Page 9 of A Little Twist

“Too bad. You can turn around now.” He still has that tone, but I don’t move.

I’m still standing here topless. “That’s okay.”

His low chuckle makes my stomach tighten. “Well, I’m heading out. The place is yours. See you around, Cass.”

Nodding, I turn as he passes me and dash into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning my back against it. My heart hammers in my chest, and I glance at the removable showerhead.

Quickly stepping into the tub, I turn the water on warm and lower that nifty device between my thighs. Bracing my hand on the wall, I close my eyes and move it in slow circles over my pulsing clit.

It doesn’t take long before my lips part, and a moan scrapes from my throat. I shudder through an intense orgasm as I imagine tracing my fingers over every line of muscle in his sexy body, leaning my head back as I ride it out on Alex Stone’s massive cock.

Talk about a twist…

CHAPTER3

ALEX

I’ve closed the bar early, and I’m standing behind the dark-stained, reclaimed-wood barrier, polished to a high shine, cleaning a glass with my eyes fixed on my future sister-in-law and Cass Dixon leaning together and laughing softly as they peruse a list of names for the upcoming wedding.

Cass leans closer to her friend, and a glossy lock of dark, chestnut hair slides over her shoulder onto her breast. What happened in Britt’s old apartment burns in my stomach. She’s grown up, and her body has as well. She’s softer, fuller,mouthwatering…

Tonight she’s wearing a thin, white tank top and jean shorts. Her long arms and long legs are shapely like a dancer’s, and her olive skin is warmed by the yellow lights. Britt is a drop of blonde sunshine, but Cass is something darker, more sensual.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, not that I was ever a fuck boy. I’m a patient guy, controlled, focused, willing to wait for the good things, but this afternoon in Britt’s apartment, I was ready to go full caveman.

“Stop playing Mr. Aloof,” Britt calls to me from her perch. “Get over here and weigh in on this.”

Cass’s gray-blue eyes meet mine briefly before blinking to the sheet in front of them. I don’t miss the pink rising in her cheeks. It’s an attractive hue that compliments her glossy, full lips.

Tossing the bar rag on the counter, I reach overhead and take down a bottle of our famous single-barrel, and walk slowly to where the women are sitting.

“What’s so important you need my help?” I give Britt a pretend frown.

“Don’t play grumpy with me. I know as well as you, your opinion is usually correct.”

Britt’s sunny, but not in an annoying way. She manages to walk that fine line between sweet and saccharine, and God knows she’s made a world of difference in my brother’s life. I hadn’t seen him smile in seven years before she blasted back into town—nearly running him down with her old truck in the process.

The memory makes me chuckle. She got his ass back in the game fast.

“Between your mom’s list and mine, we’ve got twenty too many people coming to the reception. Some of them have to go, or the fire marshal will be on our backs. And you know your law-abiding big brother won’t let that happen.”

“Let me see.” I reach for the list, giving it a quick scan. Uncles, aunts, cousins… I don’t land on a single name from our side I could cut without catching shit. That just leaves Britt’s side. “You don’t have twenty tight-rope walkers or poodle jugglers you could cut?”

“Very funny.” Britt’s eyes narrow, and she snatches the sheet from my hand. “I have more than circus freaks in my family, thank you very much.”

“I’m just teasing.” I nudge the side of her arm before taking down three tumblers and pouring us each a finger of our best bourbon. “We could open the back doors and extend the space onto the patio. Maybe string some lights in the trees and add a few picnic tables. What do you think, Cass? Would it work?”

She blinks away from me, turning to face the large, metal garage doors we usually keep closed and locked at the back of the room. “As long as the weather holds, it would certainly be enough space for twenty people. Possibly more.”

“Problem solved.” I lift my tumbler.

“I knew you could help us.” Britt smiles, lifting her glass to clink against mine.

Cass raises her tumbler as well, but she still doesn’t make direct eye contact with me. Her gaze lingers on the amber liquid in our glasses. We say a cheers, and sip the warm liquid. It’s a drink to be savored, not shot.

“Mm,” Britt tilts her head to the side, thoughtfully. “Smoky, smooth… oak with a hint of vanilla?”

“You got it.” I nod. “Not as much caramel in this batch. I hope that’s okay.”

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