Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Koa (Koa)
There was a time when I was hesitant about adding a woman or any other person into our relationship. But seeing her sprawled beneath Ripley on our staircase, mouthing off with Parker, and looking at how Maddox holds me with nothing but warmth in her eyes, I know this is where she's meant to be.
Cassie is the perfect woman to be pushed and teased within an inch of her sanity on a random Tuesday morning at the bottom of a staircase. We're going to make her feel so fucking good. Next time she wants to listen to our conversation, she will do so while sitting on one of our cocks.
Maddox squeezes my hip, then walks us forward so we're just on the other side of the wooden bars. Taking the opportunity, I lean over the railing and brush her fiery red hair behind her ears.
The slight stutter in her breathing is noticeable by the hiccup in her chest. A primal part of me that only comes out when she's around roars to life as she leans into my touch.
Glancing over, I fight not to laugh at Ripley's obvious struggle to hold himself back. Then she does the one thing that sends my heart nose-diving into the abyss for her. She says my name with a touch of hesitancy and shaky trust.
"Koa..."
Ripley freezes. I can feel Mads tense against me, and even Parker across the hallway goes on high alert. She didn't ask them, though. She's asking me without words if she's okay.
"You have your safe word, and nobody here will stop you from punching us in the throat or the balls if you need to.
But so help me baby, I won't ever let it get to that point.
So," I whisper, trailing my thumb along her bottom lip.
"What would you like to do? It will always be your call, no matter how deep we are into making you cry out our names with so much passion the entire compound will hear you. "
Long lashes tickle her cheeks with each slow blink, but not once does she pull her eyes away from mine. She's studying me, reading my sincerity like I'm her lifeline as four dominant men hover around her, each wanting to make her scream.
Soon she will learn that the only cries of Cassie we will allow will be full of pleasure. Sadness and despair won't have a place in her life anymore. If it's just me ensuring it for now, I'll do my damnedest.
My dick throbs in my jeans, and when her attention snaps to Maddox, I stop breathing. The easy way she looked at me shifts into something a bit more intense and unreadable with him.
I want to say she seems reserved, but I remind myself their dynamic is unique to them. I think I've found myself as her emotional protector here, and I'm about to witness firsthand what he is for her.
"Punish me, Maddy."
Oh fuck.
"But," she adds and fucking grins. I swear we all suck in a breath at the unhinged look. "You can't touch."
"For now," Mads growls, dropping his elbows on the wood beside me. "But make no mistake, Cassie, you'll be mine soon enough."
Her small gasp is mostly inaudible, but the flare of hope mixed with hurt is obvious in her expression.
When she shutters it, I can hear Maddox grind his teeth together in dismay.
Well, he's going to need to figure out how to fix all the pain he's caused her with his choices.
Facing it head-on like this is the best way for him to understand. I don't feel bad.
The silence stretches between us until I'm starting to second-guess whether this is a good idea or not. Glancing to my left, I catch the moment Maddox decides something.
"Ripley," he states, voice thick and commanding.
Rip grunts, not needing to hear anything else before he starts peeling Cassie's spandex shorts down her thighs. As he drags the fabric closer to her feet and exposes her glistening pussy lips, she whispers my name, drawing my focus away from her cunt.
"You're doing so well, baby," I murmur, knowing without Maddox's commands what my part will be in this. Keep her comfortable and certain. Root her to the present so she can find out how good we can all be together.
The floorboards creak somewhere behind me, a reminder of how difficult Parker is. I'm prepared to ignore him now and fight him later until Cassie flinches when she looks over my shoulder.
I follow her gaze and find Parker a few feet away from us, a glare on his face and his fists clenched like he needs to punch something.
"What do you have to say?" I shoot at him. The fake malice on his face when he opens his mouth has me cutting him off. "Careful."
Parker looks from one man to the next, finally settling on the woman we're about to love on. To my surprise, instead of stomping out of the house, he prowls closer and stares down at Cassie.
Moving around Ripley, he climbs a few stairs and sits beside her with his back leaning against the wall. "Are you so willing to have an orgasm that you'll ignore what we truly are?"
Maddox and Ripley rumble warning sounds that the other two ignore. His words are far too close to being disrespectful, but I trust Cassie to handle it herself.
With her elbows on the stairs behind her, and her legs spread wide, she glares at Parker. "And who are you, Spider? Aside from the man who loves and admires his parents so much that you'll stop talking about them just so you don't have to share them?"
That...is a surprise. How many times has he talked about them?
Does she know about their relationship with Ripley's uncle before he died? What about what happened to Mom in her twenties? Mom and Dad are Parker’s parents’ road names, but it’s different when I say it.
Does Cassie know I'm kind of like Parker's adopted brother? Would that turn her off us?
We're not actually siblings. I was just some teenager living on the streets when Mom and Dad took me in and gave me shelter. Everyone on the compound calls them Mom and Dad too, so it's not weird. Would she think it's weird?
"Cassandra—"
"You're infuriating, you know that?" she snaps, cutting Parker off.
With a frustrated huff, she dismisses him.
"And a buzzkill. Ripley, please eat my pussy and tell me about all the bad shit you've done, later.
I'd love to hear the story about how you got your road name, and I can guess, but could you please start by ripping an orgasm out of me? "
Cassidy out of patience is a version of her I can definitely get on board with, holy damn. Jesus, please don't let me laugh at a time like this.
