Instead of getting angry, she got excited when she opened the box. The way she acted, he would’ve sworn he had handed her an engagement ring.
Now every time he thought about her lubing it up and inserting it in preparation of him coming over, he instantly got hard.
Imagining her naked, on her knees and ass up with a green gem reflecting the light had already got him rock solid and ready to call it a day. Fuck the inspection and oil change. Those customers could wait.
He checked to make sure no one was sneaking around near the break room before saying, “Tonight’s gonna be the night I’m pullin’ that plug and replacin’ it with my dick. So be ready.”
Her breath caught and the hardening of her nipples became obvious through the fabric of the sleeveless blouse she wore while goosebumps swept over her skin.
“Rev,” she half-whispered, half-groaned.
He leaned closer again. “That’s right, babe, that’s the name you’re goin’ to be screamin’ later.”
Normally she’d roll her eyes, or even throw something at him, when he said shit like that. But this time her pupils expanded and she drove her teeth into her bottom lip. She was as turned on as he was.
Fuck yeah.
“Now, get outta here to gimme a sec so I can get my own hard-on under control.” He wasn’t sure he’d be successful since, for the rest of the work day, he would be distracted by the anticipation of what they’d be doing later.
He headed over to her apartment most nights and had been doing so ever since they’d returned from their trip. He’d park his sled at the garage after hours and hoof it on foot the short block to her place.
To avoid a recognizable pattern of behavior, they sometimes met in an abandoned parking lot at the other end of town or in a secluded wooded area off Copperhead Road. For the past three weeks, not one day had gone by where they hadn’t been together in some way or another, whether in her bed, in her cage, or even in a back room at the garage after hours.
But it was time to stop sneaking around. They’d been lucky so far but their luck wouldn’t hold out forever. He wanted to get ahead of any future problems.
Especially since he preferred not to become a piñata that didn’t spill candy and delight children when cracked open.
Chapter Twenty
Rev tagged his jeans from the floor and yanked them up his legs as he moved toward the front door of Reilly’s studio apartment. He paused just long enough to slip a twenty from his wallet to give to the pizza delivery guy or girl.
He was fucking starving. His sexual appetite had been satisfied and now he needed some grub to sate his other hunger. And after that, he planned on sharing a bowl with Reilly before they both watched Netflix and chilled, then probably shared a container of Rocky Road once they both got the munchies.
He slid the chain free, twisted the deadbolt and yanked open the door.
The twenty fluttered to the floor as he slammed the door shut again, quickly flipping the deadbolt to relock it.
Total silence rang on both sides of the door for a few heart-thumping moments.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Holy… fuck.”
“God, I’m starving!” Reilly came out of the bathroom only wearing his T-shirt and rubbing her eye. “Hey, I think you shot cum in my eye.”
Rev turned in slow-motion toward her.
She glanced up, blinking quickly, then her eyes—one watery and irritated, one normal—dropped to the twenty-dollar bill on the floor at his bare feet. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Where’s the pizza? Don’t tell me they screwed up the order!”
She jumped when a pounding on the door loudly filled her tiny apartment.
“Open this fuckin’ door right fuckin’ now!”
Rev didn’t realize her eyes could get that big until that very moment. Her mouth formed an O and her gaze slid to the door. All color fled from her face.
He was pretty damn sure he wore a similar ass-puckering look.
The knob turned freely back and forth, but the deadbolt kept the door secure. Thank fuck.
“Open the goddamn door, Rev!” Deacon shouted through it, still pounding.
“Reilly!” Reese called.
Her eyes slid back to him. “Oh shit,” she breathed. “Oh shit. Oh shit.”
Three “oh shits” weren’t apparently enough since she continued to chant those words. He agreed.
He winced at the flashback of how Cage looked after his “blanket party.” Wait. Maybe that was actually his life flashing before his eyes.
Was touching one of the women on the “do not fuck” list even worse than knocking up an Amish chick? No, it couldn’t be as bad. Trip had been more pissed about Cage almost destroying the club’s relationship with the Amish. That was the reason, right? Not because he accidentally knocked up one of their virgins.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Yeah, right.
For fuck’s sake, at least Reilly wasn’t pregnant. So, there was that silver fucking lining.
“We ain’t leavin’ ’til you open the damn door,” Deacon warned loudly.
Reilly turned her ghost-white face from the door to him. “Do we open it?”
“Do you want me to die?”
“Open the goddamn door!” Deacon bellowed.
“Someone’s going to call the cops if we don’t open the door,” she warned. “I can’t have him out there bellowing like an annoyed bull moose. And I doubt they’re just going to go away.”
“No, we’re not leaving,” Reese confirmed through the door. “So, you might as well open it.”
“Shit,” Reilly whispered then chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to die.”
“You ain’t the only one. But it ain’t the dyin’ part I’m worried about. It’s the part that happens before that.”
Reilly grimaced. “Open it.”
Rev sucked in a deep breath, then held it as he flipped the deadbolt and stepped back.
A split second later the door banged open and Deacon came into the apartment with Reese on his heels.
Once they were inside and the door slammed shut behind them, everyone stood frozen for what to Rev seemed like forever. The only thing that moved were their eyes as they took each other in.
Both Deacon and Reese focused on Rev’s bare chest and he knew exactly what they were noticing. It wasn’t his tattoos.
When Reese turned toward her sister, her brow suddenly dropped low and she rushed over to Reilly, grabbing her chin and turning her face toward the light. “Why are you crying? Did he hurt you?”
“What? No!” Reilly jerked her chin free and stepped back. “He… uh… I was chopping onions.”
Reese’s gaze swept the counters, which were onion-free.
“Earlier,” Reilly added weakly. “Why are you here?”
“One, you’re my sister and I wanted to see you. Two, we wanted to invite you to Dino’s with us for dinner. Three, to see if you needed our help unpacking the storage boxes.”
“Looks like Rev unpacked her box already,” Deacon mumbled.
“No! He just came over to… uh… fix… my plumbing. His clothes got wet from the leak. I threw them in the dryer.”