Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Cassidy
S hocked by his own sudden burst of temper, Cassidy eyed Jupiter like one would a rattlesnake. With caution.
“You got the hots for Trey.” The way Jupiter said it didn’t come out as a question, more an observation.
Cassidy watched Trey’s back as he walked to the wine cooler, unsure if he should respond. “We fuck, that’s all.”
It was crude, but Cassidy felt out of sorts and was thrown off by his urge to warn Jupiter off. The Starling brother’s PAs had plenty to say about Jupiter and his sexual exploits. The man had a reputation and a smile the devil himself would want.
“Is that so?” Jupiter sounded intrigued and there was a glint in his eyes as he stared at Cassidy. “Want to put that theory to the test?”
“What do you mean?” Cassidy asked, interested despite himself, when Jupiter gave him a kind of knowing smile that made no sense.
He didn’t answer immediately as Trey returned with a glass of water and an open bottle of red wine. “Want me to leave the bottle here?” Trey asked, placing Cassidy’s glass in front of him.
“Perfect, and I’ll have two glasses, or will that be three? The offer still stands if you care to join us?”
The smile he gave Trey set Cassidy’s teeth on edge. He wasn’t the jealous type. He knew he wasn’t bad looking, that in the right light he could look pretty good, but Jupiter was on a whole other level.
Had the man set his sights on Trey?
The PAs spoke about Jupiter being dominant, so he couldn’t see how Trey would interest Jupiter, but maybe a trip…
“No! Sorry, we’re busy, but enjoy it.”
How Trey sounded brought Cassidy from his thoughts and he stared at Trey in shock, working on figuring out why he would be rude to Jupiter. It just wasn’t in Trey’s nature, even when pissed he was always polite.
Jupiter offered over a fifty-dollar bill and Trey snatched it and walked off, casting a look at Cassidy that came over as worry. But why, Cassidy had no clue, or none that made any sense.
After Trey returned with Jupiter’s change and left to serve the next customer, Jupiter poured himself a glass of wine from the open bottle. He took a sip, and a groan of appreciation followed. “Would you like a glass? It’s good.”
Cassidy didn’t drink, he came to Trey’s bar for two things, Trey and dancing. “Nah, but thanks.”
Jupiter took another sip and looked to savor it. “Your loss.”
“’Bout what you were sayin’ earlier. What were you gettin’ at?” Although Jupiter appeared a bit of a jerk, Cassidy had good instincts and so did his chicks. When Jupiter had wandered around the ranch and found Cassidy working, Jupiter had come in and gotten a true introduction to Darling Ranch from Cassidy’s girls. They had loved on him, even Lynda hadn’t been averse to getting acquainted.
After another sip, Jupiter eyed Cassidy with a serious look. “I like you?—”
Cassidy held up his hand. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”
Jupiter chuckled, not looking in the least bit put out at how blunt Cassidy was. “Not in that way. But Trey does.”
Fascinated despite himself, Cassidy came closer, keeping his voice down. “How do you know that? Like I said, we’ve been fuckin’ for two years, and he’s given me no sign it’s more than just sex.”
Until the last time.
Did that count?
Jupiter raised one plucked brow. “None? I doubt that very much. The man can’t take his eyes off you. And if he continues to look at me the way he is, I’m sure I’ll end up in a smoldering pile of ash.”
Cassidy’s heart bounced in his ribcage while he tried to resist the urge to turn and see what Jupiter was getting at. Only his piqued interest got the better of him, and he looked out the corner of his eye to see what—if anything—Jupiter was getting at.
Possessive?
Was that what he could see? A look Cassidy had seen in the bathroom mirror when Trey fucked him against the washbasin.
Was Jupiter right? Did Trey have feelings for him beyond the sexual chemistry they shared? His breath caught in his chest at the hope that came before he could squash it back into the place he kept it hidden.
He shook his head. “I think you got it wrong.”
“Shall we see?”
“How do you think you’re gonna do that? ‘Cause you ain’t touchin’ me, just to be clear.”
Jupiter placed his glass down next to Cassidy’s untouched water as Kesha’s song, Take It Off, played on the jukebox. He slid off his stool and offered his hand. “Wanna dance, cowboy?”
The dance floor quickly filled with cowboys, the song a popular one to dance to and entice someone to take off their shirt in time to the lyrics. Which could be fun.
Although he loved to dance, he’d avoided this particular song because the only person he wanted looking at him shirtless was on the other side of the bar.
Pulse hammering in his ears, Cassidy took Jupiter’s hand, feeling more than a little out of his depth, and threaded through the crowd, feeling the weight of Trey’s gaze on him. It didn’t help with the nerves in the pit of his belly when he danced to the beat of the music.
His shoulders moving, he let go of Jupiter’s hand and started following the steps of the guys lined up on the floor, moving in time.
