Only when that third one passed did he let up. He shifted to stand beside the bed, then hauled my jellylike body up and pushed me to the carpet in front of him.
Panting and eager, I sat up on my knees, feeling the thickness of the toy still lodged inside me as I opened my mouth and took Cass's thick, hot length.
He gave me a feral grin as he gripped my hair, shoving his dick deeper into my mouth.
"Fuck I missed you," he growled as he fucked my throat, making me gag with every second stroke. Then, right as his shaft started to swell, he clicked a button in his hand and the plug in my ass started vibrating violently.
I came again, moaning as Cass gripped my hair tight and filled my throat with his cum. Then I collapsed in a trembling, delirious heap on the floor.
33
Cass, it seemed, was determined to make up for lost time. He barely let me sleep all damn night, then around dawn I crashed like a ton of bricks. It was that sort of physically exhausted, totally satisfied sleep that gave me the best rest. No dreams, no nightmares, just sleep.
It was midafternoon by the time I dragged my ass out of bed and followed my grumbling stomach downstairs.
Lucas was at his favored study spot at the kitchen island, his books spread out around him, but this time he had company in the form of my bratty little sister. She had a faint shadow of a bruise on her cheekbone, but otherwise she seemed in great health for a two-day imprisonment.
Cass was at the coffee machine, yawning as he started pouring some liquid gold for both of us—I hoped. He had only gotten up ten minutes before me and looked wrecked.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Lucas grinned as he spotted me, holding out an arm to beckon me closer. I willingly stepped into his embrace and sighed into his kiss as he brought his lips to mine.
The fake gagging noise from my sister made me pull away a lot sooner than I'd have liked, though, and I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at her.
"Morning, Seph," I greeted in a cool tone. "I take it you've fully recovered from your ordeal if you're back to your usual charming self?"
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Whatever. It wasn't even that bad. They were never going to actually hurt me."
Lucas's grip on my waist tightened, and Cass glanced up from the coffee machine to meet my eyes. They knew, like I did, that the only reason she hadn’t been hurt was because I’d played Chase's fucked up game. She’d been leverage, nothing more.
Still, I didn't tell her all of that. I just gave a tight smile and kissed Lucas's shoulder before heading over to Cass and the coffee.
"Fuck yes," I moaned as he handed me one of the mugs. I inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed beans, and my mouth watered.
Cass just watched me with those intense, dark eyes, then pressed a hand to my lower back to kiss me. When he withdrew to sip his own coffee, my sister drew my focus once again with a small scoff.
Drawing a deep breath, I prayed for sanity and patience as I turned back around to face her. "Do you have something to say, Seph?"
She wrinkled her nose, like she was debating backing down, but the break away from me must have given her a new sense of bravery. She pursed her lips and tilted her chin up defiantly.
"Uh yeah," she sneered. "What are you, just, like, fucking multiple guys now? I thought you were in love with Lucas."
I resisted the urge to rub at the building headache between my eyes. "I am," I replied, and Lucas flashed me a grin. "But I'm also in love with Cass." I bumped the big, silent grump at my side, and he leaned back into me. "And Zed," I murmured after a small hesitation.
Seph's brows shot right up at that admission. "Zed too?"
I rolled my own eyes at her theatrics. "You just spent six weeks in Italy with your best friend and her three husbands. What is so hard to wrap your brain around here, Seph? Love isn't a finite commodity, so get the fuck over it and shove all that self-righteous bullshit back where it came from. Last I checked, you weren't exactly qualified or experienced enough to give any kind of opinion on the matter."
My tone was a lot harsher than I intended, but fuck me. She had barely been back a day, and she was already on my last damn nerve. Maybe due to the fact that she had all but ignored my role in saving her stupid ass. Maybe because she hadn't apologized for being a judgmental prick when she thought I'd killed Cass. Or maybe it was her vaguely flirtatious glances at my guys that was setting me off. Regardless, she just stared at me with wide eyes for a moment.
Then those pale blue eyes, a fucking carbon copy of my own, started welling up with tears.
My anger deflated in a rush of breath, and guilt washed over me. "Seph, I didn't—"
"No, you meant every word," she snapped, sliding off her stool and sniffing hard. "And you're right. I don't know what love is because you've never even let me go on an innocent fucking date, let alone have the kind of sex that you were having all damn night."
"Of course not," I barked back, "because your judgment fucking sucks! Look what happened with Paulo in Italy!"
Seph flinched at that, and I ground my teeth in frustration. I was usually so much calmer when dealing with her tantrums; I didn't know why I was losing my temper so badly now.
"Yeah, well," she replied, tears already running down her cheeks, "maybe if you hadn't controlled every damn aspect of my life, I'd have been able to make better judgment calls. Dad never would have suffocated me like you do. He'd have let me make my own choices, just like how he let you and Chase get engaged when you were like fifteen. You're nothing but a controlling egomaniac, Dare, and I'm sick of it."
With that cutting barb, she tore out of the kitchen, brushing past Zed in the doorway, and stomped her way upstairs. The dramatic sound of her wails echoed as she retreated until eventually the loft door slammed and all was quiet once more.
"Save it," I snapped, my glare meeting Zed's as his lips parted. "I know perfectly well what you're going to say, and I'm not in the fucking mood."
Anger radiated through his features and his fist clenched at his side, but I knew he wasn't angry at me. Not directly. He was furious at Seph for throwing such a caustic insult at me again, and he was mad as hell that I still refused to let him tell her the truth.
"She's pushing it too far, Dare," he growled.
Cass huffed a sound beside me, his thick, tattoo-covered arm warm against mine. "Agreed. That was too far. She was nothing but fucking painful the whole way home, too."
I shook my head. "She's just being a normal eighteen-year-old drama queen." I swallowed hard and met Lucas's sympathetic gaze. "A normal, spoiled, sheltered eighteen-year-old. And normal is all I've ever wanted for her. Just let it go; they're only words."
Zed was still seething but nodded tightly, nonetheless. "Yes, Boss."
Clearing my throat, I raised my coffee back to my lips with a slight tremble in my hand. "Did you just come from Anarchy? How are preparations looking for tonight's event?"
He held my gaze a moment longer, then scrubbed a hand over his face and continued into the room, taking the stool beside Lucas that Seph had just abandoned. "Yeah, all smooth. I just had a gap of time and thought I'd come home and check in with everyone. I'm guessing you haven't had time to debrief with Grumpy Cat yet?"