Chapter 24 Kashton
TWENTY-FOUR
KASHTON
To my surprise, Sin and I are ushered into the same room at the station, hands still cuffed behind our backs.
The door opens a minute later, and the familiar detective enters.
I want to talk to him about Eve and the report that Adam showed me, but I bite my tongue.
If Adam thinks I’m all she has, I believe him.
She seems to be the one thing he cares about right now.
The detective plops down across from us.
“Assault and battery? Where the fuck did you get a bat? You were on your bikes.” He doesn’t let us answer.
“Reckless driving, slowing traffic on the highway in order to pop wheelies, lane splitting…guess it’s appropriate to assume that was the two of you the station was receiving calls about. ”
We say nothing.
Haynes runs a hand down his face. “I’m only doing this because of Tyson,” he states.
Ty has this guy wrapped around his little finger, and it makes me wonder what Tyson has on him to get this kind of treatment.
He stands and walks behind me. Grabbing my shirt, he yanks me from the seat and undoes the cuffs. Then he removes Sin’s as well. “Get the fuck out of here,” he orders.
We walk outside, both laughing, but it dies when three people at the curb at the bottom of the steps turn to face us.
“Fuck,” Sin sighs softly under his breath. Then he plasters a big smile on his face. “Little—”
“Don’t you little demon me right now, Easton,” his wife shouts.
“It was my fault,” I say, placing my hand on my heart with sympathy. “I’m so…”
“Shut the fuck up, Kashton,” she screams at me.
Tyson’s lips curl up, trying not to laugh, but Lake pops a hip out, obviously on her friend’s side.
Sin rubs his jaw. “How did you…?” He trails off.
“Find out that you were arrested?” Elli finishes for him. “I was with Lake when Tyson called her and said he was headed to the station. What in the fuck were you thinking?” She puts her hands on her hips.
He doesn’t answer.
“Did you hit him with a helmet or a bat? You know what? It doesn’t matter what you used. What if you had killed him?”
“I’ll fight dirty.” Sin shrugs. “I’m about to be a father. Can’t pick your kids up with two broken hands.” He chuckles.
I didn’t think Elli’s face could get any redder than it already was, but she practically has smoke rolling from her ears.
“An assault with a deadly weapon constitutes aggravated assault, Easton. It’s a felony in the state of Pennsylvania. You could have gone to prison.”
His laughter grows.
“This is not an assignment,” she screams.
“Elli.” He softens his voice.
“Get in the fucking car,” she barks.
“I’ve got to get my bike out of impound,” he argues.
“Leave it. We’re selling that death trap.” Elli shakes her head. “You will not make me a widow because of your stupid, idiotic actions.” Her hard eyes meet mine before she spins around and waddles off to her SUV.
“Sorry, man,” I tell him.
Sin reaches out and pulls me in for a man handshake hug.
“You’re fine. Pregnancy hormones. She gets pissed at me more times a day than I can count.
In an hour, it’ll be something else.” He chuckles.
“I’ll call you later.” With that, he walks slowly down the steps and nods to Tyson as he passes.
He goes over to their SUV and opens the passenger door for her.
Elli looks like she wants to argue and drive but just rolls her eyes and gets in.
He shuts the door and makes his way to the driver’s seat.
As Sin pulls away, I walk down the steps, and Tyson speaks to me. “Get in. I’ll take you to Carnage.”
“I need to get my bike.” I’ll ride mine, he can ride Sin’s, and Laikyn can follow us to Carnage to drop them off before taking him home. Sin can come get his tomorrow or the next day because I know he won’t be selling it.
“They’re already at Carnage,” he informs me, and when I frown, he explains. “I called Haynes to inform him of what was going on, and I asked him to leave them there. Then I called Saint and Haidyn. They had the girls drive them to the gas station, where they picked them up.”
Great. Now I have to explain to my brothers what the fuck I was doing fighting two idiots at a gas station with Sin.
I enter Carnage and rush to my room. Before I jump in the shower, I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls.
Nothing.
I’m not sure what I expected. Everett isn’t going to call or text me. I’m not even sure she knows I saved my number in her phone. I knew she’d never ask for it.
I made sure to get hers when I went through her phone for Adam’s. I just haven’t used it. No need to. I know where she lives and where she hangs out.
Her life is pretty simple if you remove the fact that she kills men for a living and works for the Lords. She’s got a double life that is going to catch up to her eventually, and I’m going to have to save her from it.
Entering my bathroom, I remove my clothes and turn on the shower. I’m covered in dirt and loose gravel from lying face down in a gas station parking lot.
I begin to rinse off and grab the soap. As I wash my cock, it hardens in my hands, and I can’t help but think of my girl and what she did for me the past two days. She was exceptional.
God, I’ve never experienced something like that before. I’ve paid for sex and of course taken women home from the club—one-night stands have been my thing. But this was something different. More intimate.
She kneels by the wall, her leash connected to the hook above her head. She quietly sits there, waiting for me to use her.
I finish grabbing some things out of my bag before I toss it to the side. Then I go and grab her leash, pull her to stand, and walk her over to the four-poster bed that sits up against the wall of stained-glass windows.
