Page 28 of Third Wheel

Zach’s voice, muffled though it was, followed by Kincaid’s low, guttural groan, was all she needed to tip herself over the edge.

She rubbed her slippery clit harder, her arm muscles aching, but it didn’t matter because the spirals of pleasure that soared through her were far more powerful.

“Oh, fuck…” She whispered the words, all too cognizant of how thin the walls were, but she couldn’t help but makesomenoise. “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”

The wet slickness of her pussy was hot against her fingers as she finally went limp, panting for breath and staring up at the ceiling. Her body felt hot, not just from the orgasm but from embarrassment.

She really hoped they hadn’t heard her—the way she’d heard them—because it wasreallyquiet over in their room right now. They were probably cuddling or something. Hopefully, they weren’t quiet just because they’d heardher. She was pretty sure she’d been quiet enough that they wouldn’t have.

Please let me have been quiet enough.

Still lying on her back, staring up at the textured paint on the ceiling, she let out a long sigh.

It was very clear to her that she was going to need to try to find a place of her own sooner rather than later. Not because Zach and Kincaid weren’t accommodating—they were,and they’d said she could stay as long as she liked—but now that she was here, she knew it couldn’t last long.

Her feelings for Zach had always been something she’d denied. They only saw each other at the club, after all, and they both had partners… but now she was single and apparently incredibly pathetic, not to mention rebounding hard. She needed to find a proper rebound, not someone whose friendship she didn’t want to lose.

And she needed to get out of this house before she did something really stupid—like throw herself at two men who didn’t want her.

11

Kincaid

Escorting Cassidy into the main office of Black Fox Security, Kincaid smiled down at her reassuringly. The pretty sub’s long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, so he could clearly see the anxious expression on her face. She was paler than he liked to see, though the relief in her hazel eyes was evident as her shoulders slowly relaxed.

He wasn’t sure whether it was being inside or the large sign above the receptionist’s head that said “Black Fox Security” that she found reassuring, but he’d take it. The whole ride up, she’d been quiet and anxious, and there hadn’t been anything he could do about it.

“Hello,” the receptionist chirped. She hadn’t been here the last time he’d been up—a woman named Mrs. Dartmouth had been, and she’d been cheerfully on her way to retirement. Apparently, that day had passed. The new receptionist was young, maybe even just out of college, but professionally dressed in a navy-blue suitdress that set off her mahogany skin and dark eyes. The shape of her eyes and cheeks hinted at Asian heritagemixed with Black, and her shoulder-length hair was perfectly straight and shiny. “How can I help you?”

“Kincaid Cavill. I’m bringing in Cassidy Simone to meet Lincoln.” He smiled at the receptionist as she brightened with recognition when he introduced himself.

She hopped to her feet, leaning forward to reach across the desk to shake his hand, which he quickly offered.

“Oh, hi! I’m Jennifer Johnson. I just started last week. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Does this mean Mrs. Dartmouth is officially retired?” He was aware of Cassidy watching the interaction curiously, but she hung back rather than jumping in. She tended to be pretty shy, he’d noticed, except around people she was comfortable with when she became much more animated.

“Not yet, just on vacation this week to see if I can handle things on my own.” Jennifer grinned, her eyes gleaming. “She’ll be back next week for her final week. There’s going to be a retirement party if you want to come.”

“Maybe. I just met her pretty recently myself, and it’s a bit of a drive.” He smiled to take any sting out of the rejection.

“Makes sense.” She turned her gaze to Cassidy. “Sorry, not trying to ignore you. I’ll let Mr. Black know you’re here. He’s expecting you.” She gave Cassidy an apologetic but friendly smile.

Cassidy smiled back, though she was still clutching the purse she had slung over her shoulder right around the bag.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“Come on, let’s sit down,” Kincaid said, gesturing. The spacious lobby had four chairs and one large couch, all set to the right of the doors they’d entered through. Jennifer’s desk was set up to the left, facing the television that was situated on the wallbeside the chairs and couch, which faced each other rather than the television.

The news was playing, though it didn’t appear that anything of note was currently going on since they were covering a story about a waterskiing squirrel. Then again, he was glad there wasn’t anything depressing on to make Cassidy’s mood even worse. She actually smiled at the footage of the squirrel.

They’d barely had time to sit down before Lincoln Black appeared, coming down the hall behind Jennifer’s desk with the captain of his team beside him. The office was split in two directions. To the left behind Jennifer’s desk was Lincoln Black’s side, and just past the seating area on the right was a hall that led to the other side of the office, which was where HR and Lincoln’s brother’s team made their home.

Immediately, Kincaid jumped to his feet.

“Kincaid, good to see you,” Lincoln said, smiling widely as he turned his attention to Cassidy, his expression immediately softening. Lincoln was not only part-owner of the security firm, he was also a Dom and a member of the local club, the Outlands, so he was fully apprised of Cassidy’s past. “And this must be Cassidy.”

David, his team captain, stood slightly behind him with a bored expression on his face that had Kincaid bristling. The two of them had met a couple of times before, and he would have said that he liked the guy, but something about his demeanor made Kincaid feel like he wasn’t taking Cassidy’s situation as seriously as he should. A little shorter than Kincaid, he was all bulky muscle underneath the suit he was wearing, and he’d grown a beard since Kincaid had last seen him. The red hair on his beard was the exact same shade as the hair on his head, though the texture was more coarse and not nearly as shiny.

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