“Take it however you want,” he said dismissively and started tracing tiny patterns across my stomach with his fingers. I shivered at his touch.
“Anyway, back to business,” Cassius instructed, spreading out a printed map on the table in front of us, with several highlighted squares, and ran his finger across it. “Alstone Holdings offices.” His finger trailed lazily across the paper to a square marked on the coastline. “Then the docks, where some of the construction shipments come in. They’re only small.”
He tapped an area marked out on the map, almost directly between Alstone itself and the next town marked on the map, which happened to be Highnam, where Cade and I had been earlier.
“That’s the warehouses, where most of Alstone Holdings’ construction materials are stored, before they get taken around the country.”
His finger moved to the last marked area. “Final place of interest, and the hardest one to gain entry to.”
“AMC,” Weston told me.
“What? Like the TV channel?” I stared at him.
“Obviously not.” He rolled his eyes. “Alstone Members Club. Aka the boys’ club. No girls allowed.”
“I see.” Visions of rich, misogynistic men smoking cigars and dressed in suits popped into my head. Probably not far from the truth, I’d bet.
“We’re not allowed to officially join until we’re twenty-one,” Cassius said. “But we’ve started working on our dads to try and gain early entry. With my charm, I’m confident I can make it happen.”
“If you say so.” I leaned forwards, as much as I could with Caiden’s arms still wrapped around me, shuffling on his lap to try and find a more comfortable position. “So, what happened?”
Caiden tugged me back and I fell against him. “Stop wriggling,” he hissed in my ear. “You’re making my dick hard.”
“Oh. Shit. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Save it for later, though, when I can do something about it, yeah?”
“Uh, yeah. Okay,” I mumbled, flustered. Now he’d mentioned it, I could feel him pressing into me. I squeezed my legs together, suddenly needy and aching for him, and he groaned into my hair.
“Snowflake.”
Weston turned to me, thankfully either oblivious or choosing to ignore what was going on right in front of him, and I forced myself to stay as still as possible and concentrate on what he was saying. “We split up and covered all the marked areas. Z took the docks and warehouse; me and Cass took AMC plus a quick drive by of the offices.”
“Did you find anything?” Caiden and I both listened intently as the boys took it in turns to describe everything. As it turned out, they hadn’t discovered much. Security at all four locations was high, despite it being a Sunday. It was understandable for the docks and warehouses, since there was always the threat of theft of valuable construction materials. The offices were closed, and there was no way to get in without being security cleared. As for AMC…no chance. Not unless you were a member. Cassius and Weston had even prowled the alleys to try and find a back way in but came up empty-handed.
“We’re not giving up, though,” Caiden reassured me. He moved me off his lap and leaned forwards to grab a blunt from the ashtray in front of him, lighting it and inhaling deeply. He passed it to me, and I took a long drag, relaxing into the sofa.
“I’m gonna run those photos through the software now,” Weston announced. “If I have no luck I’ll have to get in touch with my contact, but that could mean it takes a few days. I’m also waiting on another contact who’s going to hook us up with some amazing tech. Once that’s here, I’ll get everyone together to go through it.” He picked up his phone. “In the meantime, I need everyone to use the app I installed on your phones. It means we can track each other with GPS through a secure connection that only the five of us can access. Can’t be too careful.”
“And I’ll pay a visit to my parents today, work more on getting Dad onside for getting into the club early,” Cassius promised.
Zayde looked at me. “I’m going to meet with an old friend.”
“Are you going to elaborate on that?” I raised a brow.
“He knows people. Shady people.”
“Right.”
Cassius spoke up. “Everyone clear on what’s happening?” No one spoke. “Good. Think we’re done here. I’m off to my parents’, then.” He stood and headed out of the room, Zayde following. I heard the front door slam shut behind them, and I was left with Caiden and Weston.
“I’ll be in the computer room if you need me,” Weston announced, getting to his feet and stretching. He padded out. Just me and Caiden left.
I suddenly felt awkward, remembering Caiden’s earlier comment to Cassius about having plans later today. He was probably waiting for me to leave. “Um… I’m…going to take my bag upstairs and change into something else.”
Practically running out of the lounge, I made my way up the stairs towards the guest room, stopping to grab my bag, which I’d left in the hallway.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I turned in the doorway of the guest room at Caiden’s voice.
“I thought you said this morning you had other plans for later.”
He took a step closer. “Yeah. I do. Your mouth, and my dick, Snowflake.”
“Caiden!” My cheeks heated.
He smirked at me, his usually stormy eyes gleaming with amusement. “I seem to remember you saying yesterday, and I quote, ‘I really want to suck your cock.’”
Oh, yeah. I did say that.
“And you owe me. Big time.”
“For what?”
“Earlier. The hotel.” He flashed me a savage grin, and I gulped, suddenly nervous.
“Uh…”
He took another step towards me. Then another.
Then he lunged for me. I squealed and darted into the room, dropping my bag and slamming the door in his face.
He kicked the door open with a loud crash and prowled towards me with intent, and I raced around the bed.
“Why are you running from me?” His voice was curious, his lips tipped up at the corners.
Fuck, he was sexy.
“Because it’s fun?” I shrugged, a smile curving over my own lips.
“You can’t escape, you know.”
He vaulted onto the bed and over the other side, scooping me up in his arms. I put up a token struggle, but I couldn’t really resist him.
I clasped my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the guest room and into his bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. He laid me on the bed, and I kept hold of his neck, trying to tug him down with me.
“Oh, you want me now, do you?” he drawled.
I responded by wrapping my legs around his hips to drag him down on top of me. “Less talking, more sex, please.”
He was totally on board with that plan.
TWENTY-FIVE
I woke to an empty bed. Padding into the guest room, I stood under the shower until I felt human again, letting the hot water soothe my sore, aching muscles. Not that I could soothe the ache between my legs. I shivered. The things I’d done with Caiden yesterday. His tongue…his fingers…oh, and his dick…