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Well, and then there was Oliver, who was busy eye-fucking Mya who appeared to have lost her bikini top at some point as well. Catching his eyes, Mya immediately dropped her arms as barriers between Gray and Carter at the realization and mimicked my move.
Oh, you’re playing with fire, Mya. That man looks like he wants to rip you apart, buuuut in a good way.
I twirled around, searching for the other point of that triangle of theirs, and discovered Mason hanging back near the double doors, arms folded over his chest, remaining quiet. His eyes weren’t on Mya but on the tiled floor.
“Clean up. Meet me in the library. Third door down this hall,” Carter grunted, stealing my attention. My head was already spinning with everything we’d dealt with; I didn’t need whiplash from the group dynamics as well.
“I take it you’ve been here before?” Lucy peered at Carter, and he nodded before taking the stairs two at a time.
“I’ll walk you two to one of the rooms,” Jack offered, nudging his chin toward the stairs.
“I’d rather have a room to myself for now,” Lucy said, clearly not ready to let go of her anger, and walked around me to get to the stairs.
“Lucy, wait.” I reached for her, hating the friction between us. “Let’s talk.”
She gently pulled free from my touch, and my knees buckled at her rejection. “You had eleven years to process everything,” she whispered, her back to me. “Just give me time, okay?”
“I’ll make sure she finds her way to a bedroom and not some sex chamber,” Mya joked, coming to my rescue. Well, I assumed it was a joke. “And Jack can still show you to yours,” she suggested, eyes on him.
It wouldn’t eliminate the hurt, but maybe being alone with him wasn’t such a bad idea. A tight hug from Jack was something I could use right about now. Maybe I don’t deserve his comfort.
Before I could allow that thought to marinate, Jack linked our hands together and addressed Jesse, “Let me know when Camila’s here.”
“Roger,” was all Jesse said, as we bypassed my sister and Mya and went up the stairs ahead of them.
Once on the second floor, Jack let go of my hand and, after peeking into a few of the rooms, settled on the bedroom at the end of the hall.
I peered at the bed, which had a black leather headboard and bold red comforter with red and black leather pillows.
I angled my head and stepped closer, trying to make out what was peeking out at the edge of the bed. Mya’s earlier joke came back front and center when I picked up what appeared to be a metal rod attached to—
“Is that what I think it is?” Jack interrupted my examination of an object I’d only ever seen in a movie. A movie that I had totally watched for the plot. And by the plot, I meant the hot actor who starred in said movie.
“It’s like Mya’s the psychic one.”
“Nothing surprises me when it comes to Carter’s associates. And I use that term loosely.” Jack reached for the steel bar, which had ankle cuffs on each end. And not the fuzzy ones. No, it looked like something belonging to a torture room from the 17th century.
Still kind of hot, though, if I was being honest with myself. “So, this is to restrain your legs, and—”
“If you squirm or try to move, the bar extends, forcing your legs even wider.”
“Great, the jaws of life for my legs. Guess that’s one way to find out how flexible I really am,” I teased.
He set down the sex-torture object, turned away from me, and tore a hand through his hair. He was adorable, trying to hide the fact the idea of having my legs spread wide open turned him on.
I mean . . . I was hella turned on, though. So . . .
“The shower is, uh, open to the room, huh?” His nervous laugh as he pointed out the obvious was a nice redirection. An interesting way to distract his thoughts. Maybe mine, too.
“That’s one sexy shower. Theme of the room. Sex.” Now my cheeks were hot. It wasn’t like this man hadn’t already devoured my body with his mouth. Why was I getting shy now?
Jack coughed into a closed fist, and even with his back to me, I could tell he was adjusting himself. Erection. Check.
I stepped next to him to take in his view of the shower, which also provided a view of the scenery just beyond the house. On the other side of the clear partition was a huge picture window open to the mountains. “At least we can pee in private,” I joked, pointing to a room off to his left I assumed had the sink and toilet.
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “I should let you wash up.”
“Or you could stay?” What am I doing? We’d just survived a quick bout in Hell, and I had no desire to take a joyride back to that hot inferno anytime soon, but was I horny? Why yes, yes, I am.
