Thrill Ride (Black Knights Inc. #4)(41)
And it was at this point, much to Eve’s consternation, that all heads turned toward her.
“What? Why are you looking at me?” she demanded, her stomach filling with dread. Being the subject of such close scrutiny, especially when the scrutinizers were a group of hardened operators, made her feel like a bug under a microscope. Like, at any moment, someone was going to reach out and pull off one of her wings, like she was about to—
“This is your house,” Steady piped up.
“Yes. So?”
“So where’s your stash of sex toys?” he demanded, completely deadpan.
She couldn’t have stopped the hot blush that burned up her chest and neck to explode in her cheeks if she’d shoved her whole body in a barrel full of ice water. “I…I…don’t…” She shook her head and coughed, unable to go on since there was a gigantic lump of embarrassment in the middle of her throat.
Seriously? Had he just asked where she kept her stash of sex toys? Like it was a foregone conclusion she had one? Of course, what made it even more humiliating was the fact that—
“I brought Mr. Blue with us,” Becky announced eagerly, and Eve wondered if the closet was suddenly spinning or if it was just her.
“Mr. Blue?” Billy questioned. “Do I even want to know?”
“He was my standin for Frank before Frank decided to pull his head out of his ass and make an honest woman of me.” She winked at Boss.
The big guy picked up the conversational ball and started to run with it, “And now he’s fun to use to—”
“Nope,” Billy held up a hand, cutting the Black Knights’ leader off mid-sentence. “I was right. I didn’t want to know. Holy good God almighty, I’m never going to get that image out of my head.” He shuddered like someone had just poured a bucket of spiders down his shirt.
Steady gave Boss a way to go, man punch, which had a smug smile spreading across Boss’s harsh face. The guy was the picture of someone completely sure of both his woman and his manhood. And when he wrapped a possessive arm around Becky’s shoulders, Becky smiled up at him, and the heat in her eyes was enough to have Eve looking on with longing.
She wished she had that much confidence, that much chutzpah, to admit that she—
And, just like that, her defense instructor’s encouragement whispered through her head. You need to grow a set of balls, Eve. Come out of your shell. The whole world isn’t going to judge.
And it was good advice. She knew it was. But the truth of the matter was, the world had judged her and very harshly at that.
Unfortunately, a man’s life might depend on what she did right now, so she swallowed her humiliation, locked her stupid knocking knees together, opened her mouth and admitted, “I have one of those lipstick-tube shaped vibrators in my purse, and another one in the bedside table in the master bedroom. Will those help?”
The urge to go find some sand to bury her head in was strong, especially when Billy slowly raised one sleek brow. But she lifted her chin and held her ground even as every single eye in the closet landed on her crimson face.
Chapter Eleven
“Why, Eve, you naughty, naughty girl,” Becky chuckled, reaching into the pocket of her shorts in order to pull out a cherry Dum Dum. Bill watched with his lungs frozen, his head buzzing, and his dick thumping against his zipper—just the thought of Eve pleasuring herself with a little vibrator was enough to shoot the mercury level on his horny-meter all the way to the tip-tippity-top—as his sister handed the sucker to Eve with the fanfare and care someone might use to pass off a newborn babe.
“What’s this for?” Eve asked, and Bill didn’t need to see the heat in her face to know she was far more embarrassed for having made that…uh…little confession—f*ckin’-A!—than she was letting on. Because the tremor in her voice, and the way she tried to cover it up by delicately clearing her throat, said it all.
It was all so endearing and goddamnit! It was sexy as hell!
“For once again proving how badass you really are under that ballerina exterior of yours,” Becky explained.
Bill wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but Eve’s blush deepened. “I don’t know how admitting that I have a couple of…” She trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
Ozzie had no trouble jumping into the void. “Self-pleasuring devices?” he offered helpfully.
She winced, clearing her throat again. “Yes. I don’t know how my admitting I have a couple of those makes me a badass, more like a Super Freak. But I guess I’ll take what I can get.”
Super Freak? Well, maybe. But that was the kind of Super Freak he could really get behind…or on top of…or beneath, come to think of it. And before Bill could stop it, his mind conjured up an image of her lying in that big feather bed out there, head thrown back against the cool, white pillow, black hair fanned out, mile-long legs spread wide. She was pink and slick and open as she—
Christ! He had to shake his head in order to jangle the thought loose before his erection grew as big as the Trump Tower. As it was, he had to do one of those covert stance adjustments or suffer some serious discomfort.
Of course, it turned out it wasn’t all that covert, because Ozzie caught his move, glanced down at his fly then quickly back up to his face, and shot him a wide, shit-eating grin. Bill responded with a smirk that could be read only one way…Yeah? Well, go f*ck yourself.