Chapter 15
Roman
Judge Thompson is a massive prick.
We had court again today to determine if my case will go to trial or not, and with all the evidence Evie has of my innocence, there shouldn’t be a trial.
Alas, Thompson listened to every word of our statements Eve rewrote four different times and barely glimpsed at the list of evidence before banging his gaudy gavel and declaring that we would have to return for an official trial.
Fucker didn’t even give us a date yet – said he had to check his schedule. I swear, somethings off about that bald motherfucker and I’m going to figure it out if it’s the last thing I do.
Now, we’re practically back where we started with Eve pacing back and forth in front of the courthouse, her hand clasped tightly around a ring I shouldn’t know anything about, and her lips flying as she mutters to herself too low for me to hear.
My back presses against the rough brick of the outside of the building as I watch her movements, each sway of her hips giving me flashbacks of how they jerked each time Wylder slammed into them two nights ago.
Each twitch of her lips reminds me of how they were trapped, spread open by the gag and dripping with spit as he used her.
She was completely at his mercy and all I saw on her face was exquisite ecstasy.
I would have thought Evangeline Patton would hate to be dominated in bed. Even in the short time I’ve known her, I’ve realized how much she craves control. She needs it. I didn’t expect her to relinquish it in bed. Hell, she was soaking the sheets while Wylder slapped her around and degraded her.
That’s not the Eve I know.
Would she get as wet for me if I tied her up and had my way with her? Would she writhe in pleasure-filled pain as I left my marks down her neck? While I claimed her as mine for everyone to see?
Would she ever want to take the reins and make me beg for a taste of her cunt as she hovered above me?
At least she moans prettily enough.
Oh, Atlas, you have no fucking idea.
He knows how pretty she sounds when she’s in the throes of passion, but it’s been too long and no doubt she sounds different than she did ten years ago. He didn’t even recognize her moans over the phone. And Kortez…he doesn’t even know what they sound like.
But they’ll be here, soon.
My eyes scan the nearly empty parking lot as Eve continues to pace, my gaze sharpening at any hint of movement I can see.
Atlas and Kortez are officially in Denver, have been for a day or so, but they wanted some extra time to look around the city and see if Wade had left his stench anywhere.
All three of us know that Wade’s behind the shooting at the club and my issues with Thompson.
We just need him to get close enough to get caught in one of our traps.
I’m happy my brothers are here. I’m not so insecure that I can’t say I miss them, but when they show up, I know things with Eve will change.
Right now, we’re getting close. Our relationship is…
nice. We have coffee together every morning, even though I hate the American shit she drinks, and we work on the case every night.
Our days are filled with small touches and lingering looks that I know would turn into more if possible.
I don’t even think Wylder is trying to cockblock me as much as he was in the beginning.
It’s almost as if leaving the door open two nights ago was a test – one I was happy to take.
Of course, I wish it was me instead of Wylder making my girl moan like that, or at least that I was beside him with my cock in her mouth keeping her moans muted instead of the gag.
Watching was a good start, though. Now, when I do get my chance, I’ll know what she likes.
Problem is, it’s going to be a lot harder to get time alone with her when Atlas and Kortez show up. A whole lot harder.
My face gets covered in shadow, and I look up into the eyes of my lawyer – my obsession. My Little Moth.
“Feel any better yet?”
She rolls her eyes and nudges my leg with her foot. “Get up, we’re going to Larry’s.”
I stand, wiping the dirt and pebbles from my pants. “Okay, but Larry’s kinda sounds like a place truckers go to get laid by cheap prostitutes.” I shoot her a wicked smile, “Pretty blonde lawyers are more my speed.”
She scoffs and takes my hand in hers, “Just come on, it’s right up the road.”
Right up the road turned into only being two blocks away, and Larry’s turned into being a strip club.
Who names a strip club Larry’s? The owner, Larry, who greeted Eve with a hug and a smile as soon as we walked through the door.
“There you are! It’s been too long, girl! We miss you around here!” Larry runs his hand through his graying hair before motioning to a hallway near the back of the stage, “Not many of the girls are here for the day shift but I think Cherry is back there.”
