Chapter 3 Hayes
***Hayes***
Cash jumped in to keep West from blowing up and ruining our night. “I think we promised you a drink. I’ll go grab a few drinks for us. One closed bottle of beer for the princess, of course.”
“Punch is fine. If you drug me, I’ll just hunt you down and castrate you. They don’t just teach that shit down here in the south.” She made a scissor motion with her fingers and laughed when he covered his dick. “Cute.”
We settled into a relaxed conversation when Cash came back with the drinks.
She was easy to talk to and every second more we spent with her the more I was convinced that she’d shown up as some sort of miracle.
West wasn’t hammered out of his mind but he also wasn’t angrily barking at everyone, both of which had become his norm.
Cash was looking at her like a lost puppy hoping to be taken home.
And I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like we were. It felt fucking good.
At some point, the conversation shifted. I don’t remember who started it, maybe Cash asked something about California, or maybe she let something slip… but suddenly she wasn’t laughing or giving us shit anymore.
"I transferred," she said, staring into her cup. "From USC. It's... it was time for a change."
The way she said it made it clear that "change" was a nice word for something that hadn't been nice at all. West surprised me by being the one to break the silence. "Running from something or toward something?"
She looked up at him, and for a second her whole face was open. Unguarded. Sad in a way that made my chest ache.
"I haven't figured that out yet."
Her thumb pressed into the rim of her cup hard enough to dent it.
She didn't seem to notice. But I did — the way her throat worked around a swallow she was trying to hide, the way her smile was already loading up, ready to fire before anyone could ask a follow-up question.
It was a move I knew by heart. Get the next joke out fast enough and no one makes you explain the last honest thing you said.
Then she blinked and the mask slid back into place, and she was tossing a pebble at Cash and calling him a pretty boy and the moment was over.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About the way she'd looked when she thought no one was really paying attention.
I was paying attention. I couldn't seem to stop.
There was this building tension around the fire pit that had my hair standing on end.
I kept waiting for her to move closer to one of us, for her to choose, but she didn’t.
She teased each of us equally and tossed flirty looks the same way.
I was ready to drop to my knees for the girl and she seemed content to keep the three of us right where we were, eating out of the palm of her hand.
Cash got us more drinks and the night continued the same way. It was our house but we ignored the rest of the party and everyone else who’d shown up. The conversation turned just as I was starting to feel a buzz.
Cassidy caught me rubbing my knee and hiked up her dress so she could kneel in the gravel in front of me.
She did it without hesitation, like the rocks digging into the tops of her bare knees didn’t even register.
Her hands were warm as she gripped my calf and stretched my leg out.
“You’ve talked to your coach about it still aching?
Or is this special because you jumped off a second-floor balcony tonight? ”
Her hands trailed up my leg and I couldn’t think. There had been women where she was before, some even in the exact spot probably, but I’d never gotten hard so fast in my life. It was like she’d short-circuited my brain.
She rubbed my thigh and looked up. Her eyes widened when they snagged on the bulge trying to escape my jeans.
For the first time all night I watched her cheeks go red.
She didn’t stop working her fingers into my thigh, though.
She licked her lips and met my gaze. “I could get a better feel of everything if we were somewhere with a bed and better lighting. I could look at you, too, Weston.”
Cash was quick to jump in. “I have aches, too.”
She stood up and started towards the house without waiting to see if we’d follow.
I couldn’t remember a time when a woman had us scrambling behind them like Cassidy did that night.
I shot a quick look at my brothers, the two men I’d been born with and had spent every moment with since, and tried to telepathically ask them what the fuck was happening.
Cash shrugged and lowered his voice. “Just fucking go with it, bro.”
Go where? We had to be reading the situation wrong.
Cassidy probably just wanted to do exactly as she said, to work on our injuries.
It was just our own lust and imagination that had us rushing into the house with her, ignoring everyone who called out to us, and practically dragging her upstairs and into West’s room.
The finished attic room was a space that everyone knew not to go near. While a horny couple might slip into mine or Cash’s room in an ignorant, desperate move, no one made the same mistake with West.
Cassidy looked around the large space and walked over to the big circle window. “Wow. This is amazing.”
West moved to stand next to her and she instantly frowned at the way his hand had gone to his back. He dropped it as soon as he caught her expression and crossed his arms. He stared back at her with a challenging expression, daring her to comment on his injury.
She walked over to the bed and pointed at it. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Even if she’d directed the order at West, Cash and I weren’t taking a chance at missing our turn to get mostly naked. We were both down to our boxer briefs in seconds.
Cassidy took a deep breath as she looked at both of us.
Her eyes moved over my body and flicked up to meet my gaze.
Another blush stained her cheeks but she stood tall and proud when she reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head.
It tangled in her hair and she growled before finally ripping it off and tossing it across the room.
Left standing in nothing more than a thin white bra and a pair of Wonder Woman panties, she met our gazes head on and smiled. “It’s only fair. I won’t ask for anything I won’t do myself.”
Cash didn’t bother to cover up his groan. “I won’t either, sweetheart, but what I ask for might leave you blushing.”
She rolled her eyes at him and turned to West. It gave me a chance to look at her openly.
She was lean but her hips would still fill my hands nicely.
As would the tight ass I got to see when she turned to the bed.
Her tits would be barely a handful but I couldn’t fucking wait to feel her pebbled nipples digging into my palms.
“Fuck.” I didn’t even realize I’d uttered the word until she looked back at me and winked.
It was that confidence that did me in. She bossed West onto the bed, flat on his stomach, and then she stretched one long leg over his hips and settled her body over his ass.
I was jealous as fuck when I heard his responding grunt.
She was straddling him and gripping his hips between her thighs.
All that tan skin on display made me forget everything else in the world.
She leaned forward and whispered something to him that made him curse and point to his bedside drawer.
With a delicious amount of flexibility she stretched her body over and grabbed a bottle of oil from that drawer.
Her eyes lit up as she settled over him again.
“Naughty Weston. I can’t imagine what a nice boy like you would be doing with this so close to your bed. ”
West had always been blunt, even before the injury, and he proved it again as he opened his mouth. “Fucking my fist while imagining a scenario just like this one.”
Cassidy laughed. She fucking laughed. She was so unbothered by what he’d said that she just laughed and poured some of the oil into her hands. “That’s the only time I ever find the phrase boys will be boys acceptable.”
I looked over at Cash and when he looked back at me I nodded to the bed with wide eyes. I mouthed at him in case he’d lost the ability to read my mind. Is this really happening?
He mouthed back. Don’t fuck this up. Just go with it.
I almost laughed. Me? Fuck it up? End whatever show Cassidy was willing to give us?
As fucking if.