Deliver us from Evil - Logan Fox Page 0,90

to staring at the ocean. They’ve all been trying to help me through this, but I guess no one comes back from a near-death experience without a little emotional baggage. Me? I never pack light.

A scar.

PTSD.

So many triggers they have to line up.

I smile to myself.

I’m one of them now. The Brotherhood. Just as broken and fucked up as they are. All it took was getting raped and shot.

Kismet.

Cass slings an arm over my shoulder and draws me against his chest. He’s wearing my pink robe, but didn’t bother closing it up—his skin is cool and smooth and oh so delicious to touch. I slide my fingertips over his pecs and down his ribs, then circle his waist and squeeze him as I lay my head against his chest.

His heart thumps away quietly in his ribcage.

If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive.

Any of them.

But especially Cass.

I don’t remember much of what happened in the blue room. My therapist said the memories might come back one day or never. I don’t know if I want to know everything—my men already told me everything I need to know.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Cass murmurs into my ear. “Something to get you out of that pretty head of yours.”

“We’re not going to raid the fridge,” I tell him, although secretly if he pushed me, I’d probably cave. I’ve already put on ten pounds—I’ll be rolling around like one of those kids in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory if my men keep stuffing me with food.

“Not what I had in mind.” Cass steps away from me and goes to the edge of the infinity pool.

He shrugs his shoulders. My pink satin robe slides down his back and pools by his feet.

Oh God, he was naked and I didn’t even notice.

How couldn’t I notice?

Because I was stuck in my head.

He takes his time getting in the pool, as if he knows how much it turns me on looking at his body. Every muscle is toned and lean, from his taut neck to his slim biceps, to his almost-eight-pack to his gorgeous ass.

“Is it cold?” I ask him, as he slips into the black pool.

“A little.” He twirls around, sending ripples to all four sides. “Promise I’ll keep you warm if you get in.”

I glance up at the main bedroom’s balcony. There are no lights on up there. Zach and Apollo must still be fast asleep.

“Five minutes,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be all groggy for the doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

Cass holds up a hand, fingers spread. He watches me intently as I take off my vest and boxer shorts, and swims closer when I step hesitantly into the pool.

The water isn’t as cold as I thought it would be, but I still let out a theatrical shiver when it hits my nipples.

“Oh, my poor baby girl,” Cass murmurs, scooping me into his arms and spinning us around in the water.

He urges my legs around his waist, his hands lingering on my ass as we take another slow spin.

“You know that crap about how time heals all wounds?” he asks, putting his forehead against mine.

I nod, staring into his pale blue eyes.

“Well forget about that. You have us, okay? What we can’t heal, we can easily make you forget.” His lips brush my ear. My jaw. My cheek.

I turn, but he pulls back, teasing me with just a whisper of his lips before they’re out of reach.

“Cass,” I whine, tightening my thighs around his waist.

“Princess,” he says, in much the same tone. “Don’t be so demanding.”

“I just want a kiss. But then we have to go to bed.”

“And the demands just keep coming.” He squeezes my ass with both hands, hard enough to make me draw a quick breath. “When will you learn?”

“Hopefully never.” I try and chase his mouth, but he keeps moving his head away.

Just when I’m about to give up on our kiss, my ass hits the small island in the middle of the pool. During the day, there’s a fountain that splashes into the pool but right now it’s just a slab of stone.

Cass pushes me against the side, grabs my hair, and kisses me.

I melt against him, losing myself in the passion of his expert lips and forceful tongue.

He breaks off our kiss and then hoists me onto the edge before sliding his hands down the front of my body. Tweaking one nipple, then the other. Then his fingers glide down my stomach.

He’s already wedged his body between