Rory (7 page)

He had to get these crazy
thoughts out of his mind, or he was sure to be heading for disappointment.

“Now let’s see what sort of team
we make preparing supper,” he said.

Chapter Nine

Cass tried to concentrate on
watching TV, but her leg was getting so damn itchy she couldn’t think straight.
She wiggled around hoping that would do the trick. Luckily she’d had the good
sense to buy a pair of knitting needles at Emily and Me. Not for making anything,
but to ease down the side of the cast so she could scratch her leg.

 
Rory had gone to the kitchen for a beer, so
she hopped over to her bag and pulled out the needles. She sat herself back
down and eased one inside the outer edge of the cast. She’d be so happy when
the contraption came off her leg. When that would be, she didn’t know.

Trying to push it down to reach
the itchiest spot, she lost hold of the top of the needle. She tried to reach
it, but her fingers weren’t long enough.

Rory walked in carrying a bottle
of beer.

“You going to knit something?” he
asked, glancing at the other needle sitting by her side.

“No, I thought they might help
with the itching, but now one of the needles is stuck in my cast.”

He sat the bottle down on the
coffee table and sat beside her. “You want me to try and get it?”

“Yeah, you might reach it because
you have super long fingers.”

“They’re probably larger too so
we may have to get some pliers, but I’ll give it a shot.”

She turned her body his way and
raised her leg over his lap. He put one hand on her thigh which sent shivers up
and down her body. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and hoped he didn’t
see her do it, or he’d probably realize she was enjoying his touch. Cass
imagined his hand running up her thigh, edging closer to her panties, pushing
them aside and touching her in all the intimate spots.
 
He pushed two of his fingers down the side of
the cast, and it tickled even more than the actual cast.

“I think I nearly have it,” he
said. She detected a slight hint of the beer he’d obviously sipped before he’d
headed into the family room. It mingled with the spicy undertone of the
aftershave that clung to his cheeks. They looked one another in the eye. Did he
want the same thing as her?
For them to kiss?

Obviously
he did.

His lips were warm and soft when
they touched hers. She put her hand behind his head and ran her fingers gently
through his wavy locks. He touched her thigh again.
This time
not to get some leverage for retrieving the needle, but to caress it.

Shit, sex wouldn’t be easy with
her leg in this damn cast. And what if she didn’t please Rory? He was a mature
man who’d probably been with lots of women.

The doorbell rang, and they
pulled apart like they’d been two teenagers caught making out on the couch in
one of their parent’s homes.

Rory pulled out the needle and
handed it to her as the doorbell rang again.

“I guess I should see who that
is,” he said.

****

Rory watched as Cass played with
Liam who Lacey had placed on her lap. He cooed and laughed as Cass pulled faces
at him. His nephew was under Cass’s spell just like he was and who could blame
the little guy?

The kiss earlier that evening had
come out of the blue, but it had been the best one of his life. He wasn’t sure
if it was the unexpectedness of it, or the fact that it was Cass he’d kissed.
He guessed the latter. After the doorbell had rung, he’d felt guilty. Kissing
his dead brother’s fiancé and having the most erotic thoughts about taking her
to bed and making love to her until neither of them could walk played on his
conscience.

“You’ll have to come over for a
meal once you get more mobile,” said Shane.

“I’d like that,” said Cass.

“And I’m still checking in with
the Tacoma Police to see if we can track down who did this to you,” said Shane.

“Maybe we won’t ever find them,” said
Cass as Liam pulled on her hair.

“Don’t say that because he’ll go
there himself and look for them,” said Lacey. “And if you need someone to drive
you into Missoula to go to the hospital, I’m available.”

“That’s really kind of you.”

Rory was the one to do that, but
he wouldn’t put up too much of a protest right now and arouse everyone’s
suspicions that he wanted to be around Cass’s as much as he could.

Liam made a gurgling sound and Cass
kissed him on the cheek.

“You are so cute,” she said.

She was obviously great with
babies. And yes, Liam was cute. The image of the two of them played in his
mind. Suddenly he not only wanted a wife but kids too.

“Hey, big brother you look miles
away. Anything you want to talk about?” asked Shane, smacking him on the back.

“What, no. I was just thinking
about all the stuff I have to do on the ranch.”

Shane nudged him. “All work and
no play. Look Cass’s here so why don’t the two of you do something fun.”

If
only you knew what I’ve been thinking about little brother.

****

She’d give a million dollars to
take a long soak in the bath with exotic smelling bubbles clinging to her skin.
It didn’t look like that was going to happen any time soon.

Cass tried once again to get rid
of the itch on her leg, but this time she was going to keep a firm grip on the
needle.

“That thing bothering you again?”
asked Rory walking by the bedroom.

“I’ve been fantasying about
taking a bath with this thing being history. Sponging myself down with a
washcloth just isn’t doing anything for me and I’m scared I’ll start to smell
soon.”

“You want me to find something to
cover your leg so you can get into the shower?”

“You’d be my hero forever.”

“Okay, let me go and take a look
and see what I can come up with.”

Cass scratched some more, sure
she was turning her skin red.

Rory came back a few minutes
later with some tape and a black garbage bag.

“You can step into this and then
secure the top with this tape, and that should keep the water off the cast.
Just don’t stay in the shower for too long.”

