Page 47 of Slaughter

I look down at Bunny to see her head on my thigh, eyes closed. “Nah.” I shake my head. “I’m gonna call it a night.”

He just shrugs and then turns to another friend Mitch, asking him to play. I finish my beer, tipping it back, and watch him look over at Bunny. Things haven’t been the same since I punched him when I walked in on him pressing his cock into her ass while trying to show her how to play pool. Not sure why I never saw it before, but now it’s all I see. The way he looks at her. Watches her. The only reason I allow him to still hang around us is because my father taught me to keep my enemies close. And he has definitely become my enemy.

I slowly shift her head off my leg and then stand, picking her up in my arms. I walk out of the game room and down the hall to my bedroom. I place her on my bed and then jump over her to lie down next to her.

I place one hand under my head, propping it up and the other falls to my chest. The bass from the outside speakers that my brother has blaring for those in the pool shakes my walls, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m used to it.

I close my eyes, but they open when I feel a small hand on my chest. I look over to my left to see a set of beautiful blue eyes staring at me. “Hey,” I say, turning on my side and cupping her soft face.

“Hey,” she says with a yawn. “How long have we been in here?”

“Not even a minute.”

She glides her hand down my chest and stomach and under the hem of my shirt. I tense as her fingers softly burn my skin. “Why haven’t you pressured me for sex?” she asks.

Her question doesn’t surprise me. She’s been dropping hints here and there for a while now, but I’ve ignored them all. “I don’t want to rush you. I can wait until you’re ready.” Tristan’s words come back to me—fuck her before they do.

“What if I told you I was ready now?” she whispers softly like she is too ashamed to say it out loud.

My cock hardens at her words, but my jaw tightens. I’ve had blue balls for years now. I’ve thought of nothing but her and I having sex for longer that I can imagine. Our age difference isn’t all that bad, but I am eighteen now. And I never wanted to push her into something she wasn’t ready for. Presleigh is the kind of girl you wait for. Plus, in a world full of women and sex, I’ve wanted her to stay innocent as long as possible.

She sits up and pushes me onto my back. I go willingly. Then she’s straddling me. My hands going to her jean-clad hips. “Bunny …”

She reaches down and pulls her shirt up and over her head. “I want you, Avery.” She bites her lip nervously. “Don’t you want me?”

I sit up, my hands going to her hair instantly, and I pull her head back and she starts to pant. I press my lips to her soft skin and inhale the scent of vanilla. It’s intoxicating. “Of course, I want you.” I say roughly. No need to lie. She can feel my hardness in my jeans.

“Please,” she begs, panting.

“Please what, Bunny?” I ask, trailing down to her breast that her bra covers. We’ve fooled around before, but she’s always been the one to initiate it. I never wanted to overstep that line with her or make her feel uncomfortable. I love this woman!

“Make love to me.”

The fire burns, warming my study while giving off a soft glow. I sit at my desk, holding a glass of scotch in my hand. I’m on my fourth.

“At least she survived,” Tristan offers. His words sound like he cares, but his tone is indifferent.

I know how he feels. He couldn’t care less either way.

I take a drink. “For now.”

He looks up at me. “I have to say I’m surprised with Presleigh. I didn’t think she had the balls to go that far. I thought she was more of a fighter than to give up.”

I shrug and look down at the letter opener on my desk. I found it with her in the tub along with a washcloth. It’s still covered in her dried blood. And another bottle of my scotch that she needed in order to pull it off. “Everyone has a breaking point.” A part of me hates that she gave in so fast. I liked the fight in her. It was much more attractive.

“True,” he agrees.

There’s a knock on my study door. “Come in.”

Lance, our longtime family friend and doctor, peeks his head in. He looks around nervously before his brown eyes meet mine. “She’s asleep and will be for a while.”

“Thanks,” I say, taking another drink.

His eyes shoot to my brother and linger for a second before they go to my cell sitting on my desk. Then they land on mine. His brown eyes are wide with fear, and sweat has formed on his forehead.

“You okay?” I ask, wondering what the hell is wrong with him. It couldn’t be the sight of Bunny earlier. He’s been a doctor for longer than I can remember. He’s seen worse than the state I found her in.

“Yes. Yes,” he assures me with a nod of his head. “I’ll be going.” Then without another word, he exits and closes the door.

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