“I need to get my bike.” I’ll ride mine, he can ride Sin’s, and Laikyn can follow us to Carnage to drop them off before taking him home. Sin can come get his tomorrow or the next day because I know he won’t be selling it.
“They’re already at Carnage,” he informs me, and when I frown, he explains. “I called Haynes to inform him of what was going on, and I asked him to leave them there. Then I called Saint and Haidyn. They had the girls drive them to the gas station, where they picked them up.”
Great.Now I have to explain to my brothers what the fuck I was doing fighting two idiots at a gas station with Sin.
I enter Carnage and rush to my room. Before I jump in the shower, I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls.
Nothing.
I’m not sure what I expected. Everett isn’t going to call or text me. I’m not even sure she knows I saved my number in her phone. I knew she’d never ask for it.
I made sure to get hers when I went through her phone for Adam’s. I just haven’t used it. No need to. I know where she lives and where she hangs out.
Her life is pretty simple if you remove the fact that she kills men for a living and works for the Lords. She’s got a double life that is going to catch up to her eventually, and I’m going to have to save her from it.
Entering my bathroom, I remove my clothes and turn on the shower. I’m covered in dirt and loose gravel from lying face down in a gas station parking lot.
I begin to rinse off and grab the soap. As I wash my cock, it hardens in my hands, and I can’t help but think of my girl and what she did for me the past two days. She was exceptional.
God, I’ve never experienced something like that before. I’ve paid for sex and of course taken women home from the club—one-night stands have been my thing. But this was something different. More intimate.
She kneels by the wall, her leash connected to the hook above her head. She quietly sits there, waiting for me to use her.
I finish grabbing some things out of my bag before I toss it to the side. Then I go and grab her leash, pull her to stand, and walk her over to the four-poster bed that sits up against the wall of stained-glass windows.
Turning to face her, I gently unclasp her nipple clamps, and a small cry comes from her lips. I rub them tenderly, causing her to push into me and turning her cry into a moan.
“Crawl into bed. Lie on your stomach,” I order.
She does as she’s told as gracefully as she can. Her arms are still secured behind her back, and that’s where they’re going to stay until I’m done with her.
I grab what I need and then wrap the last remaining belts around her ankles and thighs, buckling them in place. She can’t move an inch. Nor can she try and rub her legs together. I’ve seen her try to get some sort of friction where she needs it most.
Once she’s secure, I pull the sashes on the drapes to close the curtains. It’s been a long night. The sun will be rising soon, and my girl needs her sleep if I’m going to use her how I plan.
“Get some rest, angel,” I tell her, pulling the covers up and over her body. “I’ll wake you in the morning.” With that, I walk away, leaving her in bed whimpering while I go and sit at the table. I have some emails I need to go over before I can take a nap.
I turn off the shower and get out, drying off. I never ended up getting that nap. It didn’t take her long to pass out from exhaustion. I let Eve sleep for two hours before I woke her up, dragged her head to hang off the side of the bed, and started to fuck her mouth again.
She didn’t disappoint. She was willing to give me everything I wanted and more. But the point was to leave her needy. To push her to see just what she would do in order to get what she wanted.
Begging was at the top of her list. Her desperate voice still sings in my ears.
“Please…Kash…please fuck me…I need you.”
It was a glorious sight to see. Hearing her beg was even better. It took every bit of willpower I had to not give her what she begged so sweetly for.
My angel has no clue, but I’m going to give her what she wants tonight. I’m going to lie down, pass the fuck out for the day, and then go out tonight. I’m going to surprise her at her house and bring the bag full of goodies I ordered just for her. This time she’ll be begging me to stop making her come.
It’s all about balance.
EVERETT
It’s late. The clock on my dash reads almost midnight. I’m driving home after killing another unlucky bastard at the motel. My face is throbbing and my side hurts.
I didn’t realize how much my two days with Kashton had weakened me. All the alcohol I consumed probably didn’t help. I almost gave up; the guy was over two hours late and then gave me some bullshit line that his wife wouldn’t let him leave and he had to wait for her to pass out before he could sneak out.
These bastards’ wives should thank me for taking care of their problems. Their husbands die and they get to reap the rewards of their life insurance.
