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She nods under my hand and I pull it away now that I know she doesn’t feel like she has a fever, but now I’m starting to worry she might have a concussion. A soft knock at the door interrupts anything else either of us could have said. I open it quickly, letting Sloane slip into the room with a large suitcase wheeling in behind him.
His eyes flit over my bare chest, then snap over to Viv as she rolls over onto her side to look over at us. Frowning, he walks over to her with smooth, confident strides, cups her cheek and then presses a kiss to her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, and she kisses him back without any hesitation. When Sloane pulls away from her, he gives her a soft expression that makes me feel like I’m intruding on a private moment. I’ve never seen Sloane this way with a girl before. It feels almost strange that he’s this open with her, and in front of me, no less.
“I’m fine,” Viv assures him.
He frowns down at her before turning toward me, his eyesdemanding. I sigh and shrug. “She seems okay, but I’m worried she might have a concussion, so I’m going to stay with her tonight to make sure she’s okay,” I tell him.
One corner of his mouth quirks up. “I’m sure that’s the only reason.” He gives me a wink before tossing the damn suitcase over to the other side of the room. “Can you pack that up for me?” He doesn’t wait for me to as he turns back to Viv, sitting down on the bed next to her.
I roll my eyes but unzip the suitcase and start squishing Luca into the bag. “I’m fine, really. Nox got here before he could really do anything. Besides, I didn’t even inhale any of the chloroform, so I was able to fight him off for the most part. He just surprised me so he was able to get the upper hand.”
I look around the room, finding a rag half laying under her bed. After I get Luca stuffed into the suitcase, I walk over and pick it up, giving it a cursory sniff and wrinkling my nose. Yep, that’s definitely chloroform. It would explain the weird things she was talking about earlier. I just assumed she might have a concussion, but maybe she did inhale a bit of the chemical.
I toss the rag into the trashcan before I slip off my shoes, tug my jeans off and toss those in as well. I frown down at my shoes before I throw them into the trashcan. I glance over to find Sloane pushing Viv down onto her back as he unbuttons her jeans and starts rolling them down her legs.
My breathing hitches as I watch the fabric slowly sliding down her legs to reveal more and more of her skin. I’ve seen her in less before, but there’s something more erotic about seeing her in nothing but my shirt and a pair of black panties. My eyes wander over her thighs and back up to her face just to connect with hers. My face instantly flames, knowing that she caught me checking her out, but I just can’t stop as Sloane continues to undress her.
His hands slide up her thighs and slowly unclasp the buttons of the shirt I just put on her. With each flick of his wrist, more and more of the shirt parts to reveal her soft skin. I start to fantasize about running my fingers up her stomach, dipping down in the valley of her breasts. When the shirt falls fully open, I end up biting the knuckle ofmy pointer finger to keep myself from reaching over to touch her. Sloane pulls her up into a seated position to pull the shirt the rest of the way off her.
She must think I’m an asshole, staring at her like this when she’s in a vulnerable state, but I can’t seem to help myself. Fabric slaps against my cheek as Sloane tosses the clothes at me with a bellow of a laugh. Grumbling, I shove them into the trash before taking the bag out and stuffing it into the suitcase with the body of the man who really deserved more torture and torment. If Sloane was the one to walk in on that scene, we would be spending weeks scrubbing Luca off the walls and ceiling. I’ll never tell him how I found this disgusting excuse for a human pinning her to the floor with her shirt open as he tried to shove his hand down her pants.
Yes, he deserved so much worse than he got.
I zip up the bag and turn to Sloane just in time to watch him kiss Viv’s neck as she watches me cleaning up the mess. Her breath hitches when my eyes meet hers and Sloane kisses a slow trail up her neck. Even with her chin lifting to give him more room, her eyes stay on mine. I want to go over there and kiss the other side of her neck. I want to be the one to make her gasp when I nip at her ear. More than anything, I want to be the reason her eyes roll into the back of her head as I suck on the sensitive spot right under her ear.
Sloane pulls away from her neck, burying his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and kisses her roughly. Her fingers claw at his shirt, grabbing handfuls of the fabric as she kisses him back. When Sloane pulls away, it’s only due to his firm hold on her hair as she strains to tug him back down to her lips. He smiles softly at her once more. “Be a good girl for Doctor Nox, or I’ll have to send Cain here to punish you,” he tells her, and a flush takes over her face again.
A deep chuckle leaves him as he stands up from the bed, letting go of Viv. He gently tugs at her wrists until she lets go of his shirt. Then he presses a soft kiss to her temple. Turning toward me, he gives me that trademark cocky smirk of his as he grabs the handle of the suitcase and sets it upright. “I’ll bring you a change of clothes tomorrow morning.”
He rolls the suitcase out of the room behind him and closes thedoor like he didn’t just come in here and get Viv all riled up just to leave her panting after him. He is such an asshole, it isn’t even a little funny.
Pulling my phone out, I click around a few times before putting it away and head over to her dresser. “Which drawer are your pajamas in?”
There’s a long pause before she answers. “Second drawer from the top.”
When I look over, she’s siting on the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin, avoiding looking at me. My brow crinkles as I pull the drawer open, then they rise to my hairline. Half the drawer is full of cotton pajamas and the other half is full of rope, zip ties, and duct tape. I think I can even see some handcuffs peeking out from the bottom.
My gaze goes back to Viv to find that she’s still looking everywhere but at me. “Umm, do you do a lot of kidnapping?” I ask, reaching up to scratch the side of my nose.
She shrugs, finally meeting my eyes. “Not really. I have that just in case. It would look suspicious if I had to make a late-night trip to the hardware store for rope and duct tape.” Her words are calm and collected, like it’s obvious.
I’ve got to admit that it would be suspicious, so just having the materials on hand is smart. I reach into the drawer and pull out a pair of soft pink pajamas. She’s just about as organized as Cain. Her pajamas are all folded together in matching pairs. I have to restrain myself from looking in the other drawers to see if she is this neat with everything. God, this girl makes me about as oblivious to personal boundaries as Zane.
She looks up at me with her wide hazel eyes that blink innocently as she takes the folded pajamas I hand her. She just sits there for a while as I stare at her. “Umm, do you want to turn around so I can put these on, or did you want to watch?” She tilts her head to the side, like she’s expecting an answer to that question.
My eyes widen and I take a few steps away from the bed and turn on my heel to face the wall. Her soft laughter reaches me and I almost turn around just for the opportunity to see her eyes light up withhumor. I stay facing away though as the sound of rustling of fabric reaches me. When everything goes silent, I pause. “Are you done?”
“Yeah. I’m dressed.”
I turn and stop, blinking at her owlishly. The pajamas I grabbed randomly out of the drawer are tiny. The tank top is cropped short under her breasts and the shorts rest high on her thigh. She’s got to really think I’m a pervert at this point.
A knock at the door makes her head snap in that direction, sending her instantly on alert. I raise a hand. “It’s okay.”
I head over and open the door, finding a guy closer to Viv and Zane’s age than my own holding a brown paper bag with the local Japanese restaurant’s name printed across it. “I’ve got an order for Lennox Finch,” he says, his brows rising as he takes in my undressed state.
A few girls in the hallway giggle and don’t hesitate to watch the show as I accept the bag from him. “Thanks,” I say as he turns to walk away.
I close the door behind me against the whispering of the other girls in the hall. They probably have some seriously outlandish ideas about Viv now. I feel guilty about it, but there’s nothing I can do about it at this point.
