Page 87 of Pretty Nightmare

We stay like that for a few moments, holding each other’s cocks, breathing heavy, sweat running down my back. And even though I fully intended for this to happen today, I didn’t have any idea it would feel like this.

This good.

This perfect.

“Fuck,” he says, kissing me hard. “I want to do it again. Right now.”

But I hear Indie’s voice outside. And then Maggie.

And we pull apart. I grab a rag off the bench, throw it to him, then use another to clean myself up.

“Rain check?” I say, smiling at him.

“Yeah.” He throws the rag into the bin I use for ones that need laundering and then tucks his dick away, watching me as I do the same. “That’s the reason I came in here.”

“Really?”

“Shut up. You wanna take a trip to Savannah with me?” He looks over his shoulder, making sure no one is coming into the workshop. “Because I got a message from Wendy.”

“Wendy? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Little assassin girl? Indie’s friend. Sorta. Worked with Chek?”

“Oh, yeah. She works for you?”

“Yeah, ever since Chek died. I kinda took her in.”

“Hmm. You do realize you’ve got yourself three girls now?”

“Does she count?”

“Do you think she counts?”

“Point. Anyway. Nathan called her.”

“No. Fucking. Shit. Way to bury the lede.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Nah.” I chuckle. “So what’d he have to say? Are we gonna have to kill this boy?”

Adam looks over his shoulder again. “I don’t know yet. He wants to meet me in Savannah tomorrow morning. So we’re going. We’ll listen to him, but if that fucker threatens me, or Indie, or thinks he’s gonna come here and mess up our good thing, then—”

“Yeah. I get it.”

“I need to make some travel arrangements. We’ll take the jet.”

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you two.” We both turn to see Indie, who has a weird look on her face. “What’s going on here?” She points her finger back and forth between us.

“Just making plans for a quick trip.” Adam turns to me. “I’ve got a few other things to take care of. But we’re leaving this afternoon. We’ll stay the night there.”

“Gotcha.”

Adam has his back to Indie when he says this and his gaze lingers on mine for an extra second, giving me enough time to replay what just happened over in my head real quick. Then he turns and walks over to Indie, stopping to kiss her on the lips.

She pulls away a little. But then she kisses him back, laughing. “What’s going on?”

Adam smacks her ass, then walks off. “Ask McKay. He’ll tell you.”