Okay, didn’t want to know whatthatmeant.
“Did he say who paid him?” I felt sick. I’d suspected it hadn’t been an accident, but having my theory validated meant that someone had killed my parents — destroyed my family — for money.
Vigo shook his head. “But he said the guy had a Russian accent.”
“You remember anything from those papers your parents left behind that might connect?” Hawk asked. “Anything about a Russian guy, a Russian company, anything like that?”
I thought back to the papers I’d found in my parents’ unlabeled file boxes. “Not that I can remember, but I could take another look.”
“You might want to do that,” Jagger said.
“Why?” I knew why I’d want to look for myself, but why would they care? They’d already gone above and beyond the call of duty, especially since I’d lost the Hunt.
“So we can try and find the guy,” Vigo said, like it was obvious.
“Why would you do that?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Jagger asked.
I didn’t know what he meant. That of course they would do this for me or that of course they would do this because they liked messing around with things that could be dangerous.
“I don’t want to drag you into my trouble.”
Vigo’s hand slid up my thigh under the water. “Trouble is our middle name, mouse.”
“Are you trying to fuck with Cassie when we just had a conversation about her dead parents?” Jagger asked.
“She can say no,” Vigo said, his hand further sliding up my thigh. “Do you want to say no?”
I should have said no. Jagger was right: I’d just found out someone had assassinated my parents.
But the only time I wasn’t thinking about what happened to my parents — to Bram — was when I was letting the Hawks take control of my body. Then there was no room for thought, pleasure crowding out all the machinations of my mind.
“Not especially,” I said, as Vigo’s fingers brushed my pussy.
“Knew it.”
I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers through my folds. “Your pussy’s so soft, mouse.”
“It tastes like heaven too,” Jagger said.
“I wouldn’t know,” Vigo said. “But I’m going to correct that tonight. It’s my turn.”
“Hear that?” Jagger reached over my shoulder to stroke my nipple. “Vigo’s dying to eat your pussy.”
I slumped deeper into the water and let my legs drop open as Vigo found my clit.
“Can you blame me? It’s gotten five-star reviews.”
I moaned as he stroked circles onto my clit and Jagger reached under the water to guide my hand to his dick. It was pure instinct to stroke his thick shaft.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” He turned his head toward me and kissed my shoulder. “You know what to do.”
He kissed his way up my neck and I sighed when he finally closed his mouth around mine. His tongue slipped between my lips and he swept my mouth with lazy strokes, a match to the rhythm of Vigo’s fingers on my clit.
There was something incredibly erotic about having both of their hands on me while Jagger’s tongue was in my mouth, and I moved my hips with the motion of Vigo’s fingers, already reaching for the orgasm that lurked at my core.
“You know how to get what you want, don’t you mouse?” Vigo asked, closing his teeth around my other shoulder.