Page 70 of Property of Kevlar

Or were they? Carrie had found herself a life Kelsey knew nothing about. She supposed Carrie getting serious with Mike could’ve escaped Kelsey. How had she missed the memo?

Then again, with the way the men acted around Carrie, Kelsey couldn’t exactly act surprised. These men copped a feel as if it were their damn job.

As he lowered her to her feet, Mike kept his hands on her waist, shuffled his feet, and moved Carrie so that she faced the new guy he’d been speaking to. He had his back to Kelsey now, and all she could see was the giant scorpion on his leather vest.

Carrie was completely out of her view.

Alarm bells sounded in Kelsey’s head. She should watch out for her friend. That was the whole point of her coming. The last thing she should do is allow Carrie to get away from her.

Kelsey charged toward them just as Mike lifted his arms and tossed Carrie’s shirt to the side.

“What the fuck?” Kelsey blurted.

The man with a president patch shifted his attention past Mike and Carrie to Kelsey, who stood beside them with her hands on her hips.

“What is going on?” Kelsey demanded.

Carrie chuckled nervously. “It’s fine,” she said.

Her pupils were fully dilated despite the low light in the room. She leaned back against Mike and licked her lower lip.

Whatever was in that pill had hit her like a freight train.

“I’m hot,” Carrie said. “Aren’t you?”

Reaching out, she skimmed her fingers along the hem of Kelsey’s top. Kelsey swatted them away.

“No.” The room was balmy as hell with all the bodies and terrible circulation, but Kelsey wasn’t about to admit to that. She’d cling to every article of clothing she had, no matter how badly she’d sweat. This wasn’t the place to be stripping.

Mike slid his hands over Carrie’s breasts, openly squeezing them for everyone to see, before he dipped them along her sides and into the waistband of her jeans. Carrie’s lids fluttered closed as she leaned against her biker boyfriend.

This was too much. They weren’t in a porn. What had gotten into her friend? While Carrie was quite the sexually active woman, Kelsey had never experienced this exhibitionist side of her before. This wasn’t right.

What was in that pill?

“Carrie.” Kelsey didn’t mean to sound as though she were reprimanding her friend, but her tone came out that way. Too bad. She needed to get her head on straight.

“Relax,” Mike coaxed. “We’re celebrating.”

“Carrie.” Kelsey snapped her fingers to get her friend’s attention.

Carrie’s eyes flew open. “What?”

“We’re leaving.” Kelsey reached for Carrie, but a thick hand grabbed her wrist.

Her heart leaped into her throat. Flashbacks to Pete in her apartment, slamming her against the wall, at the thrift store, and outside the Knucklehead raced through in her mind.

She froze.

“No,” the strange man said. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Unable to look away, Kelsey watched as Carrie’s jeans fell to the floor. Mike thrust his hand into her panties. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. Her eyes glazed slightly, but her face twisted.

This wasn’t like Carrie.

“Stop,” Kelsey demanded, wriggling but unable to set herself free to help her friend.

That wasn’t the expression of someone who was having a good time. Carrie was zonked out of her brain.