46. Waverly
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
WAVERLY
S team billows around me as I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself.
After a long shift at the club, that’s exactly what my sore muscles needed. The burning hot water also allowed me to think through the more complicated aspects of my night.
Emmett and Kade have been on my mind since I stepped out from the back room at the club and found them both missing with an obscenely large tip for both Abigail and me.
What is it exactly that they do to have so much money? Because I can’t imagine being a pastor at a community church pays very well, if at all.
Just another question to throw onto the pile, I guess.
I step out of the bathroom, stifling a yawn with the back of my hand before a scream lodges in my throat.
A dark figure stands by the window with a hood tugged over their head, and I take a step backward toward the bathroom, only to back myself into another body.
Another scream tears from me a second before their hand covers my mouth, stopping me from alerting the neighbors that two thugs have broken into my apartment.
Not that they would care anyway. Someone was murdered in the alley that runs down the side of the building, and no one called the police until the body was discovered by the garbage man.
“Shh, Little Temptress, it’s just us,” Emmett murmurs against my ear, and my body relaxes of its own accord. Apparently the fact that the two of them broke into my home isn’t a red flag to my body as much as it is to my mind. “I’m going to take my hand away, but if you scream, I’ll have to find something to gag you with.”
Kade chuckles from across the room. “I can think of something.”
I glare at him as he drops the hood, stopping a few feet in front of us.
“We’re not here for that, Kade. Keep your dick in your pants,” Emmett snaps.
“I’ll keep my dick wherever Waverly wants it, won’t I, baby girl?”
This fucking guy.
Emmett drops his hand from my mouth but wraps an arm around my waist to hold me in place against him.
Which is exactly when I remember I’m wearing nothing but a thin towel that barely covers my ass while they’re both fully dressed. I couldn’t be at more of a disadvantage if I tried.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap, shoving at Emmett’s arm, but he doesn’t budge.
“We came to finish our little chat,” Kade tells me. “You ran from us before we could give you the full picture.”
“I don’t need any more of the picture. You purposely deceived me, and Emmett was complicit. I don’t see what we could possibly need to talk about.”
“Oh, Waverly. Trust me when I tell you there’s a lot you don’t know about the situation the three of us have found ourselves in.”
Emmett nudges us forward, and I don’t have any other option than to step with him as he leads us toward the bed, because that’s the only place we can all actually sit down other than the two dining room chairs that may collapse under their weight and the couch that’s being held up by bricks.
“Can I at least put some clothes on?” I growl.
“No,” Kade says at the same time Emmett says, “Yes.”
“Good, I’m glad the two of you are on the same page,” I deadpan.
Before he can stop me, I duck out of Emmett’s arms and dive for my robe, desperate for another layer of protection from the two men who have barged into my apartment and won’t leave until I hear them out.
Another set of arms wrap around me before I make it, and I’m roughly tugged against a hard body. “Nice try, babe,” Kade murmurs against the shell of my ear. “But I think I like the idea of having easy access to your perfect body.” As if to punctuate his point, he trails his fingers over the knot holding the towel together above my breasts.
“Kade,” I warn.
“Mm, I do like my name on your lips. I’m sure I’ll like it even more when you’re screaming it.”
Emmett sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Can you take this seriously for one minute?”
“Oh, I’m taking this extremely seriously. But part of that is making sure our girl knows how badly I want her.” He shifts his hips slightly, and I can’t help but gasp as his very hard cock rubs against my ass. “Now, do you think we can have this conversation with you sitting by yourself, or do we need to restrain you?”
Panic flares in my chest. If they restrain me, there’s no way I can stop them from doing whatever they want to me.
Emmett catches my eyes and steps forward into my space until I’m sandwiched between the two of them. He grasps my chin and forces me to look up into his dark eyes. “We’re not going to hurt you, Waverly. We just want to talk.”
“I’d like to make an amendment to that statement,” Kade says against the shell of my ear. “We don’t want to hurt you in any way you won’t love.”
“Give me strength,” Emmett mutters so quietly I barely catch the words. “Just give us a chance to explain a few things, and then we’ll go from there.”
I nod hesitantly, and a moment later I’m standing by myself in the middle of the room while Emmett and Kade make themselves comfortable on my bed.
Great, now it’s going to smell like them.
I take a step away from them and lean against the wall. It’s probably best I don’t get on the bed with the two men that have fucked me in the last twenty-four hours. That can only end one way, and it doesn’t involve talking.
“Go on then.” I nod in their direction.
“Why don’t you come over here?” Kade pats the bed beside where he’s leaning on his elbow. “You’ll be more comfortable.”
“That’s not a good idea,” I say.
“Fine, suit yourself.” He shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him either way.
Maybe it’s my lack of experience with men, or perhaps just people in general, but Kade seems to be a bit of a walking, talking contradiction.
Emmett clears his throat, and I turn my attention to him. “Do you recognize me at all, Waverly?”
My brows pinch together in confusion. What the fuck does he mean by that? There are literally two of him in the room with me right now, of course I recognize him.
“From your past,” he clarifies.
I open my mouth to respond, to tell him I’d never seen him before my first night at the Scarlet Lounge, but then I think about how I felt that night. How I could have sworn I’d seen him before. How he seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place him.
“I don’t know,” I reply carefully.
He nods, all emotion washed from his face. “I was there the night your father died,” he tells me. “I’m the one that killed him and helped you escape.”