Epilogue #2
There is a very thin layer of skin between her pussy and asshole and I can feel every movement he makes as he loosens her up.
“Shit,” I grit my teeth. “I’m not sure how much…”
Cassie shrieks a little as she’s lifted off my dick.
“Wouldn’t want to end this prematurely,” Mace smirks.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know how fucking amazing it feels inside of her.”
“It will be even better soon,” he goes back to moving his hand and Cassie’s moans get louder and longer. She winces a few times, but she takes it like the bad ass she is and is soon pushing back on his hand.
“You ready for us, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “Can I see, please?”
Fuck, I love that she asks. Mace unties the blindfold and it falls onto my chest. Cassie blinks and focuses on me, her eyes are full of lust, her lips parted.
I can’t help it, I roll up and kiss her, as she plunges back down on me.
We both cry into each other’s mouths and then Cassie rips her mouth away and arches her back.
“Relax,” Mace whispers, leaning close and pressing his lips to her ear. “Breathe, let me inside you, Cass.”
Her lips drop open on a silent scream and that’s when I feel it. Mace’s dick is rubbing up against mine as he sinks all the way inside her with a drawn out groan.
“Does that feel good?” I ask her.
“Full,” she whispers, her eyes tight. “But good. I need you to move,” she tugs on the ribbons around her wrist but can’t go anywhere because of the knots I’ve used. “Oh God, please, move.”
I give Mace a look and he nods, then takes hold of her hips and pushes her down so she lowers onto me fully, then he pulls back and she rises.
It doesn’t take long to get into a rhythm that works for us all and pretty soon I’m on the verge of losing it again as Mace pushes her up and down on my dick.
Feeling him rubbing against me too is a whole new experience that is adding to the overall insanity of how this feels. Cassie starts moaning and begging us to go faster, fuck her harder and we oblige. I grab her tits and bite her nipples as Mace sucks on her neck, both of us pushing her between us.
It gets too much when she clamps down and I come so hard my spine snaps straight and my shoulder screams at me to stop what I’m doing, but the pleasure is too much.
“Oh fuck,” Mace groans and Cassie falls forward one last time, crying out herself as she comes too. He holds her around her middle so she doesn’t fall onto me.
Cassie’s arms are bent and pulling at the ribbon so I sit up and untie them from the headboard. Mace pulls back, making her wince a little, but she is like putty between us.
“That was intense,” she says.
“Did you like it?” I ask, brushing her hair over her shoulder. She looks on the verge of falling asleep but we need to take care of her after something like that.
Mace unties her wrists and helps her off the bed then scoops her up and carries her to the bathroom.
It takes me a second to follow, rolling my shoulder and rubbing at it to help with the ache.
Cassie watches me as I come into the bathroom.
She is sitting on the counter while Mace fills the bathtub with her favorite salts.
It still shocks me that he’s come into this relationship fully committed. I never would have thought he’d be down for it continuing, but we have been getting on better than ever. There is an ongoing chess game in the spare bedroom that one of us pops into and makes a move whenever we’re passing.
And a deep understanding that whatever Cassie wants, we’ll move heaven and earth to give it to her.
“Is your shoulder okay?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m all good. How are you feeling?”
“Great,” she winks. “Fucked hard by two amazing dicks, and a hot bath, what more could a girl want.”
Mace chuckles as he tests the temperature of the water, then comes over, picks her up and lowers her into it. Cassie sighs as she leans back. We decide to give her some space but she calls out to us as we leave.
“We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Bet your sweet ass, we are.”
Cassie and I crack up laughing and I push Mace out of the way while he moans that we’re assholes.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs and listen to Cassie moaning. I left the two of them in bed because Mace is going on a run later today and will be gone for a few days. Sounds like she is enjoying whatever it is they’re doing. I carry on making breakfast ready for when they’ve finished.
We’re going to the compound today because King has some work he needs Cassie to do for him. The Buick is in drivable condition, so I promised we’d ride there in it. I brought it home to work on and Cassie has become fascinated watching me.
Waverley suggested it’s because I’m usually topless when I’m working but I like to think it’s because she takes an interest in what I do.
We eat breakfast when they come down and Mace gathers everything he needs. I like watching them. Not only when they fuck, but at moments like these, when Mace holds her and kisses her. Seeing Cassie grow and change over the last few months has been a beautiful thing.
“Be careful,” she tells him.
He gets a handful of her ass and squeezes. “I’m always careful,” he kisses her then pulls back. “You know I love you right?”
Cassie’s mouth drops open.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. Trust his dumb ass to announce something important in a conversational way.
He kisses her again then walks out the door.
“He is such a jackass,” she shakes her head.
“What can I say, sweetheart, you bring it out in us. I love you too.”
“You’ve said, once or twice. And I’ve said it back,” she adds pointedly. “Should I run after him and say it to him too?”
“He knows,” I get up to clear our dishes. “Go get ready, we need to get on the road.”
“We are so weird,” she shuffles past me and heads upstairs to get cleaned up.
I text Chester at the garage to tell him I’ll be bringing the Buick in today and can he clear out my space in the garage. Then gather everything I need. Cassie comes down dressed in black slacks that taper in at her ankles and a black blouse with small daisies on it.
She doesn’t need to put airs and graces on for the club but I love that she still makes the effort to be the professional she is. I grab her bag and open the front door. As I’m pulling it shut, Cassie gasps.
“Who are you?”
I turn around and pull the gun out from under my cut. I never go anywhere without it now.
“I wouldn’t do that.” The woman gets up from the bench where she was sitting.
“Answer her. Who are you?”
“Eli,” Cassie grabs my arm. She isn’t scared, she sounds pissed. She nods at my chest, and I tip my head down to see a red dot right over my heart.
“Like I said. Please put the gun away, I’m not here to hurt you.”