Eve smiles and practically throws me her briefcase. “Hold this.”
She starts walking toward the back hall, leaving me out front with an old strip club owner in the middle of the day.
I take a look around the club, noting the empty stage and the weathered tables surrounding the raised platform.
There’s a single man sitting at the bar nursing a drink, but he looks so wasted I doubt he’s even realized there’s even other people here.
Larry chuckles at my side and claps me on the shoulder, making me tense. Back at home, a clap on the shoulder meant bad news. Here apparently, it means Larry offers me a drink on the house.
I ask for a beer and settle into one of the bar stools, motioning back toward the hall. “How do you know Eve?”
Larry smiles, looking back at the hall before going back to drying glasses, “She worked here for a little while, back when she first moved to the city. No clue why, as she had that fancy lawyer job and she could’ve been fired, but she made a killing. Never kept any of it, though.”
My mind hammers with questions. The more I learn about Evangeline Patton, the less I know. Who is this woman?
I take a large swig of my beer. “She still comes around?”
Larry shrugs, turning to put the glasses away. “Not as much as she used to, but yeah. She’s close with a lot of the girls and comes in to give them legal advice and whatnot, issues with their ex-husbands and stuff usually. She’s even helped me a time or two.”
I’m about to ask him another question when I feel a touch on my shoulder. Eve stands at my side, her eyebrows raised and a smile on her face that makes her look like a damn angel. “Asking about me?”
I shrug, “I’m curious about the woman who I’m falling for.”
Her eyes flash and I watch as her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving mine as she says, “Hey, Larry, you mind if I do a quick set?”
My heart skips a beat in my chest as I realize what she’s saying. She’s going to dance.
I hear Larry tell her to go ahead, but my eyes are stuck to her as she winks and walks away, her hips swaying as they disappear down the hall.
There’s another tap on my opposite arm and I turn to see Larry smiling at me. “I’d move seats if I were you.”
I practically trip over my own feet as I rush over to one of the chairs in front of the stage.
A few minutes later, the lights dim down, leaving only a single light on the pole directly in front of me.
Music begins to beat through the speakers, low and sensual, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
I take a drink of my beer and struggle to swallow it down as Eve comes into view, her pale legs shimmering in the light as she walks confidently over to the pole.
Her pants suit has disappeared, leaving only a black lace nighty and thong set.
The fabric over her stomach is mesh and just see through enough for me to see the outline of her stomach, but it’s short enough to highlight the curve of the hips I love so much.
Her chest is covered by thicker lace, but the material itself is no match for the heaviness of her breasts and there’s a hint of her hard nipple peeking through.
Her curly hair is down, framing her face that’s now covered by a matching lace mask.
That must be how she worked here without anyone from the law firm recognizing her. Masks.
The beat drops and she wraps her leg around the pole, spinning around and dropping with the music. The entire time she dances, she keeps her eyes hooked on mine, the steel gray orbs darkening with desire and mischief as the song goes on.
She approaches the edge of the stage, swinging her hips wide and dragging her hand from her thigh all the way up to her neck.
The nighty raises with her hand, and I get a peek at just how little the thong is hiding, my cock hardening at the sight.
She drops down to her knees and bounces a few times, her breasts bouncing with her, before she leans over and stretches her arms out toward me with her chest pressed against the stage.
Her ass is pointed up in the air and her hips are spread wide.
She moves one of her hands between her thighs and I watch as it disappears in her thong only to come out glistening moments later. She reaches her hand back toward me with her fingertips covered in her wetness – offering it to me.
I lean forward in my chair, leaving my forgotten beer on the table, as I take her hand in mine and suck her fingers into my mouth.
Her flavor explodes on my tongue, making me groan out and reach down to squeeze my aching cock.
Her eyes flutter closed as my tongue sucks on her fingertips, making sure to get every last bit of her present for me.
When I pull away, she opens her eyes and lets them once again find me. “Go get my car. We’re going home.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my damn life.
I ran back to the courthouse parking lot, briefcase in hand, got the keys from the case and drove that thing out of the lot like I was stealing cars in my youth again.