A fluttering sensation erupted in my chest, and I laughed. “Yeah, he might really kill me this time.”
She glanced over her shoulder, and I knew what she saw. Me smiling like a loon at the aspect of seeing an enraged Luxious. He wouldn’t be so in control. She turned back to the phone. “Sounds fun.”
She had no idea.
Keegan deleted the message with the picture and sent the one asking for clothes. “I’m guessing she doesn’t need my address? I’ve caught Samson hanging around a few times.”
“She has it.”
“Of course.” Keegan backed out of the message with Rem and found the group chat. She typed up a message and added the ass pic I took. “Feel like this isn’t enough.” She pulled me closer, her body stiffening only for a second before she relaxed back. My cock nestled right against her ass.
“This is a new level of torture,” I groaned.
Keegan lifted the camera and groaned. “Shit, how in the hell do you make me feel short at five-nine?” She passed the phone to me. “Hold it up so we can take a picture.”
I did as instructed, changing the angle to her specifications. The moment she was happy, she grabbed my free arm, draped it over her breasts, and smiled up at the camera. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I snapped the picture.
“Give it here.” Keegan grabbed the phone and sent the pictures to the group.
He belongs to me now.
I blinked at the message as she turned the phone off and placed it on the counter. “You better delete those pics later.”
I nodded, unable to refuse her request. She’d laid claim to me. The only other people who acknowledged my existence were my friends, my niece, and now Keegan.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”
Keegan glanced over her shoulder. “I’m afraid for you.” The corner of her mouth tilted up in a smirk. “You’re certified crazy.” I tightened my hold around her, not wanting to let her go. Whatever Lux’s plans for Keegan, I hoped it included her staying by my side, or he would be pulling the trigger a lot sooner.
“Well, now that I’ve had your dick pressed against my ass, might as well get in the shower. I can still smell that stuff.”
I released her, picked up the bag of clothes, and put it outside her room. Locking the door, I made my way back to Keegan. She was already under the water. Her eyes were closed, and her head tilted back.
I want to kill her and keep her forever.
“Hawke,” Keegan called.
Wonder if she feels my monster staring at her.I shook my head and cleared the obsessive thoughts. She passed me a washcloth and her soap.
“I only have this stuff.” It was a warm vanilla body wash.
“This works. It means I’ll smell like you.” I moved closer, and she backed away. “Aren’t you going to wash me?”
“Hawke, I’ve had a long day. You wash yourself.”
I pouted as I squirted liquid shower gel onto the cloth. We washed in silence. I spent most of the shower staring at Keegan, thinking up all kinds of ways to have fun with her.
Nothing lasts forever. The shower was over before I was ready. Keegan reached up and wiped under my eyes. “It’s still there. Impressive makeup.”
“I had the liner tattooed on when I was fourteen.”
“It fits you.” Keegan got out of the shower tossing me a towel. “Show’s over. Either get dressed or get out.”
The towel was soft against my skin as I made my way across Keegan’s room and to the door. I didn’t have to check my phone to know that my new clothes would be outside the door. Unlocking and opening it, a black bag sat on the floor, along with a tray of cookies.
Rem wasn’t a baker. Her cookies turned out more like hockey pucks. It was probably one of the staff members. The trash bag with our discarded clothes was gone. I frowned. I was looking forward to the fire. Keegan and I standing next to it as it raged on. Fire was the perfect embodiment of chaos. Beautiful and wild.
I got dressed in jeans and a fitted black tee. “Someone brought cookies.”