by BJ Wane
Cassie sank back into the whirlpool, sighing as the warm water flowed around her aching body and lulled her into complacency. With the men seated on each side of her, she rested her head back on Marc’s arm and started to drift off when a voice she recognized startled all three of them.
“I warned you to come back to me, Cassie.”
Incredulous, she jerked upright, swiveling around to stare in shock at the man holding a gun on the three of them. “Greg?”
* * *
Jack looked around the club room again then sought Jake Combs, the one who booked this group and knew everyone, his sixth sense kicking in big time. Spotting him on a sofa with his sub, he grabbed Morgan’s hand and made his way to him.
“What’s wrong?” Morgan asked, knowing when Jack was worried.
“I need to check on someone. Jake,” he said, stopping in front of the other couple. “I need a word with you about Mason Gregory.”
“Who?” Jake asked as he rose to speak with him.
“A guy named Mason Gregory checked in Wednesday, after all of you, but I haven’t seen him since. What do you know about him?”
“Nothing. I’ve never heard of anyone by that name. He must have learned about our trip from someone else and wheedled in on our reservations. I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Shit. Keep an eye on things in here, will you? I’ve got to find Marc.” Jack turned to Morgan, his face tight with worry. “Stay here and don’t budge until I return.” Hurrying upstairs, he looked for Marc, finding him when he glanced out the window to check the hot tub. Swearing a blue streak, he grabbed the rifle he used to scare off bears and for protection. Cursing for not listening to the warning bells ringing in his head all evening as he checked off everyone showing up for the party and never saw Mason Gregory, he ran back downstairs and out the front so he could come up on them unawares.
* * *
“Greg, what are you doing?”
Marc and Scott had risen and eyed the threat to them, their low curses rife with anger for letting their guard down. “Do you know this idiot, Cassie?” Marc didn’t bother masking his derision, his gaze cool on the blond-haired man.
“I was her master until she betrayed me.” He drilled Cassie with a glacial look. “Wade blackballed me from all clubs after your little temper tantrum over the cane. You’ll pay for that and for not heeding my warnings to come back to me.”
“You? You’re my stalker?” Cassie rose, uncaring about her nudity as she stared at him in disbelief, finding it hard to believe she made such an impression on him or he’d blame her for ignoring her safeword. “I said cherry over and over, but you ignored me!” she exclaimed in outrage. “You deserved to be tossed out of there.” She didn’t know where her bravado came from because inside she quaked so hard she felt sick with fear. Maybe being flanked by two men who outweighed Greg helped lend her the courage she needed to face her tormentor. She had cowered away from this man once; she refused to let him see her that way again.
“Cassie.”
She ignored Marc’s warning, intent on holding her own. “Greg, I told you up front I wanted Marc, it was him I was there to learn for,” she stated, ignoring the tight squeeze Marc gave her arm as he shoved her behind him then released her to shield her with his body planted in front of her.
“I don’t care what you told me. Come here, Cassie.” Greg aimed the gun at Marc. “Or your boyfriend gets the first bullet.”
“No! I’ll come with you.” Panic and insurmountable fear for both Marc and Scott enabled her to dart around them before either could stop her. Stepping out of the tub, shaking from the cool air and terror, she took one shaky step toward him before her nerve deserted her and left her rooted in place.
“Cassie, get away from him,” Marc snapped, swearing when she agilely evaded his reach, trying to figure out if he could rush this guy and give Scott a chance to get to his gun by his clothes, where he was already inching toward.
Greg reached forward, grabbed Cassie, and pulled her in front of him. Putting the gun to her head, he gripped her breast with his free hand and squeezed.
Cassie bit her lip and Marc growled. He would take this bastard apart with his bare hands for causing her distress. With relief, he noticed Jack sneaking up behind Greg, his rifle cocked and ready.
“You’re awfully brave with a woman as a shield,” Marc taunted, stepping out of the tub, preparing to go for this guy as soon as he got the chance.
“Shut up, asshole. I ought to take you out for fucking her, but I need to get going. Come after us and I’ll put a bullet in both of you.”
“You’re not going anywhere. Drop it and let her go.” Jack poked the rifle into the guy’s back while using his free hand to remove the gun from his grip. As soon as he had it, Marc charged him, shoving Cassie toward Jack as he landed a hard blow to Greg’s stomach followed by a sharp uppercut to his jaw. It didn’t surprise him to see him drop and curl into a ball. The guy bullied only those weaker than him, like innocent subs who should have been able to trust him. Picturing Cassie tied, crying out her safeword in fear and pain and being ignored had him leaning down and lifting Greg’s head by his hair to deliver another solid blow to his not so pretty face. “That was for my sub.”
Scott moved fast to cuff him before scowling at Marc. “You had to go and deck him again, didn’t you?”
“If I hadn’t, you would have.”
“Exactly. You got all the fun.” Scott got dressed and hauled Greg off, leaving Cassie in Marc’s arms.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jack said with a wink at Cassie’s wide-eyed look.
“I owe you, Jack. Thanks.” Marc hugged her shaking body tighter when she turned her face into his shoulder and wept.
“No, you don’t,” he replied. “You forget, I know what she means to you.”
Gripping her upper arms, he moved her back just far enough to growl, “Want to tell me what the fuck you were trying to prove just now? I told you to stay back.”
Cocking her head, her simple answer all but floored him. “I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
Closing his eyes against the proof of her trust shining on her open face, he hauled her against him, not even trying to disguise his shaken voice as he whispered, “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?”
“Maybe as much as you mean to me, Marc. I love you.”
“I’ve waited a long time to hear those words, darlin’. You might have to say them a lot to make up for lost time.”
Cassie beamed up at him. “I can do that.”
The End
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