Page 81 of Cries of Cassie

I’m already removing my stretchy sweatshirt and moving toward her before they reluctantly agree. “No chains,” I rasp hovering over her.

“No chains.” Cassie nods as if she suspected as much.

Maddox goes through her safe words and the rules while I wrap the fabric around her torso. I keep the knot in the back loose and begin scratching my nails through her hair.

Her breathing has picked up, but she hums in pleasure at the massaging contact. Cassie welcomes the therapeutic experience, but I’ll watch her closely. Only a few minutes. I won’t be able to stomach more.

Koa steps up next and kneels just like he did the day we found her. Except this time, his knees stay dry and he doesn’t hesitate to knead her healed thighs.

Parker takes measured steps toward us. He wasn’t able to touch her or reach her that day. The moment his fingers graze her jaw, a tear slips free from his eye. “Never again.”

Cassie agrees with him, tears slipping down her cheeks and into his palm. He wastes no time sucking them from his fingertips.

Maddox is next. The most hesitant of all, but when she meets his gaze with a smile, he dives forward and tugs her face into his neck. Their embrace forces Parker and me to step back.

“Good girl. Our sweet, strong, epic fucking woman. We’re so proud of you. We love you, Cassidy Sterling. So much.”

Her gentle sobs rock my heart so fiercely I untie her before she says to. Immediately, Cassie flings her arms around Maddox’s neck and sniffles. “Take me home, Maddy.”

I read her right. She was ready, and I released her. Now, I’ll love her until the end of time.

I thought getting her home was excruciating. No. This is.

“Rip, I’m okay. Please,” Cassie squirms, begging me to slip my dick into her and finally claim her as mine. Except, I’m fucking terrified. The big bad stalker who tortures people is terrified to fuck his old lady.

Her glistening lips mock me, and the watchful looks of the other three are heavy. “What if I hurt you? I can’t⁠—”

Fuck, am I about to cry?!

Smooth, soft legs wrap around my hips and force the head of my cock to notch her entrance. One thin arm pulls me closer by my neck while the healing one rests beside her. “I’ll hold on so there’s no chance I'll pull something. Okay?”

“I’m wide⁠—”

She cuts off my concern with a kiss on my nose. “And I was made for you. Please, Ripley.”

Made for me. Those words narrow my attention, forcing me to trust the others to make sure I don’t hurt her sensitive joints. “Mine.”

In one swift move, I seat myself in her tight cunt, not once letting up as I drive her higher and higher. “Release,” I whisper into her ear. Tensing her muscles increases the chance that she hurts herself. Like the good girl she is, her elbows unclench and her knees slip a little.

Even in the throes of passion, her health, happiness, and safety are on my mind. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I miss something, our three men are ready to step in.

Slick walls rippling around my cock clue me into her impending orgasm. “Look at you,” I coo, brushing the hair off her sweaty forehead, slowing myself down. That doesn’t mean I lessen the intensity. Oh no. I fuck her hard while showing her there’s nobody else in the world I’m thinking about.

“My pretty kitty. Obedient pet. Look at how perfect you are, coming on my cock.”

“RIPLEY!”

Holding back my own shudder, I hum and lick the drool slipping from her lips. To my utter delight, a tear falls from her fluttering lashes. “Mmm, you’re crying for me. Absolute perfection.”

Her next teardrop and muffled moan sends me crashing over the edge and into a new abyss I don’t ever plan on leaving. Here, I’ll happily drown in Cassie’s tears as long as they’re only from pleasure or happiness. With the four of us, I guarantee, we’ll ensure that’s the case.

Epilogue

Parker

This is the biggest moment of my life, and I, not once, imagined it with a two-year-old girl climbing me like a tree. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I would love to see my old lady’s face more.

I’m literally handing her our Property of the Presidents jacket after waiting an entire fucking year for her to accept it. Of course I knew when we gave it to her the first time she would demand to work her way to a brotherhood patch on her own. She wanted to become a sister before our property.