Cass stood. “Can you do it for
me?”

“Sure, let’s go into the
bathroom.”

She took his arm, and they walked
slowly down the hallway and then turned into the bathroom.

“Okay, just put your leg in
here,” said Rory opening up the bag.

Cass lifted her leg and put her
foot at the bottom as Rory pulled the tape around the top just above her knee.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Pretty good,” she said taking a
step, but almost slipping on the tiled floor.

Rory caught her just before she
went to the ground. “Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all,” he said.

“It would be fine if you could
hold me while I shower.”

She hadn’t realized the
implications of that innocent sentence until it had slipped out of her mouth.

They both stood looking at one
another. He was blushing. Of all the Malone brothers, he’d always been the most
bashful. Maybe it was because he was oldest.

“You’ve seen a woman naked before
right?” Cass didn’t mean it to sound insulting, but just wanted to lighten the
suddenly uncomfortable situation.

“Sure have but you’re different…I
don’t mean your body is, but you’re the ex-fiancé of my brother.”

“I’m sure Ryan would want you to
think of it as helping me out.”

She knew that would hit home.
Rory was always there for everyone.

“Okay, if you don’t have a
problem with it, then I guess I shouldn’t either. I’ll run the water while you
get undressed.”

He turned and walked toward the
shower while Cass lifted the sweater over her head. He glanced over his
shoulder just as she was removing her bra and then quickly looked back at the
wall of the shower.

She unzipped her skirt, let it
fall to the ground, and then sat on the stool by the sink and pulled down her
panties. Standing again at the very same time that Rory turned around to see
her buck-naked.

He was almost the color of beets,
and she guessed it wasn’t from the steam of the shower. She held out her hand
to him. He took it, and she walked toward him. He lifted her up and placed her
in the bathtub.

Cass slid toward the water and
ducked her head underneath it.

“This feels like heaven,” she
said letting the water run down her face and then onto her chest. She turned
around slowly letting it soak into her hair and back.

She reached for the shampoo but
nearly slipped again. Rory’s hand steadied her.

“Would it be too much to ask if
you washed my hair for me?” asked Cass.

“I don’t know if I can from out
here.”

“Take off your clothes and get in
with me.”

She was testing him, tempting him,
and she hadn’t intended to do either when they’d first entered the bathroom.
However, now she wanted, no,
needed,
physical contact with him.

He looked at her, didn’t say a
word, didn’t protest, but simply unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw in
on the floor. Within minutes his socks, jeans, and boxers were joining it.

She tried not to but all she could
focus on was his cock, its length, its girth, and the fact that he had an
erection. He stepped inside the bath with her. She handed the bottle of shampoo
to him, hopefully proving to him this was all so innocent.

Rory popped the top open and
poured some of the gold liquid into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and
then began working the mixture into her hair. She turned around, realizing that
her left butt cheek was now touching his cock.

She was sure she heard him groan.
His fingertips worked slowly over her scalp, making every nerve ending stand to
attention, and her pussy pulled like never before. He worked the suds through
her hair and then let the shower play on her hair to rinse it out. Without even
being asked he reached for the bottle of conditioner and smothered her hair
with it.

She turned around to face him.
Placing her hand on his chest, he reached up with both hands and ran them over
her breasts, pulling at her nipples until they turned into tight buds.

His cock twitched against her now
wet skin. She’d never wanted a man inside so much as she did Rory.

He pulled her into close, his
erection stabbing at her body.

“This is so wrong,” he whispered.
“But I can’t stop myself.”

He grabbed both her ass cheeks
and pulled her in closer as he kissed her. His middle finger slipped down
through her crack. One of the first things she’d noticed about Rory Malone was
his big hands and long fingers. Cass had once thought it sort of freakish, but
now she appreciated that physical attribute as his middle finger made its way
to her clit.

She looked up at him.

“Touch me, tease me, and don’t
stop until I’ve climaxed.”

****

He’d been right. This was wrong,
but the feel of her clit was making it too tempting to stop. She licked the
beads of water from his chest as he circled her clit. He wanted to push his
fingers inside her pussy, but he’d already stepped miles over the line. At
least it was for now.

For now…shit, listen to me. I’m
acting like there’s going to be more of this.

“Rory,” was all she managed to
say as she groaned and set her head on his upper belly. He had to hold her
because she was slipping down his body. She felt like a rag doll, and he
guessed she’d climaxed. He didn’t want her slipping or getting her cast wet, so
he lifted her up and carried her over the side of the bathtub

Rory set her down on a stool and
wrapped a towel around her.

She looked up at
him
.“
Do
you want to make love to
me?”

He kissed her on the end of the
nose. “I do, but I think that’s as far as we should take things.”

“But I didn’t get to touch you.
You didn’t get anything out of it.”

“
It’s
okay, Cass, really it is. Now dry yourself off and I’ll help you to the
bedroom.”

Chapter Ten

Rory looked up at the ceiling. He
was usually so good with self-discipline, but Cass had hardly played fair.
Him seeing her naked body; all those curves and the curls at the
apex of her creamy white thighs.
He grew hot and hard just recalling the
image. So it was little
wonder
that when he’d joined
her in the tub, he couldn’t resist touching her.
Touching her
clit to be precise.