But that only deepened my blush. “Not helping!”
“Alright, alright,” she brushed the hair back from my face. “How about I get dressed while you pack up, and then I get you home? Sound like a deal?”
“Deal,” I nodded, letting her give me one more kiss before fleeing the scene of one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
32
KIERA
Lucky Strike was quiet today,making it nearly impossible to drown out the flashbacks from my date with Leo. It had been a few days, and my body still ached for her.
Ached for both of them. My eyes flicked over to Spencer whose arm was halfway into an engine block, grease and sweat filling in the blanks of her patchwork sleeve. Everyone else had errands to run, so it was Spence’s day to babysit me.
“Kind of ridiculous that I need a babysitter at this point. I’m already a part of Violence.” I shrugged, twirling a red curl in my fingers as I watched my captor.
Her free hand gripped the grill of the sports car as she met my gaze. “Would you prefer it if I left you alone in that mansion? Knowing you, you’d probably like it best if I strung you up from the ceiling. Isn’t that right, Bunny?” Winking at me, she wiped her hands on a dirty towel.
With a shrug, I pursed my lips. “Who could say? Maybe I’d like it if you could catch me.”
Spencer scoffed as she started to close the distance between us, the bright overhead lights casting a dark shadow on her face.“Seems like my friend didn’t satisfy you on that little date. Need me to finish the job?”
Now she was towering over me, her pulse visible in her throat.
Licking my lips, I was looking for a challenge. “Oh, so you think I’m work?”
Leo had been holding back on me, afraid to show me how she really wanted to take me. But I knew that I really —really— wanted to see it.
And I knew that Spencer wasn’t holding back, wouldn’t hold back even if she wanted to.
Spencer pinned me in place, pressing my arms into the metal cabinet behind my head. “When did you get so bold, Bunny? Not so shy about your little lesbian captors now, are you?”
Opening my mouth to answer, I couldn’t stop the heat from rising in my chest. She looked unbelievable, flexing muscles and burning desire flaring through her body as she looked at me.
I’d never felt more wanted.
Before I could think of anything witty to say back, the side door of the garage swung open. “Getting started without me?”
Spencer pushed off the cabinet and moved back toward the cabinet. “Just finishing what you started.”
“Oh trust me,” Leo laughed as she winked at me. “We finished just fine.”
With a loud thunk, Leo set down a big pallet of cans on a metal table by the side door. She scooted over a few trinkets on the shelf nearby. Once there was some space, Leo ripped open the plastic covering over the cans.
“Dog food?” I moved closer, coming up behind her and peeking over her shoulder. She stacked them two cans high and placed them gently on the shelf — yellow cans with a picturesque labrador staring back.
Jaw dropping, my eyebrows lifted. “You found the dog?”
Leo shook her head, planting a small kiss on my forehead as she kept stacking. “Not yet, Princess. Didn’t mean to get your hopes up. But Spencer and I were talking and thought this might help.”
“It’s gotta be hungry by now.” Spencer added from behind us, back to work on the car.
That had to be true. At most, the poor baby was eating trash scraps. Which was so dangerous. All I could picture was her scarfing down some chicken bones and ending up in pain and alone.
“Thank you. Both of you.” My throat was tight with anxiety at the horrible thought. I just wanted to make sure it was okay, after everything it must have been through with that fucking horrid man.
The door swung open again, this time revealing Dom. Her face was already turned up to a snarl as she walked into the garage, her eyes immediately catching sight of the dog food cans.
“No.” She shook her head as she stopped in her tracks. “Absolutely fucking not.”