Turning to face her, I gently unclasp her nipple clamps, and a small cry comes from her lips. I rub them tenderly, causing her to push into me and turning her cry into a moan.
“Crawl into bed. Lie on your stomach,” I order.
She does as she’s told as gracefully as she can. Her arms are still secured behind her back, and that’s where they’re going to stay until I’m done with her.
I grab what I need and then wrap the last remaining belts around her ankles and thighs, buckling them in place. She can’t move an inch. Nor can she try and rub her legs together. I’ve seen her try to get some sort of friction where she needs it most.
Once she’s secure, I pull the sashes on the drapes to close the curtains. It’s been a long night. The sun will be rising soon, and my girl needs her sleep if I’m going to use her how I plan.
“Get some rest, angel,” I tell her, pulling the covers up and over her body. “I’ll wake you in the morning.” With that, I walk away, leaving her in bed whimpering while I go and sit at the table. I have some emails I need to go over before I can take a nap.
I turn off the shower and get out, drying off. I never ended up getting that nap. It didn’t take her long to pass out from exhaustion. I let Eve sleep for two hours before I woke her up, dragged her head to hang off the side of the bed, and started to fuck her mouth again.
She didn’t disappoint. She was willing to give me everything I wanted and more. But the point was to leave her needy. To push her to see just what she would do in order to get what she wanted.
Begging was at the top of her list. Her desperate voice still sings in my ears.
“Please…Kash…please fuck me…I need you.”
It was a glorious sight to see. Hearing her beg was even better. It took every bit of willpower I had to not give her what she begged so sweetly for.
My angel has no clue, but I’m going to give her what she wants tonight.
I’m going to lie down, pass the fuck out for the day, and then go out tonight.
I’m going to surprise her at her house and bring the bag full of goodies I ordered just for her.
This time she’ll be begging me to stop making her come.
It’s all about balance.
EVERETT
It’s late. The clock on my dash reads almost midnight. I’m driving home after killing another unlucky bastard at the motel. My face is throbbing and my side hurts.
I didn’t realize how much my two days with Kashton had weakened me.
All the alcohol I consumed probably didn’t help.
I almost gave up; the guy was over two hours late and then gave me some bullshit line that his wife wouldn’t let him leave and he had to wait for her to pass out before he could sneak out.
These bastards’ wives should thank me for taking care of their problems. Their husbands die and they get to reap the rewards of their life insurance.
Pulling into my driveway, I park my car in the garage. I get out and drag myself into my home. I’m not even in the mood to shower. I just want to pass out. But I’m covered in blood and need one.
It got messy. Normally I’d be into that, but tonight I wasn’t.
I’m just emotionally drained and physically exhausted.
This is when I wish I took pills to help me sleep, but I know not to trust myself with them.
I’d take an entire bottle and then not wake up.
Or worse, take pills to sleep and then need medication to wake up.
I refuse to alter my mind and body like that. I spent too many years on them already.
Turning on the living room light, I jump back when I see a man sitting on my couch.
“I’ve been waiting—” He stops when his blue eyes get a good look at me. “What in the fuck happened to you?” Kashton jumps up from the couch.
“Stop.” I place my hands up to keep him back. I’m not in the mood. “Go home. Leave me alone, Kash.” I don’t even bother asking how in the fuck he got in my house again or how long he’s waited for me to show up.
“Everett,” he barks, rushing over to me. “Who fucking did this to you?”
I take a stumbling step back, but my vison blurs for a second and I fall off the side of my heels.
“Whoa.” He grabs my arms to steady me. “Talk to me, Eve. What’s going on?
” His pretty blue eyes frantically search my face and body.
His hands glide down my arms and over my waist, and all I can think about is him ripping off my jeans, bending me over the couch, and fucking me. “Where are you hurt?” he demands.
Hurt? Am I hurt? Just my pride after I crawled on all fours for him. I literally did everything but bark for him. For fucking dick. I’m the problem. Women like me are why guys like him exist. We give them what they want, and it’s never enough.
“I’m…fine,” I answer, blinking rapidly. “Just need some rest.” I try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.
“You’re bleeding,” he growls.
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“What?” Kashton snaps.
Is he talking to me? “Hmm?” I ask, looking up at him.
He’s got two heads. Both of them floating around like you see in a cartoon.
There’s even a ringing in my ears that might or might not be birds chirping.
Whatever the fuck it is, it’s annoying. I pull on my ears, thinking that will help. “Make it stop,” I mumble.
He places his hands on either side of my face, holding it in place, and I shuffle from foot to foot on my heels. My feet hurt. “Look at me,” he orders.
I try to say I am, but nothing comes out.
“Everett,” he barks, and I feel his hands leave my face. One wraps around my neck, and I moan at the way his fingers tighten.
Is he going to fuck me? Choke me out? That sounds nice. At least I’ll get a good night’s sleep. I faintly hear his voice in the distance, but I can’t make out what he’s saying, so I just close my eyes. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll let me come this time.