Page 55 of Out for Blood
Vigo stretched at the foot of the bed. “They could have solved their fight in five minutes with a simple conversation.”
“It’s a misunderstanding,” Hawk argued. “It happens.”
“It’s bad writing,” Vigo said.
“Okay, professor,” Hawk said.
Cassie ignored them. “Can I have my phone back please?”
“No,” Hawk, Vigo, and I all said at once.
Cassie crossed her arms over her tits, a casual gesture that squeezed them together and made them look even more luscious. “I’m not a child.”
I held her hand. “No one thinks you’re a child. But it was a big day. It might be good to give yourself some space around it.”
“My parents died trying to figure out what was happening to those girls,” Cassie said. “They left that stuff behind so someone could pick up where they left off. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, mouse.” Vigo stroked Cassie’s calf. “Plus, I’m horny as fuck for you.”
“Same,” Hawk said.
Vigo scowled at him. “You had your turn.”
Hawk slipped his hand up Cassie’s shirt. “Who’s keeping score?”
“Me,” Vigo said. “I’m keeping score.”
Casie pouted. “I’m trying to be serious and you’re talking about fucking.”
“Jesus, mouse.” Vigo inched his hand up behind Cassie’s knee. “Just hearing you talk about fucking makes me want to do more fucking. With you. Obviously.”
I rolled onto my side and slid my hand between Cassie’s legs to stroke her velvety skin. “You’d rather be serious than get fucked?”
Her breath hitched as I inched my fingers closer to the hem of her boxer shorts. “Maybe.”
“You know what I think?” I asked.
“What?”
“I think you’re a fucking liar.”
Hawk cupped Cassie’s bare tit under her T-shirt while I slipped my fingers into her shorts, working my way under her underwear.
I bit down on her shoulder, tasted salt and her body wash, both of which went straight to my now-hard dick. “Let me in, mouse.”
She grudgingly relaxed her thighs and I stroked through the folds of her pussy with a chuckle. “I knew you didn’t want to be serious more than you wanted to get fucked.”
She was wet, slippery even, and my fingers slid easily through her heat.
I watched her face, watched her features slowly relax as she sank into pleasure.
Hawk lifted up her shirt to reveal her tits and pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. “Someday when I have enough self-control not to fuck your pussy I’m going to come between your tits. They’re so fucking perfect.”
He squeezed her tit and bent his head to flick his tongue against her nipple, then closed his mouth around it to suck.
She leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes with a sigh.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, pushing my fingers inside her. “Let it all go.”
