39. Jagger
JAGGER
I worked at a window table while Cassie closed the shop. She’d given Drew the afternoon off, which was why we’d come into town after the incident at the Carlton airport.
Now Cassie bustled around the shop, cleaning the machines and restocking supplies while I tried to track the tail number of Baltic Meridian’s Gulfstream.
Hawk was in the back room, talking to Bram of all people, while Vigo wandered behind the counter, inspecting all the machinery in between shoving Oreos into his mouth.
Cassie had started keeping them at the shop for him, which was absurd in my opinion, like keeping a mischievous toddler’s favorite snack on hand in the hopes it would keep him out of trouble.
The scent of coffee hung in the air, an undercurrent of warm milk and vanilla that I’d started associating with Cassie’s bare skin. It was quiet, a cocoon of comfort, the streets of Blackwell Falls almost empty now that the autumn rush had ended.
I liked the town best when the tourists left, when the streets were empty except for the people I’d come to know.
“How’s it coming?” Cassie asked from across the room.
“Not great,” I said, leaning back to stretch. “Someone’s blocked the flight data.”
“They can do that?”
I nodded. “Most private aircraft owners do actually. I was just hoping Kaprolov hadn’t done it.”
Cassie put down the dish towel she’d been holding. “So what do we do now?”
“Not sure,” I said. “Still figuring that out.”
“Still figuring what out?” Hawk asked, returning to the room.
“Kaprolov has a privacy block on his plane,” I said. “We’ll have to find another way to figure out where it’s going next.”
Because that was the key. We knew the security team tailed Alina because of the text messages on the dead guy’s phone. Their communications were almost always about PrincessA: where she’d been, where she was going, whether or not she was “in trouble.”
And Alina would eventually be with her “papa.” The discreet pictures of her with an older man, always cropped out of the photo, age spots on his hand, a Patek Philippe Nautilus watch gleaming from his wrist.
I knew that watch, a $500,000 marvel, shockingly simple for its price tag, just a square navy face on a white gold band.
I’d never owned one myself, but I’d known a handful of men who had. It was unmistakable, and the older man in the photos with Alina always wore one.
Find the security team, find Alina, find Dimitri.
“What did my brother say?” Cassie asked.
I was surprised she’d let Hawk call Bram — surprised she hadn’t stood between them — but maybe Cassie was willing to give it some space, see if we could find our own way to some kind of peace.
“He said the police received a call from the airport about a security breach but since nothing was taken there was nothing the cops could do.”
I snorted. It always felt a little good to pull one over on the cops.
Cassie breathed a sigh of relief, and I didn’t mind saying, just watching her tits swell under her T-shirt was enough to make my dick hard. An adrenaline dump always made me horny and that had never been truer than after pulling a job — albeit a nonprofit — with Cassie.
Plus, the ring we’d given her for the ruse at the airport still winked on her finger and I had to admit it made me hot as fuck to think of Cassie as my real-life fiancée.
Or better yet, my actual wife.
She’d tried to give it back when we’d gone home to change, but we’d told her to hang on to it. I couldn’t speak for Hawk and Vigo, but on my part, it was a fuck ton of wishful thinking.
“You didn’t really think we were going to jail for that shit did you, mouse?” Vigo asked.
“I mean, you did vandalize the place,” Cassie told him.
“Bram took care of that.” Hawk looked at Vigo. “But he told me to tell you, and I quote, ‘not to get used to that shit.’”
“No problem,” Vigo said, peering under the counters. “I don’t need Bram to cover for me. I can pay a fucking vandalism fine with my pocket change.” He popped up holding a metal canister. “What’s this?”
“Whipped cream,” Cassie said. “Will you please stop messing with everything? You’re making me nervous.”
Vigo tipped his head back and the canister hissed as he squirted whipped cream into his mouth.
Cassie’s mouth hung open.
“What?” Vigo said, his mouth full of cream. “Tell me you’ve never done it when you’ve been alone in the shop.”
“I’ve… never done it when I’ve been alone in the store,” she said.
He took a step toward her, kissed her with tongue, then pulled back and took advantage of the fact that her mouth was half open by squirting whipped cream into her mouth.
She sputtered. “Oh my god, Vigo!”
