“No?”
She laughed, her eyes opening. “No. That was … fucking awesome.”
She damn sure wasn’t wrong.
29
The next day…
Laikyn
I held my hands out in frontof me, attempting to find something that would give me an idea of where I was. “Where are we going?”
“Just keep walking,” Rule said, guiding me by the elbow.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“It’s not a surprise.”
“Liar.”
He chuckled softly, and while wearing a blindfold, that sound was even sexier than usual.
“You know, if you want to talk, you don’t have to make it a big spectacle,” I said, turning my head as I attempted to listen for sounds that would tell me where I was.
Yes, it was fair to say I’d expected this. After all, those were the stipulations of our sex game last night. If I made them both come in under ten minutes, I could keep trudging along as though my world hadn’t been tipped on its axis with the announcement that Rule knew who my father was. And if I failed, he would handle the talking his way.
I disliked his way because it involved a blindfold. And no, I wasn’t scared. Not of Rule or Jinx. They were both with me, so I knew I was safe. In fact, I’d never felt safer than when I was with them. However, I was honest when I said I didn’t like surprises. I’d spent most of my life waiting for my mother to jump out and announce some big plan, and she was always claiming they were surprises. If history were to repeat itself, this would be about the time Rule and Jinx would let me know they’d sprung for me to have a complete makeover, and I was about to be turned into a hobbit.
Like I said, my mother was responsible for my expectations.
“Can I take the blindfold off now?” I asked when the car stopped.
I assumed it was a limo since I was aware of them both sitting beside me during the trip. And we weren’t in the Challenger because it didn’t smell like Rule. I’d grown fond of the scent of leather and musk with a tinge of something lemony. At least it didn’t smell like week-old hamburgers.
“I’ll tell you when,” he said gruffly. “Stop asking.”
Yeah, well, now I intended to ask more insistently.
When Jinx took my hand and helped me out of the car, I went without argument. I even leaned into him when he put his arm around me and steered me where he wanted to go.
“You’re approaching stairs,” Rule informed me, his voice coming from in front of us.
As soon as Jinx drew me to a halt, I poked my foot out, searching for the step. I found it easily, then Jinx released me, and Rule took my hand. With one in front and the other behind me, I made my way up the short set of stairs.
“Duck your head.”
I did and took a few steps.
“Okay, you can stand up straight.”
I did that, too.
We made it a few more feet before Rule guided me into a chair. I sat, sliding my hands over the buttery soft leather.
“Where are we?” I asked because something about the chair felt familiar.
This time, when Rule spoke, his mouth was close to mine. His breath was warm and smelled like cinnamon.
