Page 25 of Demon Huntress
“Morning,” she answered, not turning. Cass looked around the room and saw her clothes were hurled in several different directions. She hurried to gather them, struggling to remember how they had gotten spread around as if a small hurricane had flown through the room.
Cassandra put her clothes on quickly, still not turning to face him. When Slade didn’t say anything, she finally looked over, wondering if he was getting up.
He lay on the bed, the sheets puddled around his waist. A ray of sunlight angled from the nearby window, glazing his magnificent body with pale gold. He stretched, making his biceps bulge, then slowly sat up.
Cass realized she was staring and quickly looked away. Her eyes fell on Slade’s trousers, and she grabbed them, tossing them to him.
“Here,” she said in a sharp tone. “Let’s get going. I’m betting Schindler has something for us by now.”
“Okay,” Slade said softly. He watched her with tangible disappointment. Obviously, he’d been hoping for a quick bit of morning sex before they got back to business.
If you only knew what just went on in my head. I don’t know if the poor guy would be turned on or traumatized.
When Slade said that he and Flash weren’t jealous, Cass had not considered being with both at once. Now that she’d thought about it, the images wouldn’t leave her brain. She stood there, a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks as her nipples hardened and her pussy throbbed.
“We ready?” Slade asked. Cass realized that while she’d been lost in an erotic fantasy, he’d gotten up and was standing in front of her. She met his eyes and saw his tense expression. He seemed like he wanted to ask her something, and she didn’t want to find out what it was.
Hey, babe, want to fuck my best friend and me at the same time?
Cass held in a groan and pressed her thighs together. It wasn’t just the intensity of the sexual images that troubled her. It was the feeling that she had every right to think this way as if it were perfectly natural.
As if we are meant to be.
The idea scared her so much that she was finally able to banish her lust and stand up straight, clearing her throat. Finding happiness in love was completely impossible, and it didn’t matter how good this felt ... sooner or later, they’d find out how hard she was to live with, and then they’d leave her just like everyone else did.
“Let’s find Schindler,” she said, hurrying to the door. She heard him hurry to catch up but didn’t look behind her just in case she got caught in those soulful eyes again. He wanted to say something to her, and Cass had a pretty good idea of what it was going to be. At this point, all she wanted was to forget last night and get back on the case.
Out in the hall, they almost tripped over Mickey, who directed them to the kitchen for breakfast. Cass might want to deny the night of lovemaking, but she was still famished from the exertion. She grabbed a banana and strong coffee, still doing her best to avoid conversation with Slade.
“I wonder where our host is,” Slade said, stirring his coffee. “Should we search him out?”
“It’s still pretty early,” she said, trying not to notice the way his luscious lips wrapped around a sugary donut. “Maybe we should wait.”
“I don’t know. I say we should check the study.”
“After you,” she said, gesturing with her cup.
Cass followed Slade through the halls, trying not to watch his tight ass flexing under his fitted pants. The harder she tried to convince herself that being with both of these guys was wrong, the stronger her attraction became.
“Hello?” called Slade as he knocked on the open door of the study.
“Come through,” Schindler said, waving them to his desk. Cass forcefully dragged her mind away from her lusty thoughts and sat across from Schindler, giving him her full attention.
“What did you find?” she asked.
Schindler stared at his readouts for a little longer, waving a finger at them as he flicked through the pages with his other hand.
“I’m trying to convince myself that this is not as bad as it looks,” Schindler said. “I’ve run the numbers over and over again, and it keeps coming up the same.”
“How bad is it?” Slade asked. “Poison? Mind control? Forced shape-shifting serum?”
Schindler shook his head. “Worse than all of that, I’m afraid.”
“Worse?” Cass cried. “What in the hell could be worse?”
“As an antidepressant, this is probably the most effective drug I have ever seen,” Schindler began. “Obviously, you want to encourage dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins, but the major issue is that when these are artificially elevated with drugs, it creates a rebound that is difficult to correct.”
“English, please,” Slade muttered. “I failed first-year science.”
