Kaia
“Hey, girl,” he said cheerfully. “What’s up?”
“Axel’s having a party at the club?”
“Am I invited?”
“Of course not,” she said with biting sarcasm, the tone reminding him of why he couldn’t help her.
It was the same reason he couldn’t remain friends with Jana. They didn’t care if they hurt Rebel.
“Hey, Fia, uh, I won’t be able to stop by, so, yeah, uh, bye—”
“No, wait! I’m sorry. I know how you feel about Rebel.”
“Yeah, and I know how she feels about you. I just got back into her good graces. If I tell her I helped you, she’ll think it’s because I have feelings for you other than friendship. If I don’t tell her and she finds out, she’ll accuse me of cheating.”
“I-I don’t want to die, Kaia. If I hurt Rebel again, my life’s over. I promise you she’ll never find out from me.”
That statement bothered Kaia. “Has Diesel put you up to this? Be honest with me. Rebel might not find out from you, but that motherfucker would have no qualms about telling her.”
“I haven’t spoken to him,” she said indignantly. “I need your help for five fucking minutes.”
“I better not fucking regret this,” he snapped. “I’m on my way.”
She greeted him at the door in the shortest, sheerest bathrobe he’d ever seen. He pretended not to notice, even when she loosened it and revealed her pussy and breasts, leaving nothing to his imagination.
She closed the door and then hugged him, laying her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, babe. Tell me how I can repay you.”
Gritting his teeth, Kaia grabbed her arms and gently pushed her away. “By behaving. I didn’t come here to fuck you. Close your fucking robe and show me the fucking toilet.”
She smiled, glanced at him through her lashes, and sashayed away, her ass cheeks tempting him as much as the sight of her pussy had. “Follow me,” she threw over her shoulder.
By the time they reached the bathroom, she’d re-tied the belt on the little robe. Sighing, he removed the lid off the tank, finding the chain detached from the cracked plastic lever. She needed a new handle.
Fuck, but he didn’t have time for this. He still had two more stops to make and there was no fucking way he could explain to Rebel why he hadn’t completed all his tasks if Fia was involved.
“I’m going to call Bishop. See if he can come over.”
Since the run-in with him a couple of weeks ago in the library, Bishop had thawed slightly. Maybe he’d help him by taking over the repair of Fia’s toilet.
“I don’t want Bishop to come…over,” she added with emphasis, then giggled, twisting her dirty blonde hair around a finger and licking her lips.
His cock jerked and his balls hurt, his pulse speeding up. “Why are you doing this to me, Fia?” he croaked. “You know…”
“You know that I have good pussy. You want to sink your hard dick into me and fuck me raw.”
Goddamn it, but he did. He just…Rebel’s face rose in his head. Her devastation at the volleyball game. Her bruises after the attack at Turn Creek. Her beautiful eyes lasering him with accusation.
Fia ran a finger down the center of his chest. “I won’t tell,” she swore. “And I am trying to help you. If you don’t get your nuts off in me, you’ll pressure her and then you’ll die. Her parents will somehow know.”
Swallowing, Kaia grabbed her hand. “I have to go—”
“She has Diesel, Kaia.”
He froze.
“To help her with whatever. I thought I had you.”
He hadn’t been drinking and he wasn’t high. Thankfully. Despite how much the thought of Diesel annoyed him, and the reminder that Rebel would choose him over Kaia any day, he rushed out of the bathroom and hurried back to the car.
He’d made a promise to Rebel, and she expected him to honor it.