12. Ford
CHAPTER 12
FORD
“We’re gonna have to do something about her,” I murmur, swiping a hand over my chin.
Wes just finished telling us about his little run-in with Ava in the library. The fact that she threatened to call the police over what happened last night just proves that she has absolutely no clue who she’s dealing with here. The small-town cops that would answer the call are already in our pocket, and one mention of a King’s name would have them burying the report before it ever saw the light of day.
“Unless she suddenly grew a backbone overnight, she’s not gonna do shit,” Raf mutters, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and reclining back on the couch, looking bored as shit as he scrolls on his phone. “She’s all talk.”
“Are you sure enough about that to risk it?” Wes asks, his brow furrowed in concern. He’s posted up on the other end of the sofa, his worried gaze sliding from Raf beside him over to me seated opposite.
Because even though we wouldn’t get in any legal trouble if Ava went to the police, we’d still have to manage the situation. She’d probably be sent to the Dollhouse with the other broken toys, and I’m not done playing with her yet. Which is precisely why I’ve been working on our little insurance policy all morning.
Honestly, I didn’t think we’d actually have to use it. I figured I’d just keep it for my own enjoyment.
I drum my tattooed fingers on the wide arm of the leather recliner, my laptop warming the tops of my thighs. “I’m not worried,” I decide, dropping my gaze to my computer and getting back to work.
Wes heaves an exasperated sigh, throwing himself back against the couch cushions dramatically.
“You worry too much, bro,” Raf grumbles, his eyes still glued to his phone screen.
“You guys may be untouchable, but I’m not,” Wes grits out as he rakes a hand through his hair. “Being a King doesn’t carry the same weight for me as it does for you two.”
“Bullshit,” Raf scoffs. “All Kings have the same protections. You think we’d let you go down for something like that? Not a fucking chance.” He finally tears his gaze from his phone to look over at Wes with a frown. “What happened last year doesn’t matter. You’re still one of us.”
This conversation is getting way too heavy for my liking.
“Hey, check this out,” I say, pausing the video playing on my laptop and swiveling it so the screen is facing them. “That doesn’t look like the face of someone who wasn’t enjoying themselves, does it?”
Wes’ eyes practically bug out of his head as he takes in the image frozen on my computer screen. He leans forward in interest, wetting his lips with his tongue as he stares at the still image of Ava sprawled out on the pool table last night, writhing in the throes of her climax.
Gotta love those surveillance cameras we installed in the loft.
Raf only gives my laptop a cursory glance, muttering a curse under his breath and returning his attention to his phone. Wes can’t seem to look away, though, and I don’t blame him.
Grinning to myself, I swivel my laptop back around, taking in the way Ava’s eyes squeeze closed while her plush lips part in a little ‘o’ shape. I know we’re supposed to hate her, but the way she came on Wes’ tongue last night was hot as fuck.
Almost as hot as when she came for a second time all over my hand.
I hit play on the video again, watching with rapt attention as she rides out the wave of her orgasm, back arched and chest heaving. Fuck, it’s glorious.
“How many times have you jerked off to that so far?” Wes asks, lifting his hips and pulling at the crotch of his jeans.
I shrug a shoulder. “Once or twice.” Glancing up from my laptop, I meet Wes’ dubious stare, my lips spreading into a shameless grin. “Alright, three times. But who’s counting?”
“You’ve got a problem, dude,” he chuckles, shaking his head.
I wave him off dismissively and get back to my little project.
There’s nothing wrong with liking to watch. In the right context, it can be even better than participating– and Wes of all people should understand that. Back when he was a skinny little nerd who couldn’t get a girl of his own, Raf and I would let him watch while we railed ours.
Something in Ava’s eyes has me pausing the video again, zooming in for a closer look. Fuck , the heady mixture of fear and desire in her expression is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My dick’s getting hard again just looking at it.
“So that’s it? We’re really not gonna do anything?” Wes grumbles in frustration.
I lift my gaze from my laptop again, meeting his eyes. “We’ll take care of it.”
“When?”
“Tonight,” Raf cuts in, shoving up from the couch and stuffing his phone into his pocket. “Nothing has changed. We’ll move forward as planned, maybe torture her a little extra for thinking she could threaten us.”
“Have a little patience, Wes,” I add, flashing him a wolfish grin. “You’ll have those pretty lips wrapped around your dick again in no time.”