Page 8 of Cries of Cassie

"She's ours even if you fuckers are too stubborn to believe it," Ripley snarls.

Before I can snap back that she can't be his if they've never fucking met, Koa's hot mouth is sucking me down his throat.

"Fuck!" I grunt and grab Ripley's wrist to help guide Koa on my throbbing length. "Fuck you guys."

Ripley chuckles darkly as Koa moans, swirling his tongue around the base and slurping all the way back up. He gives the best fucking head. We love using his mouth as a weapon against each other.

Don't want to argue but want to get your point across? Get Koa on his knees. Damn, does he love it too. A sexy, sassy president of an MC cumslut.

"Don't miss a drop or you won't come until the weekend," I snarl. A puff of laughter explodes from my mouth when Koa blinks pleading eyes up at Ripley.

"You heard him," Rip deadpans and forces him to deepthroat me. He knows exactly how to get me off. I don't have the breath to curse him out because Koa gags and moans all at once, swallowing everything I shoot past his wicked tongue.

"Mmm, he didn't miss a drop," Ripley hums, and pulls our man off my spent dick. I watch, eyelids heavy with pleasure as Rip shoves his tongue in Koa's mouth, seeking my cum.

They make it so fucking hard to make them see reason. Cassidy will cause problems for us, but that's not what I'm worried about. We will be dragging her into something she can't escape if we're not careful.

It's not if, but when.

And those three fuckers are not being careful with Cassidy.

Chapter Five

Cassie

"Girl, what the hell?" Jake hisses, jumping over a log and running to me.

Rolling my eyes at him, I swing my leg over my seat and stand beside the new beauty. "Isn't she beautiful?" I say, petting the handlebars as I drop the kickstand.

My ride is sparkly red with black accents. She's literally the greatest thing in the whole damn world aside from my niece, of course.

"She's stunning," Jake agrees, taking in the solid strength of my new motorcycle. "I didn't realize your first training bike would be this. What if you scratch it?"

"Then you'll ask Dent to repair her for me," I reply with confidence.

Even though I'm not a part of his MC, Jake is one of my best friends, and I know he'd call in a favor from his brother, Dent, who does the maintenance on the bikes for the club.

Grumbling under his breath, Jake avoids eye contact with me and instead walks circles around my Harley. "Damn dude," he murmurs, hand on his scruffy jaw. "I'm jealous as fuck."

Nodding, I accept his praise. I've been so excited to show him. His reaction is exactly as I had hoped.

When he stops and crosses his arms while narrowing his eyes at me, I know I'm in for his attitude. "Will you tell me why you think it's a good idea to practice out in the middle of the woods?"

Jake makes it incredibly hard not to roll my eyes at him constantly. I'm convinced he's the male version of me, which is why I love him so damn much. He's the brother I never had.

"You make it sound like we're not standing on an actual road."

"Have you seen the branches and potholes, Cassie? If you aren't careful out here, you'll hurt more than just the fabulous paint job on this beauty."

Taking a deep breath, I try to keep my patience. I've been really struggling with my hair-trigger annoyance this month, and Jake doesn't deserve that. "I understand, but I don't want anyone to see us."

His dark eyes narrow further. "Who are you worried about seeing you, Cassidy? A certain jackass who doesn't know what's good for him?"

"Stop," I groan. "You don't need to worry about that. You know what Maddox would do if he found out you know about us."

Something flashes across his face, and my confusion rises with his words. "Do I? What exactly do you think he'll do, Cass?"

"Aside from beating you up and probably locking you away for a month? I⁠—"