She makes herself a coffee and turns back to the island, face like stone. Her eyes drift down his body. “Do you need that taken out?” She gestures loosely toward his arm.
“I can do it,” Caden says, ice cold.
“I don’t mind,” she says.
Ah, guilt’s eating her up, I see.
I glance at Caden. “She’d probably do it better.”
Cade licks his teeth.
I look at Elodie and jerk my head toward Caden. “Go on.”
Elodie grabs a tissue from the kitchen roll and tentatively approaches. Cade brings his arm up and rests it on the counter, dark eyes glued to her.
She touches his arm lightly, and I don’t miss the goosebumps rising on his skin. She places the tissue over the cannula and, almost as smoothly as a professional, she swipes the needle from his arm. Cade doesn’t even wince. Doesn’t even blink as his gaze remains locked on her face.
“Keep the tissue pressed on there a moment.”
He does.
She backs away, wrapping the needle in a few layers of tissue and dumping it in the bin. Cade trails her every movement.
“You’ll probably need a fresh bandage on that too,” she says, pointing to his stomach.
“I can do that just fine,” Caden says.
Elodie nods slowly, picks her coffee back up.
There’s something brewing here. I’m not sure whether I should rub my hands together or run for cover.
“How are you feeling?” she mumbles.
I admire the size of her balls. Acting like she cares. Like she didn’t do exactly something I would have done. Like she’s so fucking innocent.
“Achey, tired, sore,” Caden says, removing the tissue and drumming his fingers on the counter. “And that’s just after what you did to me.”
She chokes on a sip of coffee, her cheeks burning red, but to her credit, she keeps her voice steady. “What are you talking about?”
The line of Cade’s jaw tightens. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Elodie. If I weren’t in so much pain, you’d be getting punished right now, so consider yourself lucky.”
The little minx actually smirks at him. My heart rate picks up several paces. “What’s the matter, Caden,” she sneers, “can’t take someone using you? Taking something you didn’t willingly give?”
My cheeks puff out in disbelief. Maybe this girl could be one of us after all.
“Fiz,” Caden says coolly, not turning to me.
“Yeah, bro?”
“Would you mind holding this little slut down for a second?”
I’m in motion immediately, but so is Elodie. She attempts to dart out of the kitchen, but she doesn’t even make it to the door before I’ve got an arm wrapped around her waist and carrying her back over to Caden.
I drop her down on the granite top of the island, her head slamming down harder than necessary as I hold her arms above her head. Her legs kick wildly as Caden pushes up from his stool and climbs on top.
She pushes her knees up to her chest and tries to kick him in the face as he hovers over her. He narrowly misses and gets her legs underneath him.
I admire his strength and obsession to conquer, but he looks like he’s barely holding himself upright as he kneels over her.
