There’s always a party. It’s funny how predictable they all are. “Sounds good.” I down what’s left of mine while he orders another.
I pick up my cell and send a text to the group chat that Kashton added me to this afternoon.
Get ready.
Then I turn my cell off. I don’t need a response, and I don’t want this man to read my texts.
I take a quick look over my left shoulder and up to the breezeway, noticing Kashton isn’t there. My eyes quickly scan the club. It’s useless, though. The neon lights flash to the bass of the music, so it’s hard to focus on much.
Something wet drops on my thigh and I look down, running my fingers through it, smearing it over my skin. Frowning, I look at my hand and rub my fingers over the oily substance. I take the bar napkin and wipe it off along with my thigh. Then feel up under the bar to see if something is dripping, but it’s dry.
Weird.
“Here you go.”
I wad up the napkin and toss it onto the bar, then take the shot from him. We clank them together once more and down them.
Without another word, we get up, and I follow him through the club and out the back door where I immediately step to the right for Alex and Colton to jump him. The poor bastard never saw it coming. He tries fighting back, but they get him tossed into the back of the Cadillac SUV and drive off, squealing the tires within seconds.
Kashton grabs my hand and pulls me toward my car, opening the door for me. I crawl into the back while he takes the driver’s seat and Hooke gets in the passenger side. We had to bring mine for the back seat, and I’m still cramped back here.
My body starts to heat up, and I rub my hands on my bare thighs. Sighing heavily, I lean my head back and close my eyes. My skin is tingling.
“You okay, Eve?”
Looking up, I see Kashton’s pretty blue eyes staring at me in the rearview mirror. “Of course,” I answer him.
He gives me a smile that makes my thong wet. Fuck, I want to sit on his face so bad. I can’t wait to get back to Carnage.
Hooke turns to look at me and frowns. “Are you going to get sick? You had quite a bit to drink.”
I want to argue that I can hold my liquor, but instead I say, “I’m fine.” Just horny as fuck.
They fall back into a conversation while I gently rock my hips back and forth on the seat, imagining it being my husband’s face while my hands are cuffed behind my back.
Kashton reaches around his seat and tucks his tatted hand under my heated knee, and I have to bite my lip to quiet a moan at his touch. I wish Hooke would have gone with the others so I could beg my husband to fuck me.
SIXTY-THREE
KASHTON
Ienter the basement with Eve’s hand in mine. Everyone beat us back to Carnage. We took our time, knowing it would take them a little while to set the motherfucker up.
He kneels in the center of the room, still dressed and face bloody. Alex and Colton only hit him a couple of times. We’re going to do the rest.
Sin digs into his back pocket and removes his wallet. “Maxwell,” he states, reading off his license.
“Where is she?” Hooke demands, shoving the picture of his assistant in the man’s face.
The guy throws his head back, laughing, and Hooke kicks him in the side, pushing him over. After a second, he sits up and his eyes go to my wife.
She stands by the wall, arms crossed over her chest and head down. I think she had a little too much to drink. Even with her high tolerance. We didn’t expect him to take so long to arrive.
“How’s the whore doing?” Maxwell asks, and I look back at him.
“Excuse me?” I ask. He’d better not be talking about my wife.
He smiles at Eve, his eyes lazily looking her up and down while he runs his tongue over his bloody lip. “Look at her. The bitch is begging to be fucked. It’s too hard to resist.”
