How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(8)

“Wow, I guess our family wasn’t the only one that had rumors going around about them. Yeah, I remember.” He was afraid to hope or even think of the possibility.

“Joseph is friends with several couples that are really ménages. That stuff hardly raises an eyebrow in Divine now, evidently.”

“Seriously? How did I not know this?”

“Remember Jack Warner, Ethan Grant, and Adam Davis?” At his nod, Samson continued. “Jack married a local girl, and they’re a foursome.”

“No shit?”

Samson nodded, his fingers tapping the arm of his chair as he shifted so he could extend his knee a bit. He suffered from stiffness in an old injury as well. “She comes to the club with Ethan every so often. Pretty and curvy.” Samson smiled and made an hourglass motion with his hands. “She’s sweet, too. Looks at Ethan as though he’s a god.”

Ivan chuckled. Samson’s appreciation of an hourglass figure was a quality he shared. “Is that so?”

“Kids, too. And they aren’t the only ménage by any means.”

“Hmm,” Ivan murmured, unsure what else to say as he imagined three men sharing one woman without killing each other out of possessiveness. “I can’t imagine that working very well.”

Samson shrugged a shoulder. “According to Joseph, it’s not Ethan she’s married to. It’s Jack Warner. And you remember Adam Davis. They were pretty close growing up. They must make it work because they’ve been together a few years.” He rubbed his fingertips over his beard.

Ivan asked as he leaned forward, “Are you saying you can see yourself in a similar setup?” What exactly was he asking?

“The high school reunion   is coming up again.”

“I know. I got the talk from Hank, too.” Ivan didn’t have to ask. He knew Hank had called Samson, too. They’d all been thick as thieves in high school, and with Hank having been the senior class president, it was his job—and in his nature—to try to round up the troops every five years. “You saying you’re tempted?”

“By the reunion  ? Not hardly. I could give a crap who’s getting gray or who’s gone bald or declared bankruptcy. Cassandra goes to all the reunion  s, man.”

“Now you know she’s still there, and she’s single again, what are you going to do?”

Samson leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “It’s not a question of what I’m going to do. It’s a question of what we’re going to do.”

Holy. Shit.





Chapter Three




“Whatever you do, Samson, don’t give her the steely-eyed dominant stare. And what are you? A nervous thirteen-year-old girl calling her BFF for pointers on how to act around the boy she likes?”

Samson had called Ivan while waiting for Joseph and Bunny’s wedding to get started to let him know Cassie was in attendance. Samson watched as the woman of their dreams entered the hallway outside the suite Bunny had been holed up in for the last two hours.

Samson scowled at his phone and then put it back to his ear. Chuckling silently, Jack Warner looked over at him and lifted his chin inquiringly at the phone. Samson shook his head and looked down at the floor. “Lower your voice, man. I just wanted you to know she was here. I guess she’s one of Bunny’s bridesmaids or attendants. I didn’t know they were that close. Shit.” He wasn’t smooth like his brother, and the first thing he’d thought when he’d laid eyes on her was to call Ivan.

“When you get a chance, just slide on up to her and start a conversation with her. Don’t give her the stare.”

“What stare?”

“The one you give people who you want to do your bidding. Probably the same one you use when you want to beat on one of your poor masochists.”

“They’re not my ‘poor masochists,’ fucker,” he ground out as he walked a short distance down the hallway. “I only give them what they need, and I would think you’d know that by now since you know how to use Google. I’m not a monster.” Jack snorted in amusement and Samson stepped farther down the hall.

Ivan’s chuckle on the other end made him grind his teeth. “No, you’re a big, squeez-y teddy bear. You got all that growling out of your system now? Take a deep breath and…just smile at her. Offer to get her a glass of champagne. Dance with her. Don’t say anything about the past, and for fuck’s sake, don’t tell her you like to spank naughty girls.”

Samson grinned, imaging for a split second how her lush bare butt cheek would feel under his hand. “At least not yet.”