Climbing into bed, I wiggle out of my jeans, forgoing changing into anything. He’s not going to touch me. Drex wouldn’t allow anything like that, regardless of how much he’s changed.
I strip out of my bra, pulling it out of the sleeve of my shirt, and toss it to his floor.
Rush glances over, and his eyes widen marginally on my underwear, before he lifts his gaze and cocks an eyebrow at me.
“I’m as untouchable as ever if my brother is the P and doesn’t want me dead,” I tell him with a smirk of my own.
He moves fast, and my reflexes have gotten too soft with my complacent lifestyle. He’s on me in the next instant, pinning my hands above my head, and my breath catches as he presses down on me, firmly settling himself between my legs.
Between the constant surge of adrenaline in a body that hasn’t felt adrenaline in years and the intoxicating way the man versus the boy stares down at me with full control…
I blame my fucked up head when I have to fight the urge to tilt my hips toward him.
How long have I gone without sex?
If I’m having to count the years, then it’s been too long.
He secures my wrists together with just one of his iron-clenched hands, holding me firmly in place as that smug little grin of his deepens and his eyes grow more cunning.
Damn, he’s a lot stronger than he looks.
My struggle is pathetic against him, and the weakness really pisses me off.
I blame the weekly baconator at the diner for my lack of extra physical prowess.
“Struggling only turns me on. You know I’m a sick fuck with control issues,” he murmurs as he bends over to my ear.
I go still, because I’m a naïve fool for letting my mind compare him to the boy he once was, when he’s clearly a different man altogether. I hope he hasn’t escalated from role play to—
My mind stops the inner ramble from dipping to dark when I hear a steady vibrating sound in the air.
“You stopped struggling, so I’ll take that as a no,” he says as he drags his lips from my chin to my ear, sending a full body-tremble throughout me.
What fresh hell have I landed in now?
I can’t transition from Mayberry back to Halo this fast.
I startle and hiss out a breath when I feel the tip of my vibrator tap the inside of my knee.
“Need me to handle you’re nightly ritual? Or do you want to skip it for now?” he asks.
He remembers my damage too well. Adrenaline and fear always turn me on.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
“Do I have a choice?” I ask a little bitterly.
The vibrations stop, and he lifts off me abruptly, shrugging a shoulder as he turns his back to me. I watch my vibrator get tossed into the air, landing on top of my bags. It takes me a minute to realize I can’t move my hands.
I curse as the adrenaline and arousal starts to fade and I finally feel the sensations of the cuffs surrounding my wrists. The asshole cuffed me to the bed, and he distracted me the entire time.
“Attack me with your legs, and I’ll cuff you at the ankles too,” he says like he’s enjoying himself, keeping his back to me as he bobs his head with the music that is steadily getting louder.
He sort of scares me with the little laugh he leaves behind as he walks out the door and locks me inside.
Definitely not the boy I remember.
I guess he decided against sleep.
Now that I’m cuffed and all alone in here, the adrenaline only spikes back up.
I eye my vibrator like a traitor for being so far away.
I hate that son of a bitch now that he’s a man. Mostly because I don’t have a clue who the hell he is.
Chapter 8
RUSH
Kara darts a look to Maya every thirty minutes or so, as Maya giggles very loudly at her very un-funny, slightly morbid jokes. And I mean morbid even by my standards.
“I think you make her worse instead of better,” I mutter under my breath to Axle at my side as I scratch the side of my temple with the barrel of my gun.
He stares at me like he’s unsure of what to say.
“What?” I snap, scratching behind my ear, since the nervous tension is ratcheting up and pissing me off with the numerous tics it provides.
“Maya’s not the only one getting worse,” he mutters with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not getting worse. I’m just getting more comfortable being myself around all of you,” Maya dutifully informs me, eyes hitting mine in the rearview mirror as I use my gun to scratch my forehead next.
“Just curious…who are you again?” Kara asks uncertainly.
“The driver for the day,” Maya deadpans with a slightly worrisome smile as she stares ahead.