She swallowed the whipped cream and licked the remnants off her lips, but instead of putting the canister down, Vigo advanced on her with a grin.
Cassie held up her hands. “Vigo… don’t… you… dare.”
I could tell she was trying to hold back her laughter.
Vigo ran toward her.
Cassie spun to escape out the other end of the counter, but Hawk stepped in front of it, blocking her way.
Now she was hemmed in by Vigo, still wielding the whipped cream canister at one end of the counter and Hawk at the other.
I leaned back in my chair, my dick even harder than it had been a few minutes earlier.
I sensed a good fuck coming.
Vigo grinned. “Why are you running, mouse? We just want to play.”
Cassie glanced over at me. “Are you going to let them do this? Here?”
I hesitated, then stood.
But instead of walking toward the counter, I walked toward the coffee shop door.
I turned the lock, spun the Open sign to Closed, and hit the lights.
The shop was plunged into darkness.
“Jagger!”
I laughed at the shock in her voice and headed toward the counter.
“Come on, mouse.” Vigo pointed the canister at her chest and whipped cream arced across the distance between them, landing on Cassie’s shirt. “Hmmm… close, but not quite right.”
Vigo launched himself at her.
She ran laughing in the other direction despite the fact that Hawk was blocking her way.
He caught her in his arms and lifted her off the ground.
She squealed, kicking her legs as he set her on the counter.
Vigo spread her thighs and stepped between them, then yanked down her T-shirt and bra to spray whipped cream on her tits.
She gasped in surprise, then moaned when Vigo bent his head to suck one of her nipples.
Now I was really hard. The sight of Cassie on the counter in the darkened room, thighs spread, Vigo sucking cream from her tits was enough to make me want a turn with the silver canister.
Vigo lifted his head.
“Help me get her pants off,” he told Hawk.
“We can’t…” Cassie said. “The windows…”
“It’s dark,” I said from the other side of the counter. “I can barely see you from here. No one can see from outside.”
Hawk stepped forward and tag-teamed Cassie’s jeans with Vigo, working the denim off her hips and pulling them off her legs, tossing them aside.
I hopped up on the counter to get a better view and swung my legs over the other side.
Now Cassie was just a couple feet away from me, her luscious tits still covered in cream, spilling out over the fabric of her crumpled T-shirt and bra.
I unzipped my jeans to relieve the pressure on my dick and sighed with relief.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vigo said, wedging himself between Cassie’s thighs. “I want to see this pussy when I eat it.”
He pressed the silver canister against Cassie’s cunt and she gasped in shock.
“Cold, huh?” Vigo grinned. “I’m surprised you don’t melt what’s inside with this sweet little cunt, mouse.”
He tucked the canister under one arm and hooked his hands behind her knees to pull her to the edge of the counter. Then he sprayed whipped cream right onto her pussy.
“Don’t bogart the whipped cream,” Hawk said.
“Don’t worry,” Vigo said. “There are a bunch of them in the fridge. Plenty to go around.”
He bent over and buried his face between Cassie’s thighs and Cassie let out a long, low moan.
She leaned back on the counter, bracing herself on her forearms, and watched as Vigo went at her pussy like a starving dog, lapping up the whipped cream while Cassie rocked her hips on his face.
When he’d cleaned her up he straightened and sprayed again.
The cream covered the pink folds of Cassie’s pussy.
“Come on, losers.” Vigo said. “Get in here. Have a taste.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Hawk took Vigo’s place and pushed Cassie’s thighs wider. “Let’s spread you open, get you ready for us.”
He stretched her pussy wide, bent his head, licked his way through the cream.
Cassie groaned. “Oh my god…”
He pushed his fingers inside her, then sucked on her clit.
Watching him bury his fingers inside her made me hot as fuck, and I shifted on the counter, already looking forward to my turn with the whipped cream.
“What are you…” Cassie rocked her hips against Hawk’s face, her gaze tracking Vigo as he ransacked the supplies behind the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing what else we have to play with, mouse.”
“You better get in here,” Hawk told me, lifting his head. Whipped cream covered his lips and jaw. “She’s ready to come.”
I hopped off the counter and took his place between Cassie’s thighs, pulled out my dick, then grabbed the canister from his hand.
“Open your mouth, mouse.”
She hesitated before obeying.
