Chapter 32 Cassie
CASSIE
I found the Hawks outside in the hot tub when I got home later that night. The sun was just starting to set, the light turning violet, steam rising from the water. The outdoor lights had come on, illuminating an assortment of plants and bushes that were planted around the walkways.
But it wasn’t the landscaping that got my attention. It was them, hair wet, their muscular chests rising up out of the hot tub, their tattoos an extension of the murky water bubbling around them.
Vigo grinned when he saw me. “Just in time. Come get naked.”
“I have to put my stuff down.” It was an excuse. After the mind-blowing sex (was it called sex if someone didn’t actually fuck you?) with Jagger a couple nights earlier, I wasn’t sure I was ready for all three of them.
“So put it down.” Hawk’s eyes were like chips of amber ice. “Then come get naked like Vigo told you to do.”
“Unless you really want to say no.” There was a knowing light in Jagger’s blue eyes.
“You can always say no.” Vigo grinned. “But you have to mean it.”
“Besides,” Jagger said, “we want to talk to you about something.”
“Fine.”
I went inside, through the kitchen and up the stairs to my room where I dropped my bag. I hesitated, contemplating a bathing suit, then remembered Vigo’s words.
… come gat naked.
He hadn’t said to put on a bathing suit. He’d said to get naked, and I was starting to understand that part of my bargain with the Hawks was doing as I was told when it came to things like my naked body.
I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapped it around my body, and headed back downstairs, torn between the desire already building at the center of my body and the nerves twisting my stomach into knots.
“Welcome back,” Jagger said when I returned to the terrace.
I stood there, wondering how one divested oneself of a towel, thereby revealing one’s naked body, with a minimum of awkwardness.
“What are you waiting for, mouse?” Hawk asked, his eyes glued to my face. “Take off that towel. And there better not be anything underneath it.”
Good call on the bathing suit, I guess?
I let the towel drop, then hurried to the hot tub, my cheeks burning.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Vigo licked his lips with a flash of his tongue stud. “Fuck, I’m hard already.”
“Same,” Jagger said, studying me through the steam.
I set my phone on the deck next to the hot tub and eased myself into the water next to him with a sigh.
And not gonna lie, it felt delicious.
I’d never been naked in a hot tub before and now I wondered why. Wondered how many other things I’d denied myself while playing the good girl role assigned to me by Bram and everyone else in Blackwell Falls.
“Talk first.” Hawk spoke like a stern boarding school dean keeping his charges in line.
“Fine,” Vigo muttered, sidling up on my other side.
Now I was between him and Jagger, their thighs brushing against mine under the water.
“We paid Dorsey a visit today,” Hawk said.
It took a second for my brain to process what he’d just said. “Travis Dorsey?”
“The one and only,” Vigo said. “Even picked up a baseball bat for our trouble.”
I ignored the part about the bat. There were a million reasons Vigo would end up with a baseball bat in this scenario, none of them reasonable. “Why did you go see Travis Dorsey?”
“Wanted to dig around your theory a bit.” Jagger stretched his arms out over the edge of the hot tub.
His fingertips brushed against my bare shoulders and I had to force myself to concentrate. “What theory?”
“That someone else ordered the hit on your parents,” Hawk said.
I tried to hide my surprise. The Hawks hadn’t seemed to care much about my theory when I’d spilled my guts to them in the kitchen. “And?”
“And you were right,” Jagger said. “He was paid to do it.”
My mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? How can you be sure?”
Vigo laughed. “He wasn’t in any condition to lie.”
Okay, didn’t want to know what that meant.
“Did he say who paid him?” I felt sick. I’d suspected it hadn’t been an accident, but having my theory validated meant that someone had killed my parents — destroyed my family — for money.
Vigo shook his head. “But he said the guy had a Russian accent.”
“You remember anything from those papers your parents left behind that might connect?” Hawk asked. “Anything about a Russian guy, a Russian company, anything like that?”
I thought back to the papers I’d found in my parents’ unlabeled file boxes. “Not that I can remember, but I could take another look.”
“You might want to do that,” Jagger said.
“Why?” I knew why I’d want to look for myself, but why would they care? They’d already gone above and beyond the call of duty, especially since I’d lost the Hunt.
“So we can try and find the guy,” Vigo said, like it was obvious.
“Why would you do that?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Jagger asked.
I didn’t know what he meant. That of course they would do this for me or that of course they would do this because they liked messing around with things that could be dangerous.
“I don’t want to drag you into my trouble.”
Vigo’s hand slid up my thigh under the water. “Trouble is our middle name, mouse.”
“Are you trying to fuck with Cassie when we just had a conversation about her dead parents?” Jagger asked.
“She can say no,” Vigo said, his hand further sliding up my thigh. “Do you want to say no?”
I should have said no. Jagger was right: I’d just found out someone had assassinated my parents.
But the only time I wasn’t thinking about what happened to my parents — to Bram — was when I was letting the Hawks take control of my body. Then there was no room for thought, pleasure crowding out all the machinations of my mind.
“Not especially,” I said, as Vigo’s fingers brushed my pussy.
“Knew it.”
I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers through my folds. “Your pussy’s so soft, mouse.”
“It tastes like heaven too,” Jagger said.
“I wouldn’t know,” Vigo said. “But I’m going to correct that tonight. It’s my turn.”
“Hear that?” Jagger reached over my shoulder to stroke my nipple. “Vigo’s dying to eat your pussy.”
I slumped deeper into the water and let my legs drop open as Vigo found my clit.
“Can you blame me? It’s gotten five-star reviews.”
I moaned as he stroked circles onto my clit and Jagger reached under the water to guide my hand to his dick. It was pure instinct to stroke his thick shaft.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” He turned his head toward me and kissed my shoulder. “You know what to do.”
He kissed his way up my neck and I sighed when he finally closed his mouth around mine. His tongue slipped between my lips and he swept my mouth with lazy strokes, a match to the rhythm of Vigo’s fingers on my clit.
There was something incredibly erotic about having both of their hands on me while Jagger’s tongue was in my mouth, and I moved my hips with the motion of Vigo’s fingers, already reaching for the orgasm that lurked at my core.
“You know how to get what you want, don’t you mouse?” Vigo asked, closing his teeth around my other shoulder.
“Our girl definitely likes to come,” Jagger said, breaking our kiss.
“I’m going to need her out of the water then,” Vigo said, withdrawing his hand from my pussy. “I want her to come on my face. Out you go, mouse.”