The Lies We Tell (The Four #1) - Becca Steele Page 0,71

could mean it takes a few days. I’m also waiting on another contact who’s going to hook us up with some amazing tech. Once that’s here, I’ll get everyone together to go through it.” He picked up his phone. “In the meantime, I need everyone to use the app I installed on your phones. It means we can track each other with GPS through a secure connection that only the five of us can access. Can’t be too careful.”

“And I’ll pay a visit to my parents today, work more on getting Dad onside for getting into the club early,” Cassius promised.

Zayde looked at me. “I’m going to meet with an old friend.”

“Are you going to elaborate on that?” I raised a brow.

“He knows people. Shady people.”

“Right.”

Cassius spoke up. “Everyone clear on what’s happening?” No one spoke. “Good. Think we’re done here. I’m off to my parents’, then.” He stood and headed out of the room, Zayde following. I heard the front door slam shut behind them, and I was left with Caiden and Weston.

“I’ll be in the computer room if you need me,” Weston announced, getting to his feet and stretching. He padded out. Just me and Caiden left.

I suddenly felt awkward, remembering Caiden’s earlier comment to Cassius about having plans later today. He was probably waiting for me to leave. “Um… I’m…going to take my bag upstairs and change into something else.”

Practically running out of the lounge, I made my way up the stairs towards the guest room, stopping to grab my bag, which I’d left in the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned in the doorway of the guest room at Caiden’s voice.

“I thought you said this morning you had other plans for later.”

He took a step closer. “Yeah. I do. Your mouth, and my dick, Snowflake.”

“Caiden!” My cheeks heated.

He smirked at me, his usually stormy eyes gleaming with amusement. “I seem to remember you saying yesterday, and I quote, ‘I really want to suck your cock.’”

Oh, yeah. I did say that.

“And you owe me. Big time.”

“For what?”

“Earlier. The hotel.” He flashed me a savage grin, and I gulped, suddenly nervous.

“Uh…”

He took another step towards me. Then another.

Then he lunged for me. I squealed and darted into the room, dropping my bag and slamming the door in his face.

He kicked the door open with a loud crash and prowled towards me with intent, and I raced around the bed.

“Why are you running from me?” His voice was curious, his lips tipped up at the corners.

Fuck, he was sexy.

“Because it’s fun?” I shrugged, a smile curving over my own lips.

“You can’t escape, you know.”

He vaulted onto the bed and over the other side, scooping me up in his arms. I put up a token struggle, but I couldn’t really resist him.

I clasped my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the guest room and into his bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. He laid me on the bed, and I kept hold of his neck, trying to tug him down with me.

“Oh, you want me now, do you?” he drawled.

I responded by wrapping my legs around his hips to drag him down on top of me. “Less talking, more sex, please.”

He was totally on board with that plan.

TWENTY-FIVE

I woke to an empty bed. Padding into the guest room, I stood under the shower until I felt human again, letting the hot water soothe my sore, aching muscles. Not that I could soothe the ache between my legs. I shivered. The things I’d done with Caiden yesterday. His tongue…his fingers…oh, and his dick…

Focus.

I had a plan for today. After my morning classes, I had the rest of the day free thanks to a cancelled afternoon lecture, and I was going to use it to meet my mother, if I could persuade the others to help me out.

First things first. I had to call her.

“Winter? Why are you calling so early?” was her greeting.

“Mother. Are you free this afternoon? I thought we could meet for coffee.”

I heard her sigh heavily. “I am going to be in Alstone this afternoon, so I suppose we could meet. Do you know the Wilson Lounge?”

“No, but I’m sure I can find it.”

“Meet me there at two thirty, sharp. Dress smartly, Winter. It’s an upmarket establishment, not a student hovel.”

Ha. Had she even seen Alstone College? “Yes, okay. See you then.”

“Goodbye.” She ended the call before I could say anything else.

Step one complete. Next step, see if someone could drop