I sprayed the whipped cream in her mouth, then leaned over her body to lock my lips over hers.
My dick throbbed against her pussy as the whipped cream mingled in our mouths, the taste of my girl — our girl — mixing with the silky, cool vanilla in a sensual ambrosia that sent my lust into overdrive.
She moved her hips against my shaft, trying to get friction on her clit from the head of my dick while she met every sweep of my tongue with hungry strokes of her own.
“Try this,” Vigo said behind me.
I lifted my head and saw that he was holding a glass bottle, the label unreadable in the dim light. “What is it?”
“Lavender,” he said.
I took it from him and poured some of the syrup onto Cassie’s tits.
“That’s expensive!” she gasped.
“I’d dump a gallon of Cristal on your tits if it meant I got to lick it off.” I lapped at the syrup running over her milky flesh, catching it with my tongue in the crevice between her tits as it slid toward her stomach.
The syrup was bright and flowery, a contrast to the creamy vanilla that still lingered on her skin from the whipped cream, and I took the bottle and poured more between her thighs.
I stood back to watch it slide over the copper hair on her mound, then used my fingers to run it over her clit and through her petal-pink folds.
“Look at our girl’s sweet little clit,” I murmured to Hawk and Vigo. “It wants to be sucked.”
“That right mouse?” Vigo asked. “You want Jagger to suck your clit?”
“Yes,” she gasped as I rubbed circles onto her clit with the syrup.
“What our girl wants, our girl gets.” I bent my head to suck and she gasped, lifting her hips to meet my mouth.
She was delicious, the dessert of my dreams, and I drove my fingers inside her while I worked her clit with my mouth and tongue, following the cues of her body to know when to lap.
When to suck.
When to tease.
She rocked faster on my face, reaching for her orgasm, and I pushed a third finger inside her cunt.
I lapped hungrily at her clit, wanting to taste her on my tongue with the vanilla cream and lavender syrup.
Hawk and Vigo moved to either side of us.
“Fuck yes, mouse.” Vigo took one of her tits in his hand. “Come on Jagger’s face so we can fuck you.”
He bent his head to suck on her tit while Hawk teased her other one with his fingers, leaning over the counter to kiss her.
She shuddered under my mouth, her cries of release muffled by Hawk’s hungry kiss, Vigo sucking loudly on her tit.
The tunnel of her cunt clamped down on my fingers as I drove them through her, her pussy smashed against my face as I covered her clit with my tongue.
There was no place I would rather have been, and I lapped it all up, ravenous for her.
Ravenous for every part of her.
“Fucking delicious,” I said when she went limp, Hawk’s mouth still locked onto hers.
He broke their kiss, leaving her gasping, and I lifted her off the counter, her tits still spilling out of her shirt and bra, glistening with the remnants of syrup and cream.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her arms around my neck, and I dove into her moth with my tongue, tasting everything.
My dick throbbed, desperate for a taste of what my mouth had already sampled.
“What are we doing?” she asked as I carried her out from behind the counter.
“Jagger and I are going to fuck you at the same time, mouse.” Vigo followed behind me, Hawk on his heels. “Why do you think Hawk stretched you so wide for us?”
“Just doing my two brothers a favor,” Hawk said. “I’m itching to be inside her pretty little mouth.”
I lay Cassie down on one of the two long, wide tables near the back of the coffee shop. They were designed for more than four people, and I positioned Cassie sideways, so that her body was stretched across the narrowest portion of the table.
“This isn’t hygienic,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll take clean-up.”
I pushed her thighs open and ran my fingers through her folds, my gaze locked on her glistening pussy. I could see better over here, the street lamps outside filtering in soft golden light that illumined the petals of her sex, the engorged seed of her clit.
I pushed her thighs back to spread her out and my dick jumped at the glimpse of her dark cave, the rosebud of her asshole.
Vigo moved into position next to me, his dick already out, while Hawk stood across from us near Cassie’s face.
He teased his dick against Cassie’s lips, his eyes dark as he watched her tongue flick out to taste his swollen head.
“You were meant for this, Cass.” I ran my dick through her folds as Vigo did the same, jockeying for position, making sure every inch of Cassie’s needy little pussy was covered by the stroke of our dicks. “Now take us all.”