Her lashes flutter open while she tries to catch her breath. I lean forward and gently kiss her plump lips. “My cum will leak from your cunt tonight while we’re out on the town. You will not touch yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she whispers.
“Get ready.” I kiss her parted lips once more before I pull away and let go of her neck, going to pick out her outfit.
FORTY-TWO
KASHTON
Istand with my back to the wall inside the elevator at Carnage. My hands are in Eve’s hair while her arms are wrapped around my neck. She moans into my mouth while her hips grind into mine.
“I have to go.” She groans in disappointment but makes no move to pull away.
“Let’s go back upstairs,” I urge. We’ve been back from Vegas for two days and have spent every second in my room. We went out in Vegas that first night and then spent most of our time there in bed as well.
I can’t get enough of her.
The sound of the door opening has me deepening the kiss. Just a way to keep her where I want her a little while longer. We didn’t even sleep last night, and my cock is still hard.
Someone clears their throat, and Eve pulls away. I side-eye Ashtyn, dropping my hands from Eve’s hair before putting my attention back on Everett. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
She gives me a naughty smile. “No need. My place tonight?”
“Absolutely.” My eyes drop to the black pleated miniskirt she wears. I want to lift it up so I can see her cum-covered thong from all the times I came inside her over the past forty-eight hours.
Stepping forward, she kisses me one last time, and I slap her ass playfully, making her yelp. Then she turns, giggling, and exits the elevator just as the door slides closed.
I place my hands in my pockets and lean back against the wall. Closing my eyes, I exhale, not looking forward to this long day. I’d much rather be in bed with Eve. All she had to do was say yes, and I would have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her back up to my room.
“So…you and Eve.” Ashtyn speaks for the first time since she stepped into the elevator and interrupted us. “Is it serious?”
I say nothing while I also ignore the vibrating phone in my pocket. It’s probably Adam. I’m avoiding him. I asked if the text I received in Las Vegashad anything to do with the cops coming to collect Eve, and he said no. They are still gathering whatever it is they think they’ll find that’ll give them cause to arrest my girl. That was all I needed to know.
“I mean, I guess that’s a stupid question.” She goes on at my silence. “You’ve only known her what? A month at the most? But then again, Haidyn married Charlotte rather quickly.”
“Six years,” I answer to stop her rambling. “I’ve known Eve for six years.” Not a lie.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen before they drop to the floor.
Then I add, “You were gone for a long time, Ash. A lot changed.”
“Yeah.” The elevator stops at the basement, and as the door opens, she whispers to herself, “I guess.”
I step in front of her, blocking her only way out. “What you did with Jasmine in Vegas? Don’t ever pull that shit again. My relationship with Eve is that serious. Do you understand?” I’m not going to mention theTitanicbullshit because then I’d be ratting out Eve for telling me. That’s what she wants. To think that Eve is threatened by her. I won’t give her that satisfaction.
Ashtyn swallows nervously before giving a soft nod. “I understand.”
Turning, I give her my back and exit the elevator into the basement. I see Saint and Haidyn with Benny. He’s naked and crying. They are always fucking crying. How is the bastard not dead yet?
“Hey, sweetheart.” Saint smiles at Ashtyn when she comes up behind me.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, now frowning. “Everything okay?”
“I’m just tired. I’m going to go back upstairs. Gonna take a nap.”
“Okay. I’ll walk you up there.”
