in front of everybody.
“Will you keep it down?” She looked around, clearly worried about someone overhearing, but the coffee shop was too noisy for anyone to pay us much attention.
“Making you come with my mouth isn’t embarrassing for me and it sure as shit shouldn’t be embarrassing to you.”
She sighed, clearly out of patience. “Just… wait here. I’ll be right back and we can go upstairs. And try not to use sex words out loud while I’m gone. This is a family establishment.”
“A family establishment.” I laughed because it sounded so prim, and another thing I knew about Cassie was that when she was naked she was anything but prim. “Sure thing.”
She disappeared behind a door leading to the back and I glanced around the coffee shop. The pink-haired girl working the register was trying and failing to be subtle as she checked me out, probably wondering why her boss was so familiar with a guy she’d never seen before.
I wondered if Cassie had told her employees — the pink-haired girl and the young guy behind the counter — that she was living with us, then decided she portably hadn’t.
It would be impossible to explain to a normie, and the girl working the register was definitely a normie, in spite of the pink hair.
Cassie wasn’t a normie even if she’d managed to convince herself otherwise.
She returned a minute later with her bag and stepped out from behind the counter.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here before you intimidate more of my customers.”
“Are more of your customers going to hit on you?” I asked as we headed for the door.
“Probably not.”
“Then they have nothing to worry about."
39
CASSIE
I was still blushingwhen I led Jagger up to my apartment.
And not just blushing: horny.
I hadn’t fooled around with any of the Hawks since the hot tub — I thought maybe they were giving me space after the mess at Bram’s — and I was starting to feel like I was wandering in a desert, in desperate need of a cool drink except in this case what I really wanted was to fuck the Hawks.
All of them. At the same time.
Now that I knew what it was like to get naked with a guy or three, my usual self-care routine wasn’t cutting it, and Jagger’s casual mention of the way he’d made me come with his mouth had been a reminder of what I’d been missing.
Plus, I had to admit it had been a turn-on to see the way he’d staked his claim with the friendly guy who’d been chatting me up at the counter.
It was regressive and I couldn’t explain it but here we were.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, unlocking the door to my apartment.
“I don’t do anything because I have to. Not anymore.”
He was so close behind me I felt the brush of his body against my backside, and my pussy pulsed with possibility.
Down girl. You’re here to work.
I was here to find some connection to the Russian guy who’d hired Travis Dorsey — not to fuck Jagger.
“I appreciate it.” I stepped into my apartment and set down my bag as Jagger closed the door behind him. “Can I get you anything? I’m sorry I don’t have beer.”
