Fuck. Me.
He stared at me blankly, then turned away. “Shower,” he grunted, striding into his room and closing the door firmly behind him.
“You want a bucket of ice to cool off?” Weston smirked at me.
“What?”
“I think we all noticed the way you were looking at my brother like he was your last meal.”
“No, I wasn’t,” I said weakly. Just because the asshole was the hottest man I’d ever seen, didn’t change the fact I disliked him intensely. Then, because I had no pride: “Why was he all like that?”
“If by ‘that’ you mean a sweaty mess that badly needed a shower, he’s been in the basement. In our gym.” Cassius stepped forwards, swinging me up into a hug and planting a huge kiss on my cheek. He released me and did the same with Kinslee, grinning at her exaggerated squeal and spinning around with her in his arms.
“Have I mentioned how much I love being your friend?” Kinslee smiled and winked at me as Cassius put her down.
“Ha ha. You’re welcome.” I headed towards the guest room, assuming that was where I would be sleeping. No one stopped me or mentioned otherwise, so I opened the door and threw my bag onto the bed. The file was safely tucked away amongst my clothes, and I knew it would be safe here. I closed the door behind me and followed everyone down the stairs, into the kitchen.
“So, how many are you expecting tonight?” I directed my question to Weston, as Cassius and Zayde got beers out of the fridge and, after popping the tops, slid two across the large island towards me and Kinslee.
“Not many. We’re keeping this one small. Intimate.”
“Intimate, hmmm?” Kinslee purred, raking her eyes over him and licking her lips.
“Did you bring a bikini, Kins?” His voice dropped an octave.
“Maybe. Why?”
“Wanna go in the hot tub?”
“Mmm, yes. I’ll be right back.” She slipped off her stool, beer in hand, and headed off towards the stairs.
“West, don’t go fucking with her,” I warned.
“I’m not going to be fucking with her, I’m going to be fucking her.” He smirked at me.
“Right. I gathered that.”
“Don’t worry, sis. We both know it’s just a bit of fun.”
“Okay. Just making sure.”
He walked around the island to me and pulled me into his arms, dropping a kiss on my head, and I hugged him back. “I wish Cade was more like you,” I mumbled into his bare chest.
“No, you don’t. You and me—we’re brother and sister. You and Cade—you’re…fire. A blazing inferno, burning everything in your path.”
I drew back to look at him, raising a brow. “Uh. I’m not really sure what to say to that. It was quite poetic, actually, especially coming from you. And not true.”
“Isn’t it?” He held my gaze.
I had to look away. Grabbing my bottle, I took a large swig. The doorbell rang, saving me from any more awkward conversation, and Zayde disappeared, presumably to let whoever it was into the house. Kinslee returned to the kitchen, and both Cassius and Weston drooled at her tiny blue bikini that showcased her curves perfectly.
“Kinslee, babe. You look good enough to eat. You want me to join you in the tub?” Cassius trailed a hand down her arm, and she shivered, looking torn, her eyes flicking between him and Weston.
“Cass. Come with me?” I questioned to save her the decision, and she gave me a quick smile, slipping her arm into Weston’s and heading out of the sliding doors to the hot tub that was on the back deck.
Cassius followed me into the lounge area with the huge TV screen, where Zayde had made himself comfortable in his reclining chair, a T-shirt now covering his torso, blunt in hand, and a girl perched on him, kissing his neck while he glanced over at us, expressionless.
There were another three girls standing around in front of the fireplace, chatting and giggling, flicking their hair and stealing glances at Cassius and the other guys in the room, who I vaguely recognised from seeing them around campus but not spoken to.
As Cassius led me to the sofa and pulled me down next to him, I saw Caiden enter the room. He glanced at me and immediately dismissed me as if I wasn’t worthy of his attention and moved to the fireplace where the three girls stood. One of them, an absolutely gorgeous brunette with poker-straight hair down to her waist, huge pouty lips, and a tiny dress, threw her arms around him. She ran her hands up and down the bare skin of his back, because of course he hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and he hugged her back, glaring at me over her shoulder.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Cass leaned closer and murmured in my ear, his gaze following mine. “Watch what he does, and be ready to act.” He lit a blunt and passed it to me, keeping his eyes on Caiden and the girl.
“Who is that?” I asked in a low tone, inhaling, then passing the blunt back.
“Jessa. She’s alright. Maybe not to you.” We both watched as Caiden spun her around to face us, sliding his arms around her waist, and she gave me a triumphant smile.
“She sucks cock like a fucking porn star.” Cassius continued to twist the knife, and a mixture of blinding rage, hatred, and jealously filled me as Caiden leaned down to kiss her neck, and she turned her head, running her hand up the side of his face and kissing him. He kissed her back, moving his hands up to stroke the underside of her barely covered tits.
“Fuck him,” I seethed, downing the rest of my beer and slamming the bottle down on the table in front of us.
“That’s the spirit, babe. Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine, yeah?”
“Yes.”
Cassius took one last drag of the blunt and carefully placed it in the ashtray, then pulled me onto his lap, his arms coming around my waist. “Tell me if you want me to stop, at any point, okay?”
I nodded and closed my eyes as he trailed his lips down my neck, his mouth hot against my skin. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t Caiden’s,” he murmured, kissing the top of my shoulder.
“I’m not Caiden’s.”
“You are,” he sighed. “But since he’s in denial and playing dirty, I get to play with you.” He ran his hands over my bare thighs in slow, caressing strokes, then reached forwards to grab his beer, gulping down the rest.
My unwilling attention was drawn back to Caiden. His eyes were almost black, furious, as he stared at us, palming Jessa’s tits as she ground her ass into him. I gasped, and Cassius grabbed me around the waist, spinning me around so I was straddling him, our faces close together. He pressed his soft lips against mine, and I kissed him back, winding my arms around his neck.
His lips felt wrong. I kissed him harder, trying to feel something. He was an amazing kisser, but there was no passion, no spark, no fire.
Without any warning I was suddenly yanked off him and half dragged, half carried out of the room.
“What the fuck! Let go of me, right now, you asshole!” I screamed in Caiden’s face, flailing against him. He ignored me and dragged me up the stairs onto the landing, where he let go of me and I stumbled, falling forwards and catching myself on the wall.
I spun myself around to face him, raging, my hand swinging out to slap him.