"I do."
"You trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then go to my room."
Understanding fills her eyes. "You mean—"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Well. Um. Yeah. Okay." She pushes herself to her feet. "Okay. Is Em okay?"
"She's staying with Walker."
"Okay. Good. I, uh... Okay. Do we need a safeword or something?"
It never hurts. "You have something in mind?"
"Tattoo."
Fuck, it's like she's trying to be adorable.
How the hell am I supposed to give her up?
I nod. "Tattoo."
"Okay." Her voice is halfway back to normal. Her posture too.
She's slow about moving into the hallway.
Then into my room.
The door shuts.
She's waiting in there.
For me to hurt her.
But not the way she thinks I'm going to.
Chapter Forty-Four
Kaylee
Emma is never going to forgive you.
It's the only thought in my brain.
No matter how hard I try to focus on Brendon's smooth sheets, or the way his scent is lingering in the bed, or the mirror I can use to watch him fuck me, or even that he's about to come in here and—
I don't know what he's going to do.
Only that I trust him to steal all my other thoughts away.
Emma is never going to forgive you.
Thoughts of my wrists tied to this bed, of his palm on my ass, of his hand around my throat—