“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t think.”
“Ssh, help me readjust my dress before the magic doors open, and my doorman sees my goods. George has already caught me kissing. I don’t really want him to see my lady bits. I’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.”
While she babbled, Monroe and I helped adjust her clothing, and I pulled my shorts up. We were all finishing the adjustments when the door opened, and I laughed, getting her meaning. One of the guards snickered, but when he caught me watching, he cleared his face and stepped out of view. I didn’t have the intimidation the other guys did, but after being around the complex the past few months and fighting in the rings, it had given me some street cred, it seemed.
“Excuse me, Miss,” the guard said, stopping us before we made it to the door. “I, um, Sax had a message he’d like for me to give you.” He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable.
“Okay, Elijah, what is it?” Loren asked, watching him, and I wasn’t surprised at all that she knew his name.
“He said, and I quote, ‘Spitfire, last chance to lose these goons and ride my cock all night, but if you decide to stay, just know that I’ll be, um, stroking my dick and thinking of you. Don’t forget your promise.’ And I’m to send him your response post haste.” The man cleared his throat again, shuffling on his feet as he rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
I couldn’t take it, and a deep laugh escaped me. Pulling Monroe to cover Kitten, I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Take off your panties, and then go ask George for an envelope and marker.”
Loren looked at me funny but did as I asked, carefully sliding them off and putting them in my hand. Monroe shook his head at me as she walked inside to talk to George. “You’re starting shit.”
“Me? The big oaf had the balls to make a guard proposition our girl on my fight night. He better be glad this is all I’m doing. Next time, I’ll send him a picture of us both fucking her.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Loren gasped. “You will not use pictures of my body as some pissing contest. Nothing is ever deleted from the internet, and I will not risk my job over some petty rivalry. Now, here, what are you up to?”
She handed me the envelope and marker, raising her brow in question when I didn’t answer right away. I was still stunned by her statement. “Why is it so hot when you go all bossy, Loren?”
“Hmm, I’d say you have some deep-seated teacher fantasy or something which probably stems from—” I pinched her lips together to get her to stop talking.
“Kitten, the next words out of your mouth will only be, ‘yes, Wells, that feels so fucking good.’ Got it?” I let her lips go, and she huffed, crossing her arms, but didn’t say anything. Smugly, I stuffed her panties in the envelope, not wanting the stodgy guard to touch them. Uncapping the marker, I left the top in my mouth as I motioned for Monroe to turn around so I could use his back to write.
Once I was finished, I sealed it, capped the maker, and handed the package to Kitten to deliver. She glanced at the item, chuckling, and then walked over and gave it to Elijah. The guy looked down, a smile wanting to creep up, but kept it off his face as he placed it in his jacket and returned to the SUV.
Loren giggled as she walked back and took my hand when she reached us, making my heart soar. Monroe glanced between us, trying to figure out what I’d written. Holding out my other hand, I’d let him decide how he wanted to proceed since we were at his place of residence. When he smiled, linking his fingers with mine, I was sure my feet were no longer on the ground as we walked inside.
“So, are you not going to tell me?” Monroe asked a few minutes later when the elevator doors closed.
It was Kitten who answered him. “It said,” she giggled, “in case your hand gets tired, I warmed them up for you.”
Roe sputtered, slapping me on the shoulder in laughter, and I smiled smugly as the elevator climbed.
“You didn’t get mad at that, Loren?”
“Nah, Sax was kind of asking for it, and at least this way, it kept it contained and isn’t splashing my naked body on the internet.” She shrugged one shoulder, looking over at us.
“Speaking of naked, I can’t wait to get you both under me,” I purred, pulling them both closer. “In fact, I think you guys should get started.”
They glanced at me, not sure what I meant, so when the elevator dinged, I improvised. “New plan.” I lifted Kitten over my shoulder, smacking her ass for good measure. She let out an adorable little yelp as we moved out of the elevator. I kept one arm banded around her legs, making sure to keep her dress covering her naked ass.
“Whoever’s place we’re going to, Monroe, get the door open pronto.”
He didn’t hesitate, taking off ahead of me to unlock his door and let us in. I stalked to the first surface I found and dropped Kitten down onto it. She had a pout on her face and her arms crossed. I think she meant for it to be intimidating, but it was too cute.
Brushing my thumb over her lip, I caressed her cheek before tilting her head back as I gripped it. “Kitten, I know that pout isn’t for me. Now, where do you want to be ravaged, and are there any limits?”
She blinked at me, looking over my shoulder for a second to Monroe before she peered back at me again, worry fixed on her brow as she began to fidget. “I’m suddenly feeling very out of my depth, if I’m honest. I, uh, didn’t have much experience before, and um, this is beginning to feel very overwhelming. Can you perhaps be more specific and assume I’m only a notch or two above virginal teenager?”
Now, it was my turn to be stunned. I hadn’t expected Kitten to utter those words or to ever feel so out of her depths. There were moments she oozed sexuality that I never would’ve imagined she felt unsure about anything.
“Okay, new plan. Grab on tight, Kitten. It’s time to relocate. Roe?”
“I got it.”
Scooping up Loren, I was pleased when she didn’t hesitate and wrapped her arms and legs around me. She might feel unprepared, but the realization she trusted me filled me, and I’d never felt more worthy in my life.