Free Getting Rough by C.L. Parker Page A

asshole. That was so underhanded and devious!”
    “And brilliant,” Demi tacked on, high-fiving him.
    Sasha gave me a cheeky grin. “And really not anything we didn’t already know.”
    “You did not know.” It sounded more like a question than a statement of fact. Did they know? How could they have when we’d been so careful? Actually, I hadn’t thought we were trying to be careful so much as I’d thought no one was paying attention. Or maybe I simply hadn’t been thinking at all in lieu of letting my vagina make all the decisions for me, consequences be damned.
    Sasha dipped her chin and smacked her lips sarcastically. “We have eyes to see the little looks you two give each other.”
    “And ears to eavesdrop on not-so-private conversations,” Demi said, cupping her own as if to prove her point.
    Quinn got überclose to the webcam, making his lips appear superbig. “And mouths to gossip with each other and compare notes,” he said before backing away again.
    I was sure I must have looked like a codfish with its mouth agape. “Seriously? You need help. All three of you. And I need a restraining order because you’re all a bunch of stalkers.”
    “Speaking of stalkers,” Demi said, pointing and looking over my shoulder.
    Sasha’s smile was bright as the sun. “Hi, Shaw!” she said with a cheerful wave.
    I turned to see him standing there, every bit as creepy as my intrusive friends, apparently listening in on my – what did Demi call it? –
not-so-private
conversation. Jesus, did no one respect personal boundaries anymore?
     
Shaw
    My scalp was sore as shit and my balls were aching and in desperate need of a release. So I’d gone in search of Cassidy with every intention of getting my caveman on and throwing her over my shoulder to take her back upstairs so she could finish the job she’d begun before we were quite rudely interrupted.
    Adjusting the still raging hard-on in my jeans, I groaned. Each step down the stairs looked awkward as hell. And every bit as painful as it actually was. You’d think the sound of another man’s voice would have been enough to put the deflate on my chubby little buddy, but Cassidy’s performance had been quite impressive. So impressive, I found it nearly impossible to erase from my mind the pleading look in her eyes as she’d begged for my cock in her mouth.
    “Goddammit,” I groaned as the visual sent a renewed sense of urgency to my cock. Maybe the only way to make him simmer down would be to punch him in the head until he was unconscious.
    Casey passed by at the bottom of the staircase as he headed toward the kitchen and glanced up at me. I straightened to my full height, the issue in my pants automatically disappearing when the testosterone-driven need to appear more threatening took the driver’s seat. My opponent pretty much matched me in height, so standing on the stairs would be my only chance to look down on him, which had alpha dog written all over it. Baring my canines might have been overkill, so I put that back into my bag of tricks.
    I smirked, the sort of smirk that said, “I just had my cock in your girl’s mouth.” No, Cassidy hadn’t admitted he was her boyfriend, but she didn’t have to. Anyone could tell those two had a thing. Whether that was in the past or still a present issue I’d yet to figure out, but what I did know was that I was hell-bent on making sure it wouldn’t be a future one.
    Busting a right when I reached the first floor, I shouldered my metaphorical club for the time being and followed the sound of Cassidy’s voice. Beyond the all-wood foyer and old-world check-in desk, I traversed the length of the hall to find her sitting on an olive green couch in a den that had been closed off to the rest of the house. If I had to guess, and I did, I’d say this was a space dedicated to the Whalen family’s personal use. Though thanks to the sliding wooden door that she’d left cracked, I could hear the entire conversation