Page 73 of Lucifer's Hounds

Cass kisses the top of my head, then my forehead, down to my nose, and finally kisses my lips. He leans in, his lips on my ear.

“I’ll be over soon. I don’t want to spend a night away from you,” he whispers, so low that I’m sure Mindy can’t hear him because his mouth is on my ear, and I barely hear him.

I nod my head in response before I walk out the front door. Suddenly, being outside in the open air with the sky clear and bright, littered with shimmering stars, I feel so much peace. An odd calm washes over me. I walk back in the front door and pop my head in, motion for Cass to come to me.

I wait patiently for only a few seconds before he’s out the door and by my side. “Yes ma’am?”

“I’m going to go for a drive. I’ll be home in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, baby. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Not making me worry about you. If I would’ve gotten to your house and you weren’t there, I’d have sent out a posse to find you.” He says the words as if he’s talking about anything in general. It isn’t a threat, it’s a fact. Hewouldsend a posse to find me if he didn’t know where I was.

“A posse, huh?” I ask, a mischievous grin tugging at the sides of my lips.

“A whole fucking slew of them.” His eyes darken with the thought and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear there are clouds brewing in those grey-green irises.

Cass kisses me one more time before sending me on my way. It feels good to be behind the wheel. These kinds of nights were always my favorite. The air is cool, the sky is clear, and there are a thousand shimmering stars just sitting in the sky. Some nights, it feels as if the stars only shimmer for me, and tonight is one of those nights.

I turn onto the highway and slam the gas. Betty takes off with a vengeance as I grab another gear. Tonight, I’m thankful for the straightaway that the driveway to Creek’s is on.

I press my foot a little harder and Betty responds quickly. I make a block then turn down a back road that’ll lead me back inthe direction of my house. Although this is nice, I’m exhausted. Tonight was a lot, and I can’t wait to crawl into Cass’s arms.

I make the righthand turn onto the road before my street and notice a vehicle turning behind me. I barely pay any attention to it until I turn onto my street and the headlights turn behind me. My stomach knots and I replay my drive in my mind. No one followed me from the bar and Cass is on his bike. Panic in my mind eases when the headlights turn into a driveway that I just drove past.

I exhale a sigh of relief and turn into my driveway. As soon as my feet are on the ground, the sound of motorcycle pipes grows louder. The sound is heavenly and just as he turns into my driveway, I’m unlocking the front door and setting my things down on the coffee table.

I take a look around my tiny house admiring it in all of its tiny glory. It isn’t much, but it’s mine and it’s home. I worked my ass off to get here and to be able to stay here. Well, kind of.

Cass waltzes through the front door, sexy as hell from his head down to his feet. My tongue glides across my bottom lip as I ogle him. He’s in his own world as he kneels down to untie his boots. His gaze meets mine and there’s that earth-shattering connection again. Something inside me shakes viciously when our eyes lock.

I can see the effect I have on him; it’s written all over his face. The way he looks at me, the way his eyes change when he rakes them up and down my body.

“Baby,” Cass says, standing up from the kneeling position he was crouched in.

“Yes, love?”

“Let’s shower and get in bed. We’ve both had a long day, and I know you’re dying to get in your spot.” He takes me by the hand and leads me down the hallway to my bathroom. Inside, he turnsthe water on and toys with the temperature until it’s just right and when it is, he begins undressing me.

He starts with the hem of my shirt and eases it over my head. We don’t speak, our eyes and the spaces where our skin meets do the talking for us. He proceeds to unclasp my bra and unbutton my blue jeans. Once I’m naked, he lifts me up and cradles me in his arms before placing me gently into the shower. The flow of hot water beating on the back of my neck instantly relaxes me. Cass undresses and steps into the shower behind me.

He grabs a washcloth, lathering it with my body wash. “Turn around,” he says in a low, hushed voice.

I obey. He washes my shoulders and begins massaging the top of my neck, down to the middle of my back, all while scrubbing me with the washcloth. I moan beneath his touch, relaxing into him.

I sigh and moan with every motion Cass’s hands make. He moves lower and before I can process the absence of massaging, his hand is between my legs. His fingers toy and tease, never touching my sensitive clit. My body moves with each slide of Cass’s finger, inching closer and closer to the ache that I’m silently begging him to ease.

His skillful fingers spread my lips, and his index finger glides from my dripping wet entrance to my clit. I let out a cry as his finger circles my throbbing pussy. He dips a finger inside and circles his thumb over my clit. His other hand gropes my ass, massaging it as he massages my inner walls.

My hips buck against Cass’s hand. Wanting. Needing. I want him so bad. The hand that has a firm grip on my ass is now climbing my body to my chest. My back arches when he tugs on my pebbled nipple. I press my chest harder into his hand as he teases my nipples one by one, his finger still pumping in and out of me.

The sensation is overwhelming, but it’s so fucking good. I snake an arm around the back of Cass’s neck, and he flicks his tongue onto my neck. Cass moves his finger faster, thumbing my clit and tipping me impossibly close to the edge of ecstasy. Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he withdraws his hands from me.

He turns me to face him and lifts my hips up to meet his. Before I can say a word, he slams his dick into me, and I come as soon as he’s inside.

He pounds into me, letting me ride the wave of my orgasm while he uses me to pleasure himself. I cry out his name is I come around him again.