"Yes, ma'am," Ripley rumbles and drops to his knees between her legs like a man ready to worship at her feet for all eternity. There's no hesitation, no request for something in return, just pure need to make her feel good.
This is really no punishment considering I'm almost positive she gets off on people watching her sink into pleasure.
It doesn't need to be a punishment anyway.
This is meant to be a step in the right direction.
To show her we're all in this together. Even though I'm pissed at Parker for how he's treating her, I'm so fucking glad he's still sitting there, watching her cleavage heave up and down.
"Your tits are about to spill out of your fucking shirt," Parker growls and basically presses himself against the wall like he needs to be far away from her temptation. "Were you really going to leave the house like this today?"
"Fuck...you," she breathes at the same time Ripley sucks her clit into his mouth. Her creamy thighs stay wide, accommodating his large shoulders. She even dips one hand into Ripley's hair to ride his face. "Yessss, right there."
"So fucking sexy," I say, leveling out the rude comment from Parker.
The fucker just continues on as if now is the exact right time to piss her off. "I bet you like your nipples sucked on, huh? They're greedy like the rest of you. I can see them through your shirt. Just like every other fucker out there would have."
What's his game? I would like to enjoy the show and maybe have a little playtime of my own, but he's killing the fucking vibe.
"Parker," Maddox warns, standing a bit taller.
Good, so I'm not the only one ready to haul him away from her if she shows any signs of distress.
I'm thankful for Ripley's ability to ignore it and continue sliding his thick tongue into her pussy.
I know for a fact he won't forget it. He'll have Parker shoved against the wall as soon as he's done feasting on our woman.
Cassie's head tips back on a whimper as her body twitches and shudders. "More," she pleads, eyes fluttering shut for half a beat.
Unable to help myself any longer, I reach through the bars and caress the swell of her cleavage. Stunning. The moment I pull her tank top down to release her left tit, Ripley comes up for a breath of air.
I've never seen something so obscenely enticing as the way Cassie's juices drip from his fucking chin. Drunk on her, Ripley licks his lips, gathers some of her wetness, and fucks three fingers into her pussy.
I'm at a loss for words, but Parker isn't. "Fucking hell." He chuckles. "You've drenched him, and he's barely touched you. You really are a dirty—"
"Parker!" Maddox snarls, readying to drag him away from Cassidy.
I don't know what's happening, but Cassie's not crying or glaring. Ripley bends down and presses the flat of his tongue against her clit, moving deliberately to bring her to climax. Taking their cue, I pinch her rosy pink nipple and twist, testing her pain tolerance.
"MORE!" she screams, back bowing, body tensing. It's not Ripley or me she's begging, though. Her free hand snatches the front of Parker's tank top and drags him close.
"Beg for it," Parker says with quiet control.
Red hair fanned out around her, Cassie trembles and whimpers. "Please, Parker. Please!"
I lock eyes with Maddox. Feeling slightly relieved that he's also a bit hesitant about this turn of events, neither of us move to stop it. Cassie's asking Parker for more.
The fucker hasn't touched her once, yet he has her undivided attention even while Ripley eats her out like a goddamn pro. "Come for me, my kinky slut," he snarls, then fucking punctuates his statement by spanking the side of her asscheek and thigh.
"FUUUUUCK YES!" Cassie screams, body undulating with a wave of pleasure, dislodging my hand from her chest. She's a damn masterpiece with her mouth open, releasing gasps and moans.
I can't help but study Parker as she comes down from her climax. What I see in his expression makes me a bit more confident about his intentions here, but I don't love the small frown on his face. Then he proves me wrong, and I don't care how he's feeling.
"I'll grab you a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt before you head to the garage," he grumbles and goes to stand.
Cassie grabs his wrist with perfect accuracy, even with her eyes closed. "You do that, and I will hide every hair gel bottle in this house."
Maddox elbows me in the side just as I'm about to crack up. I seriously love them together.
"You're going to the garage?" Mads interjects.
Without ending his glare at Cassie, Parker's the one to answer. "Ticket told me he's going to show her the ropes. But not dressed like this."
"You can't tell me what to wear. And why does it matter? I'm not working on any bikes today. Plus I won't be leaving for a few hours yet." Still sleepy and relaxed, she gives Ripley the perfect pillow for his head on her thigh.
"Nobody should get to see you like this," Parker snarls and wraps his hand around her wrist, which still holds him in place.
Cassie sighs. "Why?"
"Because!"
That actually makes me snort, and I have to take a step back. Parker looks ready to go to war for her after locking her in a room, and I'm pretty sure I've never seen Ripley so content before.
"Nice comeback," she mutters, sitting up.
Righting her top and releasing him, she runs her hands through Ripley's long hair with so much care I feel a hint of envy. I want her to pet me too.
"Cassidy, I'm serious. All the men will stare if we're not there, or unless you get dressed." Parker's losing his cool, and it seems Cassie has all the patience in the world.
"Well," she hums and folds herself over to kiss Ripley's head. "Sounds like you're going to have to come with me. I'm your kinky slut, remember?"
With that, she nudges her stalker up and out of her way before swiping her shorts off the ground. "See you in a few hours, Parker."
Fuck, I hope he accepts her challenge.