7. Cassidy
CASSIDY
“Ooh, there he is,” Cheyenne hissed, smacking my arm as I studied the diner menu.
“Who?” Looking up at the door, I watched in amusement as Archer strode in with JR not far behind. Josie was on his heels, rushing over to sit across from us, her face brimming with excitement.
“Did you hear?”
I ignored her comment and watched as the guys took a seat on the other side of the diner. “Aren’t you going to sit with your husband?”
“He’s got Archer.”
“Right, but isn’t that weird?”
“Not really. If I sat over there, then I would have to take Cheyenne with me, and she’d moon over Archer the whole time.”
“Hey!”
“It’s the truth,” Josie said pointedly.
“It’s not my fault he keeps giving me mixed signals.”
I glanced over at the man, who was basically ignoring everyone. “I’ve never seen him give you any signals.”
“Well, not in public,” Cheyenne sighed. “But there are times when I’ll catch him staring at me.”
“He’s not staring at you. He’s glowering because you won’t stop staring at him,” Josie pointed out.
Cheyenne snorted in amusement. “That’s not at all what’s happening here. See, he’s ignoring me because he wants me so much. I bet you anything, if I were to walk over to any man in here and start flirting, you’d see a reaction.”
I looked around the diner, trying to find someone worth flirting with. “Well, Bud is sitting alone,” I grinned.
Cheyenne narrowed her eyes at me. “Bud the druggist? He’s ancient!”
“And yet, I bet he would be very interested in flirting with you,” I laughed.
“That wouldn’t draw a reaction from Archer. Obviously, Bud isn’t a threat.”
“Obviously,” I nodded, still laughing internally about the whole thing.
“Ooh, what about Jack?”
We all turned in our seats to the lonely man sitting at the counter. “Poor Jack. He used to be such a happy guy.”
“Well, having your girlfriend killed by a drunk driver will do that to you,” Josie said sadly.
“God, that’s depressing,” Cheyenne muttered. “And not at all who I would hit on just to get a rise out of Archer.”
I scanned some more, settling on the perfect target. “Sawyer,” I grinned.
“My brother?” Josie gasped. “Are you kidding?”
“Yeah, not that I don’t like him, but I really don’t want to be his next victim.”
“Hey!” Josie snapped.
“Sorry, but it’s true. He falls in love in like two seconds, and then is determined to love you for the rest of your life whether you want him to or not.”
Sadly, it was true. He was such a nice guy, but he wore his heart on his sleeve and didn’t know how to date someone without falling in love.
“Okay, what about Levi?”
“Who?” I spun in my chair, looking around for the man she was talking about. There was only one Levi, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t lived in town in over ten years.
Josie pointed to the corner of the restaurant where the three Cross brothers sat. I gaped at the man, stunned at how handsome he was. Granted, all the Cross brothers were extremely good-looking, but I hadn’t expected this chiseled, Greek God to walk into the diner and give us all a free porno.
If by porno, that meant him walking in with his dastardly good looks and charming personality.
“When did he get into town?” I hissed.
“Last night. Apparently, he showed up on Remi’s doorstep, needing a place to crash.”
“And…he’s just home? I mean, why did he come back? Where has he been all this time? And why haven’t we heard anything about it?”
“Well, no one talks about Levi. He’s the dark horse of the family. Apparently, a very dark horse,” Cheyenne winked.
I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but that didn’t matter right now because the diner door swung open and Sam walked through, followed by Jeff.
And unfortunately, it didn’t go unnoticed by anyone else in the diner.
“Crap! I completely forgot about what I was going to tell you,” Josie hissed.
Whipping out her phone, she shoved the screen in my face. There stood Sam in his boxers and shorts, while Jeff laid in the bed, looking very cozy.
“What am I looking at?”
“This is what Declan walked in on this morning,” she grinned.
I studied the photo again, but I didn’t get it. “So?”
“So?” she scoffed. “They were in bed together!”
I looked at the picture again, but I didn’t see it. One man was in bed, but the other was clearly on the opposite side. “Is that the mobile house?”
“Yep,” she said smugly.
“Wait, what does this have to do with Archer?”
“Nothing,” Josie said in frustration. “Don’t you see what this implies?”
