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“It’s not funny,” she growls.
“No.” I instantly sober up. “It’s not. But I’m not going back on my promise either.” Did she really touch herself while thinking of me? Nothing like slaying me right here with a single sentence. “I still want to give you the best orgasm of your life.”
“I can’t risk it!”
She’s actually serious about his shit. That slays me for real because, my god, who could go through life thinking things like this? It’s just…it’s not right. It’s extremely sad, and I’m not letting her go down like this. Not on my watch. I realize this is exactly what everyone wanted to happen, and I was adamantly against it because I don’t believe in love, but you know what? This isn’t love. This is about bad luck, curses, and orgasms. I can do orgasms.
“You can, and you will. I’m going to prove to you that nothing will happen to me. And, just to up the ante, I’m going to do it all without touching you. I want you to show me how you touched yourself the other night. Show me what kept you awake. I want to see you stroke that pretty pussy of yours, and I want to see you make yourself come while I say the dirtiest things to you. You think luck or the universe would have a problem with that?”
Cass’ pupils are more than blown. Her irises are now the thinnest circles of sapphire around those black holes. I can easily find the universe in them, and that blows my mind because right now, she’s staring at me.
“Maybe it would let me get away with it just this one time,” she says huskily. “It might let you live.”
“Good.” I curl up, leveraging myself off the back of the couch until I’m standing. I inch away, then sit down on the edge of the arm at the end of the couch while Cass’ head is near the other end. Her legs are propped up, her mouth swollen from my kisses, and her eyes focused on me. “I want you to pull up your dress. Let me see those long, silky legs.”
“Oh—oh god…” Her hands tremble. She closes her eyes, but she does what I say, pulling her dress up inch by inch.
My god, her legs. Her legs are the stuff men would kill, start wars, and topple nations for. They’re lovely and silky smooth, the calf muscles shapely. Her knees are even pretty. They’re long—the kind of long I’d rather have around my waist, but if she’s willing to give me this and also claim it for herself, then I’m willing to take one for the team and give my dick a pass for another day.
Besides, there’s always the whole big and long explanation thing if I take off any clothes. I’ve never told anyone except Granny and my brothers about what happened, but Cass deserves the truth.
Yes, it’s definitely safer for everyone—universe or otherwise—if we do it this way.
Cass keeps going with her dress, pulling up the hem until her peach lace panties are exposed.
Peach. Lace.
My mouth goes dry, and my dick is so hard in my jeans that I’m pretty sure I could bat an entire season with it or use it as a medieval-style weapon.
I realize I’m supposed to be giving instructions here, so I force my head back into the game. Cass’ eyes are still closed, and her face is flushed. The pink in her cheeks makes my balls want to explode. I can see the pulse at her neck, fluttering there like the mad beat of a hummingbird’s wings.
“I want you to touch yourself, Cass. Show me how you touched yourself. Show the universe that you can take what you want for yourself. You don’t have to rely on it to give it. You make your own luck.”
“I…I don’t know if I can believe that.”
“You make your own luck. Repeat it, Cass. I want to hear you say it.”
“I make my own luck.”
“Say it like you mean it!”
“I make my own luck!”
“That’s right.” Pretty sure my dick just got even harder right then. I practically can’t think, and I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this without doing something very nasty in my pants. I’m also not at my house, plus I’m supposed to be babysitting. Granted, I’m just watching to make sure Maya doesn’t wake up, but it’s not like I’d be able to swap my pants for Ransom’s pants and not have anyone notice.
Tantalizingly slowly, Cass’ finger tracks to that peach lace, and she lifts the edge. The breath sucks right out of my lungs. She’s perfectly shaved and totally smooth, and I can see how wet she is.
My dick is literally doing a countdown to accident-in-the-pants time. It’s going to be a reality here if I don’t get my shit together.
