Page 2 of Extraction Play

Pixie fluttered her lashes coquettishly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Any port in a storm though. And Pixie was one stunning fucking port amid a chaotic-as-hell storm.

Eva shook her head, taking the lead in the direction to where Parker was taking care of Micah. Her chest twisted tight. Too late to help her brother, yet again. Clearly, an ongoing theme in her life.

Despite the cracks of the floggers, the low murmur of conversation, and the moans exploding through the room, Eva’s focus remained unerring. She strode through the crowd with the single purpose of checking in on Micah, even though her chest squeezed with every step.

A flash of blonde hair had her stopping still, but when the woman walked by her, her features were none she recognized.

Someone bumped into her from behind, and Eva turned around—Pixie.

“Sorry,” Eva said. The curiosity flared in Pixie’s blue eyes, but she didn’t ask. For that, Eva was grateful. She’d been through breakups before—hell, plenty of them—so she didn’t know why this one was fucking her up so badly.

The answer waited at the door to be let in, but she refused to open it in invitation.

Eva stepped over to the aftercare corner, which had a much quieter vibe. Apart from Micah and Parker, a few other folks chilled here postscene, settling in the cozy spot.

“Hey,” Eva said. “What just happened? Are you okay?”

Micah blinked at her blearily. Parker clutched him tight, giving her a stare some might find menacing. Except she refused to be cowed. This was her goddamn brother.

“I’m Eva.” She lifted her chin and glared back. “Micah’s sister.”

The features of the big guy softened. “Parker. Micah’s boyfriend.” The way his expression lightened, the pure joy on his face, told Eva everything, and some taut thread inside her loosened.

“I’m good,” Micah said. “Go, enjoy your night.”

He shot her the same look he used to give when he wanted to be left alone to read. Clearly, he was basking in some new relationship feels. When they’d walked in here tonight, her brother had been single and missing Parker, but something had shifted between them for the better.

“We’re going to get out of here,” Pixie said, slipping her arm through Eva’s. “If you end up back at the apartment instead of riding Parker all night, I’ll be very disappointed in you, Micah Abrams. But seriously, I’m happy for you guys.” The soft glow to her expression showed her affection clear as daylight.

“I’ll take care of him.” Parker ran his fingers through Micah’s curls.

Eva’s heart twisted hard with a surge of jealousy. She was so damn happy for her brother. He deserved all this and more. She just hated that a mere six months ago, she’d believed she had that too.

The guy, the house, the happily ever after.

And then the girl. The girl who had turned her world upside down.

Now, she was left sorting through the flaming wreckage.

Pixie’s hand slipped into hers, and the touch drew her attention at once. The slender fingers, the warmth there—her attention snared on their intertwined fingers.

“Come on.” Pixie leaned in, her hot breath brushing against Eva’s ear. She shivered. Fuck, this woman was too damn tempting to ignore.

“Lead the way,” Eva said. Where would this minx take her? Normally, she loathed surprises. Except now the walls of the club felt like they were closing in on her, and she’d seize the escape. Damn shame too because this looked like one hell of a club night. However, kinkin the wrong headspace was a dangerous thing, and from the moment she’d stepped into Ouroboros, the memories she’d been trying to run from crash-collided with her guilt.

Pixie guided her up through the hallway, and they navigated through the crush of people on the dance floor. The heavy thump of bass, the writhing bodies, and the scent of sweat, latex, and leather surrounded them. Lights flashed in time to the music. However, Eva kept a steady grip on Pixie’s hand as they emerged on the opposite side. Her heart thumped at the contact, at the flare of electricity zapping through her.

When they stopped in front of the coat check, Pixie let go, and Eva swallowed down her protest. The temperature cooled at being away from so many packed bodies. Pixie tugged her hoodie over her sensual curves. Even in the oversized hoodie, the woman was a stunner.

“Ready to go?” she asked. Eva wasn’t the adventurous sort by any means. She needed checklists upon checklists and to go over everything a million and one times.

Yet tonight, she wanted to get whisked into the spring storm of this woman, to embrace the distraction.

“Let’s go,” she said, stepping out of the club. The brisk night air curled around her bare forearms. This wasn’t like Reno temps, despite the cities only being about four hours apart.

Pixie walked next to her, all but sashaying along the sidewalk. The woman moved with a lithe grace that had drawn her attention from the moment she’d seen her at Micah’s new place.

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