I was only vaguely aware of Hawk’s and Vigo’s labored breathing as they got themselves off, finishing the job that fucking me had started, and I let myself fall hard onto Jagger’s dick every time he pulled out of me and drove in again, my orgasm building with every thrust, every rub of my clit against his stomach.
I fell into his rhythm, coherent thought obliterated as I reached for my release,
I cried out when I came, holding onto Jagger’s strong shoulders, closing my eyes and falling into the explosion rocking my body. He groaned and smashed his mouth onto mine as he followed me over the cliff of his climax.
Hot semen sprayed on the sides of my thighs as Hawk and Vigo came in their hands, their strangled panting filling the room until I collapsed in Jagger’s arms, gasping for breath.
For a long minute there was nothing but the aftermath, my naked body pressed against Jagger, the rise and fall of his chest against mine.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Vigo finally said, wrangling his dick back in his jeans. “Let me find some tissue to clean you up, mouse.”
Jagger kissed me again, my back smashed against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his hips.
Hawk was putting his dick away when the door to the dressing room opened.
I tore my mouth away from Jagger and saw Meredith over his shoulder, her mouth open like she’d planned to speak but had lost her train of thought, which was understandable given the fact that she’d walked in on Hawk and Jagger with their jeans still unzipped and my legs locked around Jagger’s bare ass.
Vigo sauntered over to her without bothering to zip his jeans and handed her the purple dress. “We’ll take this one.”
I should have been humiliated. Or at the very least mortified.
Instead I lowered my head to Jagger’s shoulder, trying to stifle my laughter.
“In a ten,” Jagger said.
31
JAGGER
I lookedout the window as Hawk tore down the main road leading away from Blackwell Falls, some kind of heavy metal blaring from his speakers at a volume that was probably doing permanent damage to my hearing.
I didn’t mind. It gave me a chance to think without making conversation. Someday I’d be old and deaf and it would be all Hawk’s fault but that was a problem for another time.
I wasn’t someone who usually thought much about the future. Except now, I was definitely thinking about the future. Not my future as a hearing-aid wearer but my future — our future — with Cassie.
It had crept up on me: taking for granted that Cassie would live with us forever, that she’d always be our mouse, not just to fuck but to hold and take care of and love.
Not that I was in love.
I wasn’t cut out for love. None of us were.
But I did want to give her a soft place to land after all she’d been through, I did want to see her face every morning when I woke up and every night before I went to sleep. I did want to talkto her about her feelings because it kind of seemed like no one had been doing that, like she’d gotten used to not doing it too.
Also, I wanted to feed her and kiss her and buy her a new car, both because she needed a new car and because I wanted to buy her something huge and indestructible — like a tank — so no one could ever hurt her again.
Which didn’t mean I was in love. I just wanted to do things for her. Starting with finding out who the fuck had dared to hurt her, which meant finding out who was behind the murder of her parents, because they were undoubtedly the same people.
There was only one problem. Well, there were a lot of problems actually, but one of them loomed over our situationship like no other.
Cassie’s obligatory ninety days with us was up in two weeks.
In the weeks after Cassie had come home from the hospital we’d been able to avoid Bram by leaving the house when he arrived with Maeve for his visits. Now that Cassie could see again, she visited him at the loft or he came to see her at the coffee shop, and it was obvious Bram was waiting out her ninety days with us, assuming she’d go back to her old life when they were over.
I was under no illusion: no way was Bram Montgomery going to let his baby sister stay with us past that ninety-day mark.
And he definitely wasn’t going to let herbewith us, something I was just starting to admit to myself I wanted.
“Think he found something?” I had to shout the question over not just the music but the roar of the hot summer wind filling the car from the open windows.
