I mentally sift through the contacts I’ve made over the years, trying to think of who can get me more information on Blakely’s family. She told me their names, and I know they live in one of the neighboring towns at the base of the mountains. They won’t be too hard to track down, especially since her uncle used to be in a professional boxing league. Once we find him, I’ll pay him a little visit and give him a taste of his own medicine before calling the cops on his ass.
The moment is interrupted by an obnoxiously loud banging at my front door. Blakely yelps, but I soothe her anxiety.
“I’m sure it’s one of the guys,” I tell her. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in a second.
Throwing on a pair of shorts, I make my way to the door as another round of knocking begins. “Yo, Cass, are you in there?”
Sure enough, it’s Huxley. I open the door enough to peek my head out. “What’s up?” I ask, my voice a little rougher than I meant.
“What’s up? We haven’t seen you in like three days. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I tell my friend.
“That’s it? No explanation?”
I shrug. Huxley stares at me, then his gaze drifts until he's looking behind my shoulder. The little smirk on his face lets me know exactly what he saw.
“You got a woman in there with you!” he exclaims.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” I grumble.
“Sure, sure, not a big deal at all,” Huxley says, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone, but you better come over for dinner tonight. Jordan will be thrilled for another friend, and I know Wilder and Ari will want to meet her as well. I’m happy for you, man,” he tells me genuinely, giving me a meaningful look.
I nod, unable to contain my smile. We say our goodbyes, and I turn back to Blakely, holding out my arms for her. My heart is full to bursting when she runs toward me and launches herself into my embrace. This is everything. I hope I don’t screw it up.
10
BLAKELY
“That was so much fun!” Ari exclaims, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a hug.
Jordan hugs me next, telling me we need to hang out again soon. I nod, thanking both women for being so welcoming.
Cassian stands on the porch, smiling at me while I say my goodbyes to the girls. Wilder pats him on the back and says something, but Cassian never breaks eye contact with me. I know that look. And I know exactly what our next activity is going to be.
As we make our way across the compound area where the cabins are located, my hand finds Cassian’s, and I squeeze it. “Thank you for sharing your friends with me,” I whisper.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing it. “You deserve all the love in the world. I know the three of you girls will be the best of friends, and you’ll always have us to look after you.”
I nod and lean against Cassian, loving when he wraps his arm around me and tucks me further into his side.
By the time we reach the cabin, the mood has changed from sweet to steamy. We barely make it through the front doorbefore I turn and lift myself on my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. Like every time, I’m swept up completely by him, drowning in lust and never wanting to come up for air.
Cassian takes control of this kiss, walking us backward until I’m pressed against the wall. He slides his tongue against mine, his hands roaming over my curves and clawing at my clothes. Pulling me away from the wall, he somehow shuffles us toward the bed while stripping off our clothes.
Cassian takes a step closer to me, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.
“Please,” I whimper, not even caring that I sound desperate. I am. He’s right there with me.
“I’ve got you, love. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and guiding me until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs.
Laying me out on the bed, he stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him. I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fist.
“Please,” I whisper again, my hands trailing up my torso to cup my breasts. My skin is so sensitive that every light touch seems to go straight to my clit, making it throb in anticipation.
Cassian tears his eyes away from where they were locked on my pussy, and he grunts again when he sees me playing with my nipples.
