Chapter 4 Cass
***Cass***
Revenge. I was getting revenge. It didn’t mean anything that I had to keep reminding myself of that fact.
It was a childish, petty way to get revenge but it was what it was.
Savannah Ford had stolen the men I cared about, my entire life, so I was going to fuck her brothers. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge.
God, why didn’t it feel like revenge? It felt like I was burning up for West’s blunt attitude, Cash’s easy humor, and Hayes’ knowing looks that seemed to cut right through me.
I warmed the oil in my hands and started at the top of Weston’s back.
His muscles were bunched and I knew that while some of the tension might’ve been from having a half-naked woman straddling his ass, a lot of it was from the injury he’d received in the championship game against UCA almost a year and a half earlier.
I breathed deep, calming my own racing heart, and then I worked my hands over his warm skin.
Feeling Weston’s muscles react to my touch was heady.
Watching his tan skin twitch when I lifted my hands, seeing his anticipation of where I’d touch next, it made me feel confident like I’d never felt before.
There was only the muffled sound of the music from downstairs, something with a strong bass, and then Weston moaned.
My hands froze over his lower back as my brain tripped over that sound.
Deep, raw, real. I took a shuddering breath as our situation became very, very real to me.
I’d stripped down to my underwear in a room with three hulking men who’d been watching me like I was a live action porn.
I was so attracted to each of them, so intensely that I was open to letting anything happen.
Maybe it didn’t have to be just revenge.
I’d spent years pining for the same man. Maybe it was my turn to feel wanted.
Whatever vague thoughts I’d had when I’d first straddled Weston, lofty plans of fucking Savannah’s brothers, came into sharp focus and I flushed hot all over.
I was going to let them touch me. For the first time in years I felt confident in my body.
They wanted me. There wasn’t another woman they wanted instead of me, at least in that moment.
That feeling was like ten shots of tequila on an empty stomach.
“Don’t stop.” Weston’s growl jerked me back into action, only my touch had become lingering.
I still worked the tense muscles of his lower back but I lost the clinical touch I’d worked so hard to perfect over the years. Each touch became a stroke, an exploration. I shifted my hip over his ass and let out a breathy sigh. I was painfully turned on.
“Come here, Cassidy.” Cash drew my attention to where he was standing beside the bed in just his boxer briefs and a whole lot of tattoos. His arms were covered and there was a heart over his chest that I wanted to explore but then my eyes caught the monster trying to escape his briefs.
I hadn’t known why I’d given them my full name when absolutely no one called me by it but it made perfect sense when Cash’s southern drawl used it to bring me closer while sporting a massive erection. Cassidy had never sounded better.
He lifted me from his brother like I weighed nothing and held me under my thighs so I’d wrap my limbs around his strong body. His eyes dropped to my mouth and stayed there. His hips flexed and I gasped when I felt his hard length press against my core. “Too much?”
I licked my lips and shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing but I don’t want to stop.”
Another hot body pressed into me from behind. Without much thought I dropped my head back on their shoulder. Hayes groaned. “Just Cash? Or…?”
I felt bold and so unlike myself. The three men in the room with me were considered gods amongst men and they were right there with me, nerves shaky but still so hungry. I didn’t want to cheat myself for another minute. “I want all three of you.”
Weston’s growl forced my eyes open and I saw he was standing next to us, his slightly taller body tight with a new kind of tension. “We’ve never shared.”
Cash’s lips pressed into the center of my chest. “I’m a fast learner.”
“Just tell us what you need, Cassidy.” Hayes’s raw request had me reaching my arm back to wrap it around the back of his neck.
“I’ve never done it, either. I don’t know how it works.” I felt no shame while I admitted just how painfully inexperienced I was. There was a sense of openness between us that made absolutely no sense for how long we’d known each other. “I’ve only been with one person before.”
Cash flexed his hips again and bit my bra strap to drag it off my shoulder. The feel of his rough stubble on my sensitive skin made my toes curl. “Fuck that dude. In this room tonight, there’s no one else.”
It was all too easy to forget everyone but them.
Especially when Weston gripped my chin and turned my face to his.
His eyes had lost all the hard edges that had been there the whole night.
They were soft and warm as he stroked a finger over my cheek.
“We’ll figure it out together. We’ll take care of you, Cassidy. ”
Those two sentences were gut punches. It was all I’d ever wanted to hear from Cole.
He’d been my best friend but he’d failed me over and over again.
Then there was a practical stranger standing in front of me saying those things with so much sincerity in his voice that it shook me through and through.
Gone were the cocky guys from downstairs.
Instead, I’d found myself alone with three men who were being sweet and caring. I wasn’t prepared for sweet and caring.
Weston wasn’t done tearing my chest open, though.
He gently leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine in a soft kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.
His big hand slid into my hair and held me steady while he kissed me again and again.
They grew longer, just as lingering as my hands had been, and when he did slide his tongue over my lips I was dying for it.
I opened eagerly and moaned when our tongues brushed together.
Cash continued kissing my chest, letting his nose nudge my bra out of his way as he went.
Just as Weston deepened our kiss Cash changed tactics and licked my nipple through the thin material.
Hayes’ lips trailed over my shoulder while his hands tightened on my waist. They moved seamlessly to ruin me, like their triplet brains had linked to pleasure me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Cassidy.” Cash’s hands tightened under my thighs and it was like they were worried I’d float away.
They each held me so tightly that I figured I’d walk away with faint bruises but I didn’t care.
He’d called me sexy. Maybe another woman wouldn’t have preferred that but it filled my cup and then some.
I locked my hand in his hair and held his face to my chest, silently begging for more of the wet suction. My nipples ached for it. Everything ached for it. I didn’t even realize I was rubbing myself against Cash’s erection at first. I was just chasing the pleasure they were doling out.
“More?” Cash’s question made Hayes and Weston pull back slightly as they gave me space to answer. It just made me swoon a little harder.
I nodded roughly. “More.”