Machine let out a moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I made a noise of contentment and placed my free hand at the base of him, stroking in tandem with my mouth. Machine tangled his hand into my messy bun and held it there as I moved up and down.
I groaned when I felt him get harder in my mouth. I continued to breathe through my nose and work him faster until I tasted his release. I sucked harder, making sure to get every drop. Machine moaned and cursed as he came, the sound fanning my desire. I looked up at him with a hooded gaze andwas met with a blissed-out Machine. His mouth was slightly ajar, and his eyes were partly closed. He rubbed his thumb on my jaw.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured.
I smiled and stood up on shaky legs. We stood in the shower staring at one another for several long moments until we heard Lucy whine from the other room.
“She must need to go out,” Machine said absentmindedly as he cupped my jaw.
He pressed one soft kiss to my lips before exiting the shower. I didn’t want to think about the emotions that were starting to fill me. How, for some reason, I wanted him more than I ever could imagine.
I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes, breathing and letting the hot water splash away what we had done. One thing was for certain: we had crossed a line that we could never uncross.
TWENTY-FIVE
MACHINE
“Tool, where are you taking me?” Badger asked for the tenth time as she climbed into my SUV.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the shower from earlier that morning. I wanted to ride this high as long as I could. After I took Lucy out for a walk, I’d asked Badger if I could take her out tonight. She’d said yes with some hesitation, but I could tell that she was intrigued.
“Asking more isn’t going to make me tell you,” I said with a devious smirk, buckling my seatbelt.
Badger huffed and put hers on, looking at me expectantly. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up.
“You could be taking me somewhere to murder me,” she said.
“Well, it’s a good thing you know a thing or two about killing someone with your bare hands,” I quipped back.
She narrowed her eyes. “And don’t you ever forget that.”
“Oh, I’m fully aware of the things you can do with your hands.”
I didn’t miss the smile she was trying to hold back. I chuckled and put the SUV in drive. It only took about ten minutes to get to our destination.
Badger tilted her head in confusion as she took in the location. “Smash Room? What are we doing here?”
“I figured with everything going on with Ricci, the letters, your sister, and staying with me, you may have some pent-up rage. I like coming here to decompress,” I said with a smile.
She returned the smile and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before unbuckling and getting out of the vehicle. We walked inside hand in hand, surprising me. To others, we looked like an ordinary couple. But to us, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
We put on the protective gear, and an employee went over the safety rules before we entered the room. It was scattered with lamps, TVs, mirrors, windows, porcelain, and other breakable items.
I watched Badger as she took it all in. A huge smile blossomed on her face, and my heart swelled.
“You ready?” I asked her, fixing the grip on my bat.
“Fuck yes!” she squealed before heading for an ugly, old-fashioned lamp on one of the tables.
She grabbed the middle of the lamp and slammed it on the floor before taking her bat and brutally hitting the broken pieces.
It felt good to let loose and break shit. Typically, I enjoyed breaking faces, but this was a lot less clean-up for me.
After thirty minutes in the rage room, we took a quick water break and walked into the paint room. Everything was covered in neon paint. Without skipping a beat, Badger walked over to one of the tables and immediately threw one of the paint-filled balloons at me. It hit my stomach and exploded, covering me with a neon-green splatter.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice, Bunny!”
