I wrap my lips around the object and do as I’m told. Good little pleasure kitten. He removes it when he’s satisfied, then slowly slides it into my pussy. Holy fuck, if I thought I was full before, I’m overflowing now. Then I hear a click and it starts to vibrate gently. The pulse reaches all the way into my womb. My breathing goes from panting to gasping in a nanosecond. He can’t leave me like this!?
“You’ll be good and ready for me when I get back.” Kayne smacks my ass and a simultaneous bolt of pleasure and pain shoots through me. I moan, incapacitated, as the butt plug and vibrator wage war on my body, pushing me to the edge and dangling me there. An orgasm is brewing, but coming nowhere close to where I need to find release. Why did he do this? Why is he torturing me?!
I DRESS QUICKLY WITH MYcock as hard as a stone slab and Ellie squirming uncomfortably on the bed.
Whatever the fuck is going on, it better be a red level terror alert. I open the door to find Jett quivering.
“What the fuck?” I ask.
“Just follow me.” He hauls ass down the hall. I follow with the same quickness as we fly down one flight of stairs to the second floor and beeline it straight for Javier’s room. Crap, this definitely isn’t good. Once inside, I see the situation. Spice is flailing all over Javier’s bed. She holding her arm, tears pouring down her face.
“That motherfucker dislocated her shoulder,” Jett explodes. “I need help popping it back into place.”
Son-Of-A-Bitch.
Spice whimpers as Jett and I both climb onto the bed without delay. Me, on Spice’s injured side, Jett by her head. She looks up at me in distress. “Okay, baby, we’re going to fix it.” I talk to her serenely. The last thing I want is her feeling more tension. There’s enough radiating off Jett to light up the whole house. “Spice, take a deep breath.” I glance up at Jett, his stare is removed, and his face flushed. “Stay with me, brother.”
“I’m here,” he says, eerily composed. Eerily composed Jett is never a good sign.
“Kayne, please,” Spice begs. Her voice is so small. Usually the sound of a woman begging sends me into a state of sexual frenzy. At the moment, it’s not eliciting anything sexual from me at all. Unless you count homicidal thoughts as sexually exciting.
“Okay, on the count of three I’m going to pop it back in.” I stare into her eyes. The dark green ones that look exactly like Ellie’s. My chest aches. This could have easily been her. This and so much worse. I fight to keep my head and concentrate on helping the suffering brunette. “One.” I stand up and pull her arm over the edge of the bed. Spice screams. I wait a few seconds for her muscles to relax. I glance at Jett and he nods. “Two.” I pull, slow and steady, catching her off guard. She screams again as I roll her arm until I hear her shoulder pop back into place.
As soon as I’m finished, she passes out; I conclude half from stress, half from the pain. Shit. Poor thing. She’s been put through the damn wringer ever since Javier stepped foot in this house. I blame myself. Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe there’s no reason, but nevertheless I do.
“It’s okay now, you’re okay.” Jett kisses her head and caresses her hair. It’s a paternal reaction.
“Where is he?” I ask Jett.
“Gone,” he replies, not even looking at me. I know he won’t drag his attention away from Spice.
“Gone where?” I ask.
“Who cares?” he boils.
“I do, and you better too.”
“I heard him say something about wanting acerveza.”
“Great, at the local bar, just what we need. A drunk, belligerent abusive Mexican.” I run my hands down my face.
Jett lifts Spice off the bed. “I’m taking her to my room. She needs ice. And I’m putting all the other girls on lockdown for the night.”
I nod in agreement. “Is there anyone here?”
“One room is occupied. As soon as Spice is comfortable they’re getting kicked the fuck out.”
“That should be good for business,” I comment back handedly.
Jett shoots me a dangerous look.
“I need to get back to Ellie,” I pop off, the mere mention of her name should chill him out.
“Fine, go.” Jett walks toward the door. I pull on his arm.
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
He glances down at my hand and then back up at my face. He curls his lip in warning, his aqua eyes ice cold. “If you can handle it, I can handle it.”