“What do you want then, what is this?” Cassie snaps.
I recognize her voice. It’s the woman who called me. The one who gave me Singer’s name. Her head tilts knowing I’ve figured it out. Doing as she asks, I slowly put the gun back in the holster under my shoulder.
“It’s okay,” I tell Cassie, but she isn’t going to back down easily. “She’s the Veil Line.”
“What? Oh,” she looks at the woman again this time with interest but she’s still angry. “Call off whoever that is. You might be all-powerful and mysterious but you do not get to come to our house and aim a sniper rifle at us.”
The woman watches Cassie. After a moment she makes a hand gesture and the dot disappears. Cassie lets out a breath beside me but only loud enough that I hear.
“Why are you here? You said I should never try to contact you again.”
“We don’t explain ourselves to anyone. We don’t meet with people,” she annunciates the word. “But, you proved you’re the kind of people who will go to any lengths to help women in need. You’re strong, and smart,” she glances at Cassie, then back to me.
Cassie takes my hand, and I can practically read her mind, she doesn’t want praise for what she did.
The woman takes out a black card and holds it out to me. I take it, turning it over to see a PO Box address.
“Name and state,” she says. “We will never contact you, but we’ll follow up. Do not lose, share or advertise that address.”
“You mean women’s names and where they live,” Cassie says.
The woman doesn’t answer, she walks down the steps to the end of the driveway. A black SUV pulls up, and she gets in without a glance back. It doesn’t have any plates and they’re gone before I could even try to get a picture.
Not that I want to.
“Holy shit,” Cassie sighs when the car is out of sight. “I can’t believe they had a sniper rifle on you.”
“We always suspected they had power behind them.”
She pulls a face but takes the card and looks it over. “To just ask for a name and the state the person lives in, they definitely have power behind them.”
Neither of us say it but we both suspect some kind of law enforcement must be involved.
“I need to show this to King,” I say. “Come on, let’s go.”
Cassie nods and we climb into the Buick. Our maiden drive is somewhat dampened by thoughts of the Veil Line showing up at our door. Cassie has some trauma when it comes to me being in the crosshairs. Not that I don’t feel that too. I hate that she worries.
King is in his office and tells us to come in. He listens as I tell him about the visit from the woman and Cassie hands over the card.
“I assumed they’d moved on from taking phone calls,” he says, putting the card in a drawer of his desk.
“King, why did you want us to find them so badly?” Cassie asks.
I shift behind where she is sitting but King nods at me, letting me know it’s fine. I might not ask questions like this. Cassie isn’t afraid to, and King is used to that about her.
King wasn’t happy when he heard what happened at Cassie’s law firm and offered to step in. By that point, Cassie had made peace with her new position. She didn’t want to go back to a company who could use her and cast her away as easily as they did.
“What they do,” he says, focusing on her. “Brings peace, to a lot of people. When you lose hope, can you imagine how it feels to have a group like this step in?”
“You’re not answering the question,” she says.
King eyes me, his look says I’ve got my hands full with her. Truth is, I wouldn’t have her any other way. And I share the load.
“All you need to know is what you did is helping someone who needs it. Someone I haven’t been able to help,” he taps the drawer. “Until now. I appreciate what the three of you did to get this. I never thought it would turn out the way it did.”
“With us all nearly dying?”
I put a hand on Cassie’s shoulder, not taking my eyes off King.
He runs a hand over his beard. “Among other things,” he lifts a brow. “Anything else?”
Cassie is dying to ask more questions but even she knows King is done.
“Dirt is arranging a gathering when the Stroudsburg members get back. I hope to see you both there.”
“Sure,” I agree.
We head out and toward the garage. Cassie stops halfway and turns to look around at the compound. She has struggled a lot with being here, even though she’s been loyal from the start. Things have changed for her, in more ways than one.
“What’s the gathering about?” she asks.
“I’m not sure if your aware that King has been keeping an eye on Mace’s chapter since they joined us.”
Cassie gives me a look like she knows more than anyone realizes. And it’s true, as many secrets as I keep about the club, Cassie knows some I don’t. We’re not hiding anything from each other, it’s the way of the club.
When it matters, we will always tell each other the truth.
“I guess you could say the training wheels are coming off. Don’t tell anyone I said that. Especially Dominic.”
Cassie grins. She loves it that we call each other by our real names when it’s only us. She takes my hand. “Oh I can’t wait to tell him that.”
“Hey,” I tug her hand and pull her against my chest. “You want us to have an argument?”
“Watching you fight is almost as good as having you both fuck me.”
“Well then I guess we’re not doing one of those things right,” I bite her earlobe and she moans.
“Do you think they really need him on that run?” she gives me a look that I find hard to resist.
I pull out my phone and dial his number. He answers and someone yells something in the background then more people laugh. Sounds like he’s still at the clubhouse.
“Er, we have a problem.”
“What kind of problem,” he asks and the sounds around him get quieter. He must be moving away.
Cassie leans in and puts her mouth by mine. “The kind that only the two of you can fix,” she says, in a low, sexy voice.
“What the fuck?” Mace breathes out. “Is she serious? I have work to do and… Fucking hell. Shit…Talon! We have a problem. I’m gonna need you to handle this.”
I pull the phone away from my ear and look at Cassie, smiling like the boss she is.
“How long will it take you to get home?” he asks.
“We’re leaving now.”
“This can’t keep happening,” he says.
“Until you start saying no, it’s gonna keep happening.”
Mace laughs and I hang up the phone and grab Cassie’s hand. She bursts out laughing too as we run to the garage but I don’t get the Buick, I grab the keys to one of the spare bikes and spin her around lifting her onto the back of it.
Cassie holds on tight as we head out and finally, wholeheartedly, I know this is where I belong.