Dominating Cassidy Read Free

simple as that. You tell me, Scott. Can you watch her walk away or would you share her to be able to see her smile every day?” Gary asked his brother.
    He saw Scott fighting with himself. The way he held himself back with the instinct to refuse. “I’d rather share her than have nothing of her,” Scott finally admitted after some time.
    “And you?” Gary looked at Roy for his answer.
    “I have loved Cassidy for most of my life. I’d do anything to be with her,” Roy answered.
    “What about you?” He turned to Jesse, the youngest of all the brothers.
    “I’d give everything for her happiness. I’m the one who beat the shit out of that asshole who used her, remember? Sharing her with Michael would not be a hardship. He clearly loves her, otherwise he wouldn’t be here trying to get us to do the same.”
    Gary nodded, recalling the fuck head who’d dated Cassidy when she was nineteen. He’d watched the fucking loser, Luke something, around Long Mead. He would never forget the day he opened the door to see her crying and in pain. Luke had taken what he wanted from her and moved on to the next woman. None of them had been able to stop Jesse from finding the asshole and beating him to a pulp.
    “We’re in agreement then?”
    They all nodded. Gary went to the door and saw Michael returning from the path leading to Cassidy’s place. “What were you doing?” he asked.
    Michael walked back inside. “I went to visit Cassidy. She’s not in good shape. She doesn’t want to choose, and if we don’t come to some agreement, then we’re going to lose her.”
    Gary noted the flush on the other man. Something had happened back at Cassidy’s house, he was certain.
    He wouldn’t ask. From this night on, they would all be equal to Cassidy’s affections.
    “Have you made a decision?” Michael asked.
    “Yes. We’re willing to share.” Gary hoped he’d made the right decision. Staring behind him at the outline of Cassidy’s house, he hoped to god he would have her love soon.
     
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    Jesse went to his room as his three older brothers saw Michael to the door. He closed the door and let out the breath he’d been holding. For the last few weeks he’d been waiting for this stalemate between his brothers and the sheriff to come to a close. Watching Cassidy had been a nightmare. She always looked so troubled when she should be happy. There were five men who wanted nothing more than to love her, but she had to choose. Moving away from the door, he sat on the edge of his bed. He leaned down and grabbed the wooden box from under his bed.
    Releasing the latch, he opened the lid. None of his brothers knew about the trinkets he’d kept over the years. His personal memories of Cassidy Jocks. He’d still been in high school when she had. Three years separated them in age. The short age gap hadn’t stopped them from being close friends.
    He pulled out a couple of faded movie tickets from when he’d taken her out on a date. Well, he’d seen it as a date whereas she saw it as two friends going out together. A couple of shells from the beach when he’d driven both of them down to sea for the day. Some of the trinkets were receipts he kept from meals they had shared together. A handkerchief she’d given him when he cut his hand while chopping some vegetables for a barbeque. It was washed, but he couldn’t throw it out as it belonged to her. Moving other bits and pieces out of the way, he pulled out a handful of pictures he had of her. He placed the box on the bed at his side, and looked at the pictures with care.
    The first one he took with her sister when she came to visit Cassidy at the ranch. She came in every morning and evening to cook for them and clean their house. They wanted her close to them so they could protect her. He placed the picture at the back and moved to the next one. She stood near a Christmas tree wearing a reindeer sweater and smiling at him. It had been their first Christmas together, and