“Wouldn’t flip to a bluff.”
“A bluff? What bluff?”
“I don’t know yet, but it’s worth thinking about because you’ve got a point. I want a shower and my own clothes,” he added the minute they stepped into the house, and headed straight upstairs.
Cybil considered. She heard the voices from the kitchen. Quinn and Cal had left the gym a good twenty minutes before, and were probably finishing up breakfast and talking with Fox and Layla. She could go back, grab some coffee before going up. Or…
Since the shower was already running, she stripped in the bedroom before strolling in. Hair dripping, Gage narrowed his eyes when she tugged back the curtain and stepped in with him.
“Mind?”
His gaze skimmed over her, then stayed steady on hers. “There’s probably enough water for both of us.”
“That’s what I thought.” Casually, she picked up her tube of gel, squirted a generous amount into her hand. “And twofers are more efficient. Plus.” Watching him, she soaped her breasts in slow circles. “I could pay you back for the night spent on the couch, and the stint at the gym.”
“I don’t see any money on you.”
“Barter system.” Slick and soapy, she pressed against him. “Unless you’d rather take an IOU.”
He plunged his hand into her hair, got a good grip to jerk her face up to his. “Pay up,” he demanded, then closed his mouth over hers.
There it was, she thought, outrageously grateful. There was the instant thrill, the response, the need. It had taken nothing from her. His body moved wet and hard against hers, his mouth took from hers, and there was nothing, nothing but pleasure.
“Touch me.” She demanded it, using her teeth, her nails. Nothing fragile here, nothing damaged or in need of tending. Touch me, she thought, take me. Make me feel utterly, utterly human.
He’d wanted to give her time, had been prepared to give her room. And perhaps to give both to himself as well. But her need, the challenge and raw edges of it spoke to his own. So he touched, hands sliding over that sleek skin as the steam plumed and the water pounded.
And he took, pressing her back to the wet tiles, keeping his eyes on hers as he thrust into her. What he saw in hers was dark delight. He gripped her hips to anchor her, drove them both to peak.
Winded, she dropped her head to his shoulder. “Just hang on a minute.”
“Same goes.”
“Okay. All right. Thanks for getting into the spirit so quickly.”
“Same goes.”
She laughed, stayed where she was. “This might be a good time to say that I didn’t like you, particularly, when we first met.”
He let his eyes close, let himself steep in her scent. “I’m going to repeat myself again. Same goes.”
“My first instincts are generally very accurate. Not this time. I do like you, and not just because you’re very talented in bed, and in the shower.”
Idly, hardly realizing he did so, he traced the tattoo at the base of her spine with a fingertip. “You’re not as annoying as I initially thought.”
“Here we are, all wet and naked and sentimental.” Sighing now, she eased back to study him through the steam. “I trust you. That’s an important issue for me. I can work with someone I don’t completely trust, it just makes it a little more of a challenge. I can sleep with someone I don’t completely trust, it just means it’s going to be a very brief encounter. But the work’s more productive, and the sex more satisfying, when I trust.”
“You want to shake on that?”
She laughed again. “A superfluous gesture, under the circumstances.” She lifted the gel again, turned his hand over and poured some into his palm. And turned. “But you could wash my back.”
AN HOUR LATER, CYBIL POURED HER FIRST FULL cup of coffee, and had to admit she felt well-buzzed without it. She went upstairs to the office where Quinn and Layla sat at laptops. On the chart, her rape was documented.
Good, Cybil thought. It was good to see it there, straight-out, and know she’d survived it intact. “I’m going to keep the setup in my room this morning,” she told them. “But I asked Gage to come back later. It’s time we tried another link. I’m hoping one or both of you will hang around, act as an anchor.”
“We’ll be here,” Quinn said.
“Did you know Gage stayed, slept on the couch downstairs?”
“We talked about going back with him, to Cal ’s.” Layla swiveled away from the keyboard. “He said he was staying. The fact is, none of us wanted to leave in case you had a bad night.”
“Maybe because none of you left, I didn’t have one. Thanks.”
“I’ve got something that might perk you up, too. This house.” Quinn spread her hands. “Or the land this house is on-considerably more of it at one time, but this particular plot? Ann Hawkins’s grandson Patrick Hawkins, son of Fletcher, owned it. Fox is checking on his building, but I’d say we’re well on the way to proving another theory.”
“If this is right, and even if Gage’s definition of it as prison is more accurate than mine as sanctuary,” Layla continued, “it could give us a viable way to protect people. At least some people.”
“The more we can protect or at least give a fighting chance to, the more we’ll be able to focus on attack.” Cybil nodded. “I agree. And we are going to have to attack. It’s going to have to be at the Pagan Stone. I know we haven’t discussed it, not in detail since the men are resistant, but whatever we do to end it is going to have to be done there. We can’t be here, in town, putting out fires, trying to stop people from hurting themselves or each other. We all know when and where we’ll take our stand.”
“Midnight,” Quinn said with a sigh. “As July seventh begins. As this Seven begins, in full. I know you’re right. I think we all know it, but it feels like we’re deserting the field.”
“And it’s going to be harder on them, the guys,” Layla added. “Because they tried it before, and failed.”
“We’re not deserting the field. We’re taking the game to ours. We won’t fail this time, because we can’t.” Cybil looked back at the chart. “It doesn’t know us. It thinks it understands, and part of its understanding is that we’re weak, fragile, vulnerable. It’s got reason to think that. It comes, and in a very real way, it wins. Every time. Getting stronger, every time.”
“Dent took it down,” Layla reminded her. “For centuries.”
“Dent broke the rules, sacrificed himself. And he was a guardian.” Quinn angled her head as she studied Cybil’s face. “And still, it was a stopgap, still the burden and some of the power had to be passed on. Diluted, fractured. It took the six of us to reform that power and we still don’t know how to use it. But…”
“Yes, but. We have it now, and the means to learn. We know the time and the place,” Cybil said again. “We’re complete with the six of us. Those images I had, of something happening to each of us. I think they were warnings. It has to try to fracture us again, to dilute what we have. We can’t and we won’t let that happen.”
“I’ll talk to Cal about ending this at the Pagan Stone. Part of him knows it has to be that way already.”
“The same with Fox,” Layla said. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Which leaves me with Gage.” Cybil let out a breath.
GAGE PACED CAL ’S OFFICE. “SHE WANTS TO TRY the link again. Today.”
“Not that many todays left, son, before the big one. No point wasting any.”
“You know what it’s like, even pushing that on your own. It’s a fucking sucker punch. She had a bad experience yesterday. The worst.”
“Are you looking out for her?”
Gage stopped, baffled, annoyed. “No more than I would anybody. Plus, I’m looking out for myself. If she can’t handle it-”