A fluid dancer, Cassidy lost himself in the music, singing along. “There's a place I know if you're lookin' for a show, where they go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor.” When Cassidy looked through the crowd and snagged Trey’s gaze, he sang to him, “and they turn me on when they take it off. When they take it off, everybody take it off.”
He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and ripped it off over his head to the chorus of right now (take it off), right now (take it off), right now (take it off), oh-oh-ooh-oh .
Jupiter was there dancing with Wilder and Ziggy, two of the PAs, but his shirt remained in place whereas Wilder was topless, and Ziggy’s shirt was open and flapping about his tattooed body as he danced and spun in time to the music.
Cassidy grinned, enticed, when Jupiter spun around him, blocking his view. Jupiter gave him a broad wink and then moved behind him, hands taking hold of his hips and, though they weren’t ass to groin, anyone looking from the front would think they were.
He didn’t have a chance to protest when Trey vaulted the bar into the crowd in a move that left Cassidy dry mouthed and unbelievably turned on. His brain playing catch up, Cassidy found himself marched through the crowd, off the dance floor, out of the bar and up the stairs leading to Trey’s apartment.
If he wasn’t so shocked, he would have done a damn happy dance at Jupiter’s intuitive instincts.
“W-what… what’s wrong?” he finally managed to eek out past his growing excitement and arousal.
Trey spun around, kicked the door shut and then spun back, his eyes flashing danger in a way that made Cassidy take a step back, wanting to test the wolf.
Trey’s steady fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and undid them as he stepped closer to Cassidy.
“What’s wrong?” Trey rasped in a gravelly voice, his head tilting to the side a fraction, his eyes narrowed on Cassidy, making him swallow hard. “No one gets to touch you but me.”
From the way Trey said it in that possessive tone, Cassidy was ready to bust a nut, and Trey hadn’t even touched him yet.
The atmosphere in the apartment buzzed with sexual tension and, though they had great chemistry together, it had never felt like this.
“Who do you belong to?”
Cassidy eyed Trey and did something that went against his very nature. He lied. “No one.”
Emerald eyes glittered as they narrowed further. “Is that so?” Cassidy shivered at the dark intensity, his cock painfully hard. “Then why is your slick dripping out of your ass, begging for me to fuck you?”
The shirt landed on the floor and Trey toed off his cowboy boots, not taking his gaze off Cassidy as his hands went to his belt buckle. Leather slapped against leather as he whipped it out and flung it to the floor. “Come here.”
“No.” Cassidy baited the wolf, riding the wave of euphoria and power that came from the knowledge that Trey was acting like this because of him .
Before he could register what Trey would do next, Cassidy found himself pinned to a wall, arms restrained above his head, Trey’s mouth on his, devouring him.
Wet, hot and all tongue and teeth, Trey ate him like a starving wolf. Cassidy groaned in delight at the feeling of power growing with each greedy kiss exchanged. He had no recollection of how they ended up naked or with him pinned to the wall on Trey’s cock, his legs wrapped around his slim hips, ankles hooked. Facing him was a novelty and Cassidy reveled in the feeling. Arms free, he cupped Trey’s bristly cheeks and held him to kiss him with all the feelings that were swamping him. When Trey’s knot started to stretch him, Cassidy whimpered and mewled into Trey’s mouth as he came in furious bursts over the wolf’s stomach.
“That’s it, mark me as yours,” Trey demanded, wrenching his mouth free, gusty breaths hitting Cassidy’s face.
Their gazes locked and Cassidy’s teeth ached at the demand. He came forward, tilting Trey’s head back, and struck his jugular in the throes of his release. Blood filled his mouth, and he swallowed hungrily, his world narrowing to just one thing: his wolf.
Heat filled his ass as Trey came in great shudders, the knot expanded fully, forcing yet more cum out of Cassidy’s aching balls. “Mine,” he rasped when he released Trey, swiping blood from his lips.
The wolf’s eyes were there, looking at him, when fangs appeared. Cassidy’s heart hammered as he lifted his head back to expose his throat in submission. “Bite me,” he commanded throatily.
“Are you sure?”
Cassidy cupped the back of Trey’s head and dragged him closer, understanding once more that he held the power. “Yes. I was sure the day I agreed to let you take my virginity and nothing has changed,” he confessed, watching Trey’s shock turn to hot, potent possessiveness.
“I was your first?”
“You are my only,” Cassidy whispered shyly.
“Oh, fuck!”
Teeth struck his throat and Cassidy groaned in rapture, his vision flicking in and out before everything snapped into a new clarity. A clarity that Trey was his, and nothing could change that.
A sob rose, then another. Overcome with emotions, Cassidy clung to his mate, feeling his tongue lick over his claim bite. “Mine,” he sobbed, “you’re mine.”
Joined as they were, they weren’t moving, but Trey cuddled him close and kissed his tear-stained cheeks. “We are, my little chick.” He rested his forehead against Cassidy’s sweaty one. “We are—eternal.