Four hours later, I lie on the rug in front of the coffee table, laughing hysterically with Izzy as we try our hardest to perfect every gym couple challenge that comes up on our social media feeds. And for what it’s worth, I fucking suck. Kind of. If we weren’t already halfway through our fourth bottle of wine, we probably wouldn’t have face-planted so many times.
I’ve gotta give it to Izzy, though. Pilates is paying off. This bitch is stronger than she looks. Hell, I know Ace and Diesel spend their nights thinking about tossing her around, but when it comes down to it, I reckon Izzy’s got what it takes to throw those big bastards over her petite shoulder, spank their asses, and have her wicked way with them all while they gape in shock.
The thought brings a smile to my face, and as it invokes another round of hysterical laughter, Laith watches us from his position on the couch, not having moved since the moment he first sat down. He’s been in a mood since his team lost the game, muttering about bad calls and interference, and honestly, when he gets like this, he’s no fun. Don’t get me wrong, I love himlike a fat raccoon loves a stanky dumpster, but I don’t have the patience for sulky man-boys.
By the time nine p.m. rolls around, a heaviness has entered my chest as I watch both Laith and Izzy file out of my new home and make their way to the Uber waiting at the bottom of the driveway. It’s been a fun night, and if it weren’t for their chaotic schedules, I have no doubt that they both would have crashed here, and our night would have gone into the early hours of tomorrow morning.
Despite it being a Saturday night, Izzy is deep in the zone when it comes to next year’s fall line, and Laith is currently working on one of the biggest cases to rock Blackstone and will be back at the office before seven to go over old case files. It’s a miracle I was able to get them both to come over at the same time. Usually that shit never happens, but when you’ve been jumped, gone certifiably insane, and been stabbed in a parking garage, people tend to give you whatever the hell you want.
Maybe it’s sick to use that shit to my advantage, but what’s the point in having all this trauma if I can’t use it as a manipulation tool against my friends?
Waving goodbye from the doorstep, I watch as the Uber pulls away, and the moment I’m left alone, I find my gaze sweeping up and down the street, searching the shadows for anything that’s not supposed to be there.
Ever since that black rose showed up on the doorstep, I’ve been racking my brain, trying to figure out who the hell is behind all of this. Well, if I’m completely honest, I’ve been trying to figure it out since the moment he approached me in the parking garage. And the list of potential attackers is pathetic.
First on the chopping block, we have Vincent. I don’t feel great about this assumption, but he fits the height and build. His voice was off, though. The stalker’s tone was much deeper, but that’s not exactly something I should be basing this shit off.Voices can be altered. Not to mention, he works at the hospital and has access to every room, office, and surgical space. If I’m correct in assuming it’s Vincent, he could have easily entered Dr. Carzy’s office and found my notes. The only problem is that I don’t feel Vincent is the type of man to hurt a woman. He’s too compassionate, too caring. All he wants is to raise his daughters and get by in life.
I’ve considered Knight to be behind all of this, but the moment the thought entered my brain, it swiftly exploded into a million tiny pieces and disintegrated to ashes. He couldn’t be behind any of this. Don’t get me wrong, if he wanted to stalk me through a parking garage and then fuck me as my heart raced with fear, I don’t think I’d have a problem with that. Knowing it was Knight would get me so worked up, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. But I saw the look on his face in the hospital. I hear the fear in his tone when he begs me not to go to work, the terror in his eyes when he has no choice but to send me on my way. Despite also being the right height and build, there’s simply no way it could be him.
Dr. McKullan is another potential suspect. He really doesn’t tick a lot of boxes, but he has access to the hospital. He’s tall, but not six-foot-four tall, and he’s getting on in age. I don’t know if he has the stamina to play vile games like this.
The only other options I’ve got are Laith, Ace, and Diesel, which seem ridiculous, or maybe one of the guys who were involved in jumping me outside that tattoo parlor. I don’t know anything about those guys, not what they look like or what they’re capable of. I only know that after Knight “dealt” with them, they would more than likely hold a very large grudge.
As for Laith, Ace, and Diesel . . . There’s just no way.
Seeing that the coast is clear, I close the door and lock it behind me before taking my ass back to the couch. Normal people might consider going to bed, but after years of workingnight shift, my body’s internal clock is all over the place, and I don’t think sleep is going to come for a while.
Knight isn’t going to be home for another few hours, so with nothing else to do, I put a movie on. Only before the opening credits have even started, I’m already bored.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I find myself staring up at the ceiling. I could probably call Knight and he’d drop whatever work he’s doing and come right home just to keep me company, but I would never take him away from what he loves. Especially considering his job is just as important to him as mine is to me.
God, I’m so in love with him. The way he loves me. The way he protects and adores me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, despite how insanely infuriating he can be at times. What I love most is the way he works my body. The way he puts it down has me seeing stars. There’s no doubt about it; Knight Slater is a fucking beast between the sheets.
The very thought has a smile pulling across my face, and as I picture the way his tongue works over my clit, I clench my thighs as a heavy throbbing makes itself known deep in my core.
Damn. Why is he always at work when the need to climb him like a tree strikes?
Handling my business myself is something that’s become increasingly less popular. Now that I know how incredible sex can be when I’m at Knight’s mercy, it puts a damper on the toys in my bedside table. They just don’t hold the same allure they once did, but that doesn’t mean I have to rule them out entirely.
With that in mind, my gaze sweeps to the little red box left on the coffee table.
“Well, well,” I say to myself. “Don’t mind if I do!”
Scooping my brand-new vibrator off the coffee table, a thrill drums through my body. There’s nothing quite like experiencing a new vibrator for the first time. Knight’s cock being the only exception to that, of course.
It takes three seconds to get in the zone, tearing my clothes off and making myself comfortable on the couch. I hope like fuck that Knight doesn’t decide to choose this exact moment to come home from work. Though I think I’m in the clear. He shouldn’t be home for a while, meaning I have all the time in the world to discover the beauty of this new red vibrator.
Everything clenches south of the border, and as I pluck the vibrator out of the box, I’m left with a few questions. It’s an odd shape, not one I’ve particularly experienced before, and while I have more than my fair share of experience with vibrators, I’ve never had the pleasure of experimenting with one like this.
Judging by shape and size, it’s clearly meant for internal use, unlike its many overused adopted siblings who are currently crying out for attention in my bedside drawer. They exclusively play the clit game, but hell, I’m down to try new things. Besides, Izzy swears by this vibrator, so what do I have to lose?
Fiddling with the settings, I find one that I can get down with, and as my fingers trail down my body and skim over my sensitive clit, my hips jolt, desperate to see what Little Red can do.
The thrill that pulses through me is electrifying, and as my fingers continue working over my clit, I bring Little Red to my core. It immediately buzzes against my skin, and I suck in a breath, my body already so wound up. I mean, shit. I didn’t think anything could rival Knight’s tongue, but he might just have some competition after all.
My eyes roll in the back of my head, and as I gently push the little red vibrator inside me, my whole body begins to spasm. “Ohhhhhhh shiiiiit,” I groan. I was not prepared for this. My whole body feels as though it’s being electrocuted from the inside out, but being the trooper that I am, and being up for any challenge that the world throws at me, I keep pushing it higher until there’s nowhere else for it to go.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
