“Because you were not listening!” Lucien said.
“I was thinking.”
“I was thinking, also,” Thor said, “and I still heard him.”
Kane glared at him. “I was thinking deeply.”
“Stroking your cock does not count as thinking deeply!” Jared snarled.
“I do not know why it would not!” Kane snapped. “It takes a great deal of focus when everyone is babbling around one!”
“Because it is not deliberation. You are not considering anything. You are emptying your mind of thought to allow it to focus upon pleasure.”
Kane stared at Sebastian. “Is that how you do it? Because that is not how I do it. I wasfillingmy mind with the images from the pleasure programming and focusing very hard on replacing the female’s face with Chloe’s.”
Sebastian, Jared, and Thor stopped what they were doing and stared at him.
“Did that work?” Sebastian asked.
Kane sighed. “No. I have not seen that expression on Chloe’s face. I tried every expression Ihadseen, but somehow it did not work as well as I had hoped.”
“I have seen that expression,” Damon volunteered.
Jared beaned him on the forehead with his wrench. It bounced off and hit Lucien between the shoulder blades. Lucien twisted around to snatch it up, stared at Damon, who was lying on the deck with his eyes closed and then turned to glare at Jared accusingly. “I should shove this down your throat!” he snarled.
“He would not have anything to work with if you did,” Kane pointed out. “And there are almost no tools as it is.”
“In any case,” Sebastian said tightly, “the monitor would likely consider it aggression and then we would have another day to wait until we could fuck, gods damn it!”
“He has knocked Damon cold already!” Lucien hissed in an undertone. “What are we to do about that if the monitor notices?”
“Check his pulse,” Jared snapped. “If his heart is still beating, he will come around in a bit … and I will have to try harder next time.”
He’d barely gotten the remark out when the monitor noticed Damon sprawled on the floor and stalked toward them. “What is this?” he demanded, gesturing at Damon.
“He is resting,” Kane growled challengingly.
“He is bleeding!” the monitor snapped. “Why is there a knot on his head?”
“His wrench slipped,” Jared growled. “Because these fucking tools will not work on these fucking chairs!”
The monitor narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Where is the wrench?”
Lucien held it up. “It hit me in the back when he dropped it.”
The monitor examined the blood and hair on the wrench, studied Damon for a moment, and finally handed it back to Lucien. “I will beat your brains in with the fucking thing if you start a fight and we end up in the fucking brig!”
Lucien stared at him sullenly when he had walked off and then turned to scowl at Jared. “I did not even have the satisfaction of knocking the fucking bastard out and now the gods damned monitor thinks thatIdid it!”
“It does not matter,” Sebastian said. “He will not say anything because he wants Reuel to put up the dance cards again as much as we do.”
“I feel like shoving the fucking dance cards down Reuel’s throat,” Jared muttered.
“Well he cannotreadthe gods damned things if you do that!” Kane snapped.
“I did not even get my name on the last one!” Jared growled.
“You might have if you had not decided to beat Seth’s head into the wall only because he signed Chloe’s dance card before you could!” Sebastian ground out.
