“What is on these?” I call loud enough so Kashton can hear me.
He answers from my bathroom, knowing what I’m referring to. “I painted Mod Podge on the tips and then dipped them in coarse-grain sand. Once they were dry, I sprayed a clear lacquer over it to help seal them.”
He made these for me? I love how much thought he puts into making sure I feel…something. That he keeps me present when I want to curl into myself. Kashton wants me to know that he’s the one playing with me. That I’m getting off for him.
“Ready?” He exits my bathroom, pulling my Prada embroidered fabric trolley and matching duffel bag.
“Yeah,” I answer softly, getting to my feet.
While he was bathing me, he talked me into going back to Carnage with him. Well, I can’t say that—he told me we were going to Carnage, and I didn’t have the mental strength to argue with him.
If that was his plan, it worked. All Lords are calculated in how they play the game.
Taking my hand, he escorts me out to my garage and opens my passenger door. “You’re not following me?” I wonder.
“No. Leaving my bike in my garage. I’ll come get it another time.”
I fall into the car while he places my bags in the trunk before getting behind the wheel.
I look out my window. It’s still daylight. The clock tells me it’s a little after four p.m. How long were we in his basement? How many times did I come all over myself?
I can’t answer either question.
He reaches over, and my fingers automatically curl into his, holding his hand. It’s terrifying how good it feels to be wanted by someone you know will desert you when they find out who you truly are.
“How do you feel?” he asks, interrupting my internal rambling. He always knows when my mind slips away.
“Fine,” I answer.
“Eve.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Talk to me.”
Laying my head against the headrest, I give him a reassuring smile. “Really. Just tired.” The sedative still lingers in my system.
“When we get home, I’ll have Jessie bring us some lunch and have Devin give you an IV. Afterward, we’ll take a nap. How’s that sound?”
Is he going to tie me up and make me wait to be played with while we nap? Fuck, I hope so. “Sounds good.”
THIRTY-NINE
EVERETT
“The guys and I have to go to Vegas. Will you come with me?” he asks, standing in the doorway of his bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand and a towel wrapped around his hips.
I roll onto my side, propping my head up. It’s been a week since he found me sitting on my kitchen floor, and we’ve been hiding out here at Carnage since. He’s tried to keep my mind off the Lords with sex. It’s working. I haven’t had much alcohol. They say those with addictions trade one for the other. He’s become mine.
Before I answer, I allow my eyes to travel over his chiseled abs and hard chest. The ink that covers his skin is mesmerizing. One of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Ashtyn and Charlotte are coming. I figured you could help keep them company while the guys and I take care of business.”
If he only knew how much I can’t stand Ashtyn, he wouldn’t have used her to try and convince me to go.
“You want me to babysit two grown adults?” My eyes finally find his. “Because I promise you, I’m not the most responsible one out of the bunch.” Charlotte holds that title.
“I wouldn’t call it babysitting.” He turns, giving me his back, and it’s just as beautiful as the front. Entering the bathroom, he finishes brushing his teeth.
“Then what would you call it?”
Coming back to the bedroom, he shoves me onto my back and straddles me. His towel is now long gone. He pushes hair off my face as his eyes run over my jaw and down my neck to my bare chest. A shiver runs up my spine when he licks his lips like he’s ready to feast on me. “Charlotte and Ashtyn…” He trails off.
