Stone.
“It wasn’t the floor. It’s a pallet,” I grumble aloud, touching the words on the thick white card. The following line on the note makes me open the drawstring and flip it upside down. Out tumble 3 bubble-wrapped cylinders. I unwrap the layers first and yelp, covering my mouth with my hand. It’s a metallic silver butt plug with an onyx stone in the squat, heart-shaped handle. It's almost the size of my fist. I swallow back a nervous snort. There’s no way…right? It’s insane of him to think it will fit inside me, but then again, his cock is very thick, and I wrap my fist around the cool metal, remembering his girth in my hand and my mouth. Maybe he’s right. If I plan on anal sex with him, maybe I will need to practice and work up to this one. The plug is the width of his dick, maybe even a bit smaller.
I unwrap what I can already tell are two more. They are smaller, but are designed the same way. A medium-sized one and another that is much smaller, the size of two fingers. I pick up the note and reread it. His warning jumps out at me. What does he mean, the toys are for me, but they belong to him? My body flushes at the thought of the possibilities. Repacking the toys, I flop on my back and stare up at the ceiling, confusion and lust battling for precedence in my brain. Confusion wins. How did he get the bed here? I know I left the door locked. Did they break in? But the lock looked okay. Had he made a copy and somehow given it to Onyx? Or did he leave me while I was sleeping and come back here with my key? I’m definitely a heavy sleeper and could have missed him sneaking out to do this. My cheeks heat up thinking that he must have had Onyx help him, or even had Onyx deliver the toys and bed while Stoneand I were at the cabin. It’ll be another reason for me to be embarrassed around Onyx.
A ping comes in on my phone, and I check it. I’ve neglected my messages since I walked out of Kingsley’s jeep and walked the dark forest in search of Stone.
Sophia: Did you find him? Your brother is going to kill me if you end up missing or dead in some ditch.
Kingsley: What happened with the sexy biker?
Dru: Silas says he is keeping Jagger forever.
Meela: You missed girls' night! I hope I can see you next month! Lara says hi, btw.
I laugh at the picture Dru sent of Silas holding Jagger like a baby and feeding him with a pair of tweezers. I ignore Kingsley and Meela’s text for now and shoot out a message to Sophia.
Me: I’m okay. Not missing.
Her reply comes in immediately.
Sophia: THREE DAYS! I lied to Jace and told him you were still with Kingsley and decided to stay longer. You are in trouble! And I hope you got dicked down long and hard for the last three days, otherwise my two new gray hairs were for nothing.
I smirk at her message. Sophia has no idea. I’m still sore.
Me: I’m okay. Alive and well.
Sophia: Don’t think I don’t hear a deflection when I read one. You are talking to the queen of avoiding talking about a secret dick. I hope he was everything you imagined. Call me after you’ve soaked in some Epsom salt for a day. Trust me. It works. It’s a requirement after getting freaky with your brother.
Me: You ruined it, Sophia. I love you. Go back to being gross with Jace and leave me alone.
I send a message to Meela apologizing and lying through my teeth, telling her I was with another friend. I didn’t even remember girls' night. It was a few days ago, around the time Stone was fucking me on his kitchen table. I was supposed to be with my girls, but I was getting fucked into a hard pine table.
Stripping out of his T-shirt, I bring it to my nose, breathing in his distinct scent. Placing it on my new bed, I head to my shower, and the surprises keep coming. Son of a bitch. There, sitting on the sink, is a basket filled with things. The bottle of oil he used on me at his house. A bag of Epsom salt and an electric heating pad are also in the basket.
I stare in the mirror, and my reflection shows a woman with a glazed look on her face. I fill the standard tub, adding the Epsom salt and my honeysuckle bath soap, wishing that I had used his deep tub when I was with him. Next time. Immediately following that thought is another about the possibility that I may never be at his cabin again. When this thing ends, and he intimated that it would at some point, I won’t have a reason to visit his amazing rustic cabin.
Once the tub is filled, I lower my body and groan at the heat radiating through my body. I wash my legs, spotting all the bruises. I’m covered in him. I run my fingers over the tattoo on my inner thigh, memories assailing me.
Soon, the water grows cold, and I climb out. I’m too tired to wash my hair, and I should, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Climbing out of the bath, I wrap a towel around my body and make my way back into my room. The new bed is calling me. Stone was right, I am exhausted. My body was running on adrenaline and nerves earlier. I pull his shirt over my head and crawl into the bed, pulling the duvet over me. The bedsheet is just as soft, and damn if the layers of padding don’t mold to my body. It’s perfect, and I breathe in his scent, falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter 60
The sheets are curled around her. The sheets I bought her. The sheets that I had planned to stain with my cum when I walked away from Onyx moments ago.
I look around, and eye her ratty stuffed animal, the owl with the two broken wings, sitting on her bedside table, stitched up. I’m getting maudlin thinking about how it reminds me of me. I remember it from the night I saw her ex touch her.
I intended to come up and fuck her hard, use her body to ease the terror and rage inside me, watch the tears leak from her eyes while I edged her, denying her an orgasm until it was unbearable. I told her it was sex, and it is, but it’s also more. More than I’m not ready to say aloud. The feelings have been steadily growing for weeks and solidified inside me when she was in my cabin. Feelings that once I admit them, I can’t go back, and that’s what scares me.That and the knowledge that Hadrian is missing.
I’ve been riding for days back and forth with Riggs. Checking all the routes that Los Mestizos could use, there was nothing. No shipments. Not a truck, not even a bike. The Mestizos are alsoquiet, too quiet. They are lying low. All signs were pointing to our belief that they were planning something big.
Hadrian is also missing, along with four Legion Lords. Some of his most loyal are nowhere to be found, vanished into fucking thin air, and the news makes me itchy. Riggs is unsure whether his brother was taken intentionally or left purposely. Either way, it created chaos, and without a leader, Riggs took the helm, becoming president of the Legion and indirectly reclaiming his father’s legacy. We had found nothing at the club that signaled where Hadrian had gone.
Onyx, Riggs, and I began hunting him.Was Hadrian with the Mestizos? Was he lurking around, manic from a drug-fueled rampage? Was he giving details to our enemies, leaving us vulnerable and exposed? What were his motives? Was he an informant? Did he know about Cam?
We followed Hadrian’s trail to a local bar that Riggs said he frequented. The bartender mentioned a man resembling Hadrian’s description, talking about a house that offered them whatever they wanted. Meaning sex and drugs.
I can still feel the fury in my bones when we found the house Hadrian was talking about. It was located on a quiet street in a fucking suburb. No one knew what was happening. Two girls and a boy, chained to beds in back bedrooms, naked and filthy. All three were clearly drugged and barely coherent, incapable of defending themselves, while these bastards most likely ran a train on them. They were no more than 9 and 10 years old. When Riggs cut the zip ties that kept them vulnerable to the repeated assaults, he called Olivia, barking out the address, and then wrapped each one in towels he found in a bathroom.
