I started thrashing as wave after wave hit me, searing my body, and I was shaking from that last climax.
“You ass,” I hissed against his mouth.
He nipped my lip. “Yeah.” Then he took control once more, holding my head prisoner, and as he owned me there, he owned the other part of me, and he came with a roar.
I wasn’t sure who won, but there was no mistake that there’d been a full battle between us. I also wasn’t sure what either of us was fighting for, what the stakes were.
Once his body stopped trembling, he let go of me.
My feet hit the tile with a muted thud, and before I could muster something to say, his pants were up and he was turning. He was walking.
The door shut a second later, a softclick, and I didn’t need to look. He was gone.
I fell back against the shower wall, sliding down to sit, and I pulled up my knees to my chest. I had no clue what had just happened, but him leaving wasn’t good.
FIFTY-THREE
Bailey
I had tugged a hoodie over my head and slipped my feet into some shoes when there was an abrupt knock on the door.
My head lifted. I was expecting Kash, but Matt shoved through, his hand covering his eyes. “I can’t wait for permission. Tell me you’re decent, but we have to go.”
His voice stopped everything.
He was scared and panicked.
“What’s going on?”
“Can I look?”
“Yeah.”
His hand dropped and the terror in his eyes had me paralyzed.
“Where’s Kash?”
“I—What?”
“Kash. Where is he?” Matt’s voice rose up. “Have you seen him?”
“I—” I looked at the bathroom. “Yeah. He was just here.”
“But he’s not now?”
“What’s going on?”
“Where’s Ka—”
“He’s not here!” I stepped toward Matt. “What is going on?”
“Feds,” he clipped that word at me, some of the panic easing. “They’re here for Kash.”
Oh no.
“You think…” Our eyes caught and held.
He shook his head at my question, the question that I couldn’t get out. But I noted his response and it was slow. He wasn’t sure.