I nodded. “Yes, I see, but I can tell you right now that this is some horrible setup. Remember, I dated Jeff, and he is definitely not gay. And based on how Sam pressed me against the wall last night and shoved his tongue down my throat, he’s not either.”
“What?” they both gasped.
I nodded, continuing to study my menu as they both sat on tenterhooks, waiting for me to spill the beans. Josie’s hand landed on my menu, slamming it to the table.
“You cannot possibly say something like that and then leave us wanting more.”
“And yet, I did,” I smirked.
“Okay, pushed up against a wall, tongue down your throat,” Cheyenne motioned for me to continue. “What happened after that?”
I cocked my head. “Do you think the western omelet has mushrooms? It doesn’t say, and I really can’t stand them.”
“So tell them no mushrooms!” Cheyenne snapped. “Details. Now!”
“Then again, maybe I’m in the mood for waffles this morning,” I added thoughtfully.
“Girl, we’re suffering over here!” Josie snapped. “I’m six months pregnant, my vagina is going to stretch to a massive size in just a few months, and then I’ll have to listen to screaming for hours every day by a tiny alien baby! I need details, and I need them now while I can still enjoy them!”
Looking up from my menu, I watched her curiously. “Does that mean you plan to take whatever I tell you and use it in some fantasy while you screw JR?”
“Would that bother you?”
“Not really. I’m just wondering how detailed I should be,” I grinned.
“Very detailed,” Cheyenne snapped. “Some of us haven’t gotten laid in over a year!” she shouted.
The whole diner grew quiet and multiple heads turned to look at us, including the elusive Archer, who looked more amused by the announcement than anything.
“Well, that certainly got their attention.”
“Oh, who cares?” Cheyenne muttered. “It’s no secret that I’m going through a dry spell. If anything, you’d think I’d have men lined up, offering to give me a good dicking.”
“So, why aren’t they?” Josie asked.
Cheyenne glared at the man, who was still staring at her. Only, instead of amusement on his face, it had turned to a heated smolder that nearly lit my panties on fire.
And then I made the mistake of looking at Sam, and it suddenly became very hot in the diner.
Because he was staring at me, and his expression was ten times more intense than anything I’d just seen on Archer’s face. Swallowing hard, I fumbled for my water, but the whole time, I was unable to tear my gaze from the man whose body had been pressed against mine just last night.
“Holy shit,” Cheyenne muttered. “And I thought I had it bad.”
“Does he always look at you like that?” Josie hissed.
But words failed me as my gaze remained locked with Sam’s. Sweat broke out along my spine as I remembered the hard planes of his body, the curve of his muscles under my fingertips, and the very long and hard length that had pressed against my belly.
“I should go,” I stumbled over my words, grabbing my purse from the back of the chair.
“But you haven’t eaten!” Josie gasped.
“And you still haven’t explained what happened last night!”
“I think that’s pretty clear,” Josie snorted.
I kept my gaze trained on the door as I wove through the tables and chairs, trying not to trip over anything as I made a hasty exit. I barely made it out the door when I was grabbed by the arm and spun around.
Warm lips crashed down on mine, and then I was pushed against the diner wall as Sam’s whole body engulfed me, just as he had done last night.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered against my lips, sliding his hand up into my hair, tugging harshly.
“Very bad,” I gasped as his other hand slid down my side, brushing awfully close to my breast.
“Tell me to stop,” he groaned, pressing his body into mine.
“You should…stop.” Breathlessly, I tried to come up with a good reason. “Don’t know you…”
“And we’re in public.”
“That does…pose a problem,” I said as he slid his tongue in my mouth and ravaged me, grabbing me by the ass and hauling me up.
Right. Up. Against him.
I cried out as his cock pressed hard against my clit, giving me the relief that I hadn’t felt in what seemed like years. This was so wrong. We were in public.
I barely knew the man. Yet, I couldn’t seem to care about any of that right now. “My place. Now,” I said, biting on his lower lip as he tried to pull back.
“Too far.”
He grabbed my hand and tugged me around the corner of the building to a parking lot where a tiny house sat. Seconds later, the door was open, and he was tugging me through and to the back where a large bed filled out the space.
“Is this the same place the picture—”
But I never got to finish. His lips crashed down on mine as his fingers tore at my clothes. Chills skated across my skin from the lack of heat, but it didn’t last long. His large hand cupped my breast, tugging at my nipple as his tongue slid along my neck.
