Page 68 of The Haunting Plot

“Expecting someone else?” Rudy asks.

I look at Mike, who holds his palms up. “I only texted Rudy.”

Hardy shakes his head. “Don’t look at me. My hands have been full.”

The guys break into laughter, and my eyes dart to RJ right as Raven’s voice comes from the other side of my front door. “Sawyer? Open up.”

“Did you text her?” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“Sorry. I figured she was pranking you. I congratulated her.”

The door clicks open, and their heads swivel in that direction. Raven stands in the doorway unmoving. It’s pouring rain, and thunder cracks loudly right as lightning strikes behind her, illuminating her silhouette. There’s a manic look on her face, like she’s pissed.

RJ screams, nearly jumping in Mike’s arms.

“Feckin’ eejit. It’s your sister.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Raven demands.

I groan, dropping my head back on the couch. Just when I thought I was making progress with her, this happens. Because of course it fucking does.

Raven’s voice gets closer. “Oh my God. Why is your dick out? And why does it look like that?”

My eyes pop open, and I glance down, silently cursing as I gingerly stuff myself back in my pants. This isn’t how I wanted her to see my dick for the first time.

No one says anything. She looks around the room, finally taking in the sight before her. The Dremel. The cock ring in two pieces on the table. What’s left of my pride bleeding out before her.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” I say, looking around the room. There are a few grumbles as they disappear into the kitchen.

I motion for Raven to take a seat next to me on the couch as I blow out a deep breath and lean forward. Propping my elbows on my thighs, I drop my head in shame. “Raven, I⁠—”

“Got a titanium cock ring stuck on your dick and were afraid to tell me?” she asks, placing a hand on my thigh.

It takes entirely too much effort to look at her, but I do. When our eyes meet, I’m stunned by the way she’s looking at me. Her eyes are hungrily raking me in like I’m the last piece of candy in the trick-or-treat bowl.

She looks behind her quickly, probably checking to see if anyone’s listening, then turns back to me, dropping her voice. “This is probably the sexiest thing a guy has done for me.”

A loud bark of a laugh escapes me, and I cover my mouth with my hand as if that could contain the embarrassing sound. “I’m sorry, come again?”

“I could.”

“You could what?”

“Come again.”

The breath that escapes me is a cross between a laugh and a huff as I blink at her in confusion. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No. I’m serious. No one has ever been this desperate to please me that they’d be willing to go to these lengths to hide their humiliation from me.”

“Are you seriously turned on by my humiliation?”

She nods. “Does that scare you?”

I take a second to think about her question, mulling it over. “Nothing about you scares me.”

“Stop talking dirty to me when my brother is in the next room.” She flashes me a smile. It’s dangerous, almost menacing, yet entirely her and so fucking captivating. Her eyes darken as they do a slow perusal of my body. I would do anything to keep her looking at me like this.

I lean in slightly, my voice low. Husky. “Are you finally ready to admit there’s something here? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that look on your face.”