Page 53 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Cid, Khaos this is Rosemary, Sage and finally Cassia.”

Cid nods and raises his beer. Khaos smiles warmly. “Pleasure.”

“Welcome to our home, ladies.” Eryx sounded happy. “We will be outside at the pool side, cooking some seafood and beef.”

“Oh, sounds great. Do you cook, Cid?” Cassia asks, biting her bottom lip.

“Yes,” is all he says.

Cassia walks into Cid personal space, her long locs swaying with each move she makes. “Can I touch it?”

“Touch what?” He puts his beer down, bracing himself against the tiled counter.

“You neck tattoos,” Cassia says.

Cid throws his head back as Cassia grazes his skin with her fingertips. “This is art.”

“I got all over my body,” Cid says as he lowers his neck and stares into Cassia’s eyes.

“All over?” Cassia bounces on her tiptoes in excitement.

“Yeah, and each one tells a story. Maybe I can show you sometime,” Cid replies.

“Chapter by chapter?” Cassia smirks.

“Chapter by fucking chapter?” Cid licks his lips letting his gaze linger on Cassia’s face.

I look at Rosemary and mouth. “What the hell is wrong with Cassy?”

Rosemary shrugs I don’t know as she places Kai in his highchair.

“I would like that,” Cassy says as she walks back to Rosemary side.

Khaos coughs into his hands. “What stutter?”

“Chapter by fucking chapter?” Kyros leans into Khaos and mutter, holding his laugh.

Cid side eyes Kyros and Khaos.

“Outside, let’s go.” Zac takes the cooler marches to the back door. He stops in front of Sage and kisses her.

“You good?” he questions her.

“I’m great. Go chill with the guys.” Sages rubs her tummy; the flowing teal dress makes her look ethereal.

Cid stops in front of Cassy, picking up a loc that is over her shoulder, he rubs it between his fingers. “You’re pretty.”

Cassia’s smile widens. “You smell great.”

“Come on Romeo, let go before you start spouting sonnets,” Khaos taps Cid shoulder.

Instead of following the guy’s Eryx passes my way and stops in front of me. His hands are in his pocket.

God, he smells so good. It’s like he soaks his shirts in cologne. He stands there, his gray eyes tracing the outline of my body. Oh, it feels hot in here.

“What?” well that came out sounding aggressive.

He smirks. “I want to get the tongs behind. You, okay?”

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