Incoherent sounds slipped from my lips with every touch of his fingers across my skin. My teeth chattered as his fingers skimmed the waistline of my pants before flicking the button and lowering the zipper.
“Oh God,” I murmured as his fingers slid over the curls on my mound, tugging harshly.
“Fucking sexy,” he growled.
It was at that moment that my brain started to question when the last time I shaved was. For mere seconds, terror washed over me that he would touch my legs, or worse, my pussy, and find that I was a horrible mess.
But then his finger slipped inside me, and I forgot about everything else. The rough pads of his fingers massaged my insides, pumping hard as he thrust into me. I had never felt anything as amazing or addicting as the feel of this man touching me.
“Take me out,” he rasped as he sucked on my neck. “I need your hand around my cock.”
Tugging at his pants, I wrapped my hand around his thick length, whimpering at how large he was.
And he was all mine.
But it wasn’t enough to have my hand around his cock. I needed to feel him, to taste him. More than anything, I wanted to see this brute of a man fall apart because of me.
I wanted all the power, to know that he was at my mercy.
Stepping back, I lowered myself to my knees, never taking my eyes off his. The brilliant blue of his eyes immediately brightened as he realized what I was doing, but before I could take him in my hand and wrap my lips around his cock, his hand shot out, gripping a clump of my hair.
A low growl emanated from his lips as he held me back, but the moment I wrapped my hand around his cock and my tongue darted out, he was lost. Salt coated my tongue as I licked the tip, swirling my mouth around the crown.
The hold on my hair tightened with every inch I took of him into my mouth, and when I had him all the way to the back of my throat, he cursed hard, yanking his cock from my lips, only to shove himself all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his grip once again tight in my hair as he forced himself to gain just a little control. And in that second, I wrapped my hand around the base of his veiny cock and sucked hard.
He cried out as he pumped into my mouth, chasing an orgasm that I wasn’t ready to give him yet.
The feel of his cock in my mouth, the way he filled me, and how wet I was only spurred me on.
I wanted to keep him there for as long as possible, to remember this moment, because I was positive he would run when this was over.
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes as he started fucking my mouth, giving me no room for air. But I loved every second of it, memorized the way he felt against my tongue.
And then he was gone.
Gasping for air, I looked up at him through tear-coated eyes, into his tormented face.
He was going to throw me out.
“Sam—”
Gripping me by the arms, he tugged me to my feet and slammed his lips down on mine. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I gripped his thick mane and held him to me, refusing to let him go.
We stumbled a step, hitting the bed and tumbling back until his body was pressed to mine.
He didn’t waste a second unclasping my bra, and then his lips sought out my nipples, tugging one into his mouth.
The material ripped in two and sharp pains stretched across my back from the bra digging into my skin just before it broke.
“Fuck, these tits,” he growled, cupping them as his thumb brushed across my nipple.
I was on overload as he jerked his hips, his cock pressing against my clit as he pinched and tortured me. I lifted my hips and squirmed out of my pants, spreading my legs just as he gripped my waist and his cock slid inside me in one sharp thrust.
Crying out, I bit down on his shoulder as my body adjusted to his girth.
“I can’t hold back,” he gritted out, his teeth skimming along my neck. “Fuck, I need you.”
Adjustment forgotten, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he pulled out to the tip, then slammed home inside me.
Every inch of me felt full with his cock, his kisses, his hands on my body.
There was no escaping him, not even if I needed a breath of air.
He was everywhere, filling me to the point of suffocation.
And with every thrust of his cock, I felt that familiar build inside me, sending shivers through my body as I struggled to breathe.
“Tighten that pussy,” he grumbled. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
He didn’t have to say the words. I was already coming hard and fast, my legs shaking as he fucked me harder.
A loud, piercing ring filled my ears as he cried out, thrusting one last time inside me before collapsing on top of me. His large body crushed me into the mattress, but I was working so hard on not passing out that I didn’t pay attention to the additional weight.
That is, until it became a little too hard to breathe.
I tapped his shoulder repeatedly until he finally got the hint and rolled off me.
And then I laid there, panting and completely sated, my eyes drifting closed and desperately seeking a nap despite the fact that I had places to be and things to do.