13. Cassidy
I"m still fumingwhen I walk back behind the bar and grab an apron, tying it around my waist. My hands are shaking and I think I accidentally double knotted it, but whatever.
My legs are trembling so hard from the catastrophic orgasm Hayden gave me upstairs and my underwear stick to me in an uncomfortable way because I'm wet as hell.
Does Hayden give me a second to process or sit in my pissy attitude? Of course not.
No, he follows me down the stairs and leans against the bar with a smug smile on his face as he watches me work.
"You look good in that apron," he says with a fuckboy grin that says he"s imagining me naked. "But you"d look better out of it."
I ignore him as I ring someone up and hand them their drink before turning to him with a scowl that I know firsthand has made lesser men cower and run away. Hayden doesn't even freaking flinch.
"I can"t believe you just..." I glance around, but the rest of the sentence dies on my tongue when a guy who could be Hayden"s twin walks up beside him. They"re the same height, similar build, and have the same shade of hair, though the new guy wears his longer and pulled up in a messy bun. The only difference is their eyes.
Oh, and all the tattoos.
"Is this the girl?" this new addition says, nudging Hayden in the shoulder before letting his gaze slide down my body in a slow perusal that leaves me feeling naked. Based on the cocky little smirk that forms on his face, he at the very least suspects what just happened between Hayden and me upstairs.
Ugh.
Hayden nods and slings an arm over the guy"s shoulders, pulling him closer. "Cassidy, meet Sawyer. My brother."
Oh. Shit.
I stare at him as he gives me a knowing smile. "Nice to meet you, Cassidy. Hayden"s told me a lot about you."
I glare at Hayden because we are so not at the meet the family stage—what the hell am I saying? We"re not at any stage at all because I don"t date hockey players no matter what might come out of my mouth under duress—before turning back to his brother. "It"s nice to meet you, too. I've heard nothing about you. At all."
Sawyer laughs and steps forward, leaning against the bar like his brother does. Are they twins or…? "So, how"d you end up with this asshole?" He nods his head toward Hayden, who looks like he wants to strangle his brother for daring to speak to me. Or maybe it was that slow perusal from earlier. Either way, I sense an opportunity here.
Pissing Hayden off just became my new goal for the evening. Actually, make that my new goal in general.
I push out my boobs and give Sawyer a flirty smile. Nevermind that I think I'm walking funny because his brother's dick wrecked me like ten minutes ago. "Who says I"m with him?"
Sawyer grins as he looks over at his brother before turning back to me. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I happen to like being alive. But if you two ever want to add a third..." He trails off and licks his lower lip, and I can"t help but laugh as Hayden grabs a fistful of his brother"s shirt and shoves him away from the bar. He growls something at him that I don"t catch, but it only makes little bubbles of happiness pop in my chest because I"m getting under his skin the way he loves to get under mine.
"I"ll keep that in mind." I say, making sure my voice is just a little raspy before shifting to grin at Hayden, who looks like he"s about to lose his shit.
He leans over the bar and grabs my arm, pulling me toward him until our lips are inches apart. "Don't even think about it," he growls.
I yank my arm out of his grip and shove him back. "Don"t touch me."
"You made a deal, Princess. I"ll keep reminding you how things are now until it sinks in." I swear he"s about two seconds from hopping the bar and fucking me right here in the open and it takes all the willpower I have not to clench my thighs together. Like hell I"m going to show him that I sort of maybe like his possessive bullshit.
He glares at me for a second before stalking off, leaving me alone with his brother.
Sawyer sips from the drink Lila made him, eyeing me as he swallows. "He"s obsessed with you."
"Good." I wince. "Shit, I probably shouldn"t have said that out loud, especially to you. But I don't really date hockey players anymore and if he wants to make me reconsider that, he needs to only see me."
He nods. "I get it. I just hope you're ready because Hayden never does anything without going all in and he's decided you're what he wants. He"s really fucked up over it."
Goddamn Hayden Vaughn.
"I don"t know why," I say, trying to keep my voice light. "He doesn"t even know me."
He nods and leans closer, lowering his voice. "He"s not exactly known for being…" His lips twist for a second while he thinks. "A relationship guy." I can feel Hayden's stare prickling into the side of my face from somewhere, but I don't let myself look. "But he"s never been like this over a girl before. Not even close." He shrugs and reaches across the bar top and snatches a cherry before popping it into his mouth and biting down, flashing me a straight white grin. "I think you should give him a chance."
I scoff and narrow my eyes, batting his hand away when he tries to grab another. "You would say that. You're on his side. It's not happening."
He gives me a rueful smile, like he knows something I don"t, before grabbing his glass and standing up. "If you say so." Then he walks away, leaving me to wonder what the hell that look was.
Hayden"s back at the bar before I can take a single deep breath to calm my racing heart. Clearly he's better at cooling off than I am. He"s got that look on his face that says he"s already decided how this night is going to end, and my body reacts despite my brain screaming at me to stop thinking with my vagina.
"You know," he lowers his voice, "I'm thirsty as hell. How about a whiskey—Macallan. Neat."
"You"re a piece of work, you know that?" I snap, grabbing the bottle of Jim Beam and staring him straight in the eyes as I pour half a glass, drop in some ice, and then slide it over to him. The liquid sloshes in the glass, but he doesn"t even blink.
Like I have that bougie shit here.
He stares into his glass, wrinkling his nose in a snobbish way I wouldn't have expected from him before he lifts it and shoots it back all at once, letting the ice clink against the glass. The bastard doesn't even cough.
"Don't pretend like you don't love it." That infuriating smirk plays on his lips as if he knows every thought crowding my head.
"Don"t flatter yourself, Vaughn." My attempt at sounding indifferent falls flat. His laughter rumbles through the space between us, deep and confident.
"Still pretending you don"t want me? I think we've already proven that's a lie. Twice."
I lean over the bar, getting right in his face. "I really don"t have time for your games."
"That"s the thing, Princess," he says, matching my intensity, leaning forward until his nose brushes against mine. "For me? This isn"t a game. This is me wanting something... someone," his eyes darken, "more than I"ve ever wanted anything in my life. And I always get what I want."