Page 18 of Extraction Play

“I can take her home.” The words burst out of Eva’s mouth. The need to run her fingers through Pixie’s hair, to soothe her, to let the woman rest on her lap grew more intense by the second. “Keep an eye out and everything.”

“I’m not a child,” Pixie grumbled, but she clearly wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

Meg’s features relaxed as she glanced over them both before her gaze zeroed in on Eva. “I trust you.”

Heavy fucking words. This woman’s trust felt like the weight of a contract—and breaking it would result in severe repercussions. However, Eva liked responsibility. She liked it even more when it came to the pretty little sub who’d choked on her cum tonight.

“We’ll Uber back,” Eva said. Even though Pixie’s apartment was nearby, a brisk half-hour walk wasn’t feasible with a sub who needed more aftercare. Eva pushed up, grabbed her phone, and in no time had a car situated. She pulled herself together as she headed over to claim Pixie.

“Come on.” Eva extended a hand.

Meg caught her gaze. “Do you need to talk after all that? Aftercare isn’t just for subs.”

Eva swallowed hard. The consideration this woman had shown her was a balm to her shattered ego. After the way everyone in her life had jettisoned her—friends and family alike—she’d been hurting with wounds she refused to speak of. Mostly because she wouldn’t burden the one family member who hadn’t tossed her out.

“I’m okay right now.” Eva mentally checked herself. Her mind whirled, and her limbs were a little shaky—not just from the orgasm but from being in Domme mode for the first time with someone new. First time in a group like that too. However, the urge to cuddle up with Pixie back at the house gripped her hard, and she didn’t want to linger around longer. “If I feel like I’m not, can I text you?”

“You better,” Meg said, a wan grin on her lips.

The familiar strains of the Tetris theme sounded as Fin got the game going. They plunked down next to Meg and sprawled out across half the couch.

“Take care of our Pixie girl,” they said, even though their eyes didn’t leave the screen as they began to fit the pieces into place.

Pixie placed her hand in Eva’s, and when she looked up at her, those blue eyes so damn earnest, her chest spasmed with a protective urge.

“Come on, dove.” The nickname slipped to her lips as naturally as her name. Terrible idea to continue calling her that. Hell, she shouldn’t have done it in the first place, but just like tonight, she couldn’t seem to help herself.

Pixie rose on shaky legs, and Eva gathered Pixie’s clothes and handed them over, even if part of her wanted to dress the woman herself. Pixie slipped her loose pink tank top back on, and Meg brought over her black yoga pants she must’ve discarded before the scene started. Once Pixie got her shoes on and retrieved her purse from the table, Eva placed a hand on her lower back to guide her.

The slight hitch of Pixie’s breath was such a turn-on, just like how the woman obeyed her touch as she set off with her in tow.

“I’ll text you when we get back,” Eva promised Meg. While she’d planned to spend the whole night at Whipped, Micah wasn’t returning to the apartment tonight. And Eva just wanted a little more time with Pixie.

“Please do.” Meg lounged with her arms along the back of the couch with the poise of a panther.

“Take care, both of you,” Nolan said as he rested his hand behind Sloan’s head. Eva’s lips twitched at the ridiculousness of having a serious conversation while someone got their cock warmed, but she guessed that was par for the course with this crew.

The walk to the steps and the front door of Whipped passed in a blur. Eva guided them up, her hand remaining steady on Pixie’s back. Her heart thumped hard because of everything they’d done tonight.

And everything she still wanted to do to this woman.

The moment she undid the lock and stepped outside Whipped, the brisk San Francisco air whirled around her, just what she needed to clear her mind. Play Night had been life-changing but not like she’d expected. The chance to learn, to dive into the scene again, to get a shot with Pixie, even if it was only for a single night, had led her there in the first place. However, she hadn’t realized how much she’d been hurting. How all those tiny slices into her had accumulated until she bled. Her chest scraped a little raw with the realization that her mom’s words over the years brimmed so close to the surface—not nearly the depth she thought she’d buried them.

The way Pixie had placed her trust in her tonight, how she’d stared at her with soft adoration, fuck. Eva didn’t feel like she was worthy of it, but she wanted to be. So damn badly.

“You hanging in there?” Pixie asked, her voice like gossamer. Eva’s palm had never left Pixie’s lower back, but she didn’t want to take it away either. This connection bolstered her in ways she hadn’t realized she’d been craving.

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be asking you?” Eva asked.

Her phone buzzed as headlights glared right in front of them, and Eva squinted at the screen. Their Uber had arrived. She nudged Pixie toward the Honda Civic, opened the door, and followed her inside. After exchanging a few words with the driver, she settled beside Pixie, mourning the loss of contact. Until Pixie curled against her side.

Eva’s chest squeezed tight, and she wrapped her arm around Pixie’s shoulders, drawing her close. Pixie’s cheek pressed against her breast, and those pretty long lashes fluttered shut. Eva’s heart thundered, but she didn’t dare move, not with this perfect woman in her arms. During the drive, Pixie nuzzled against her breast a few times, and Eva was sure she could hear the insane pounding in her chest. However, Pixie remained utterly relaxed.

Eva might be in a new city, but she didn’t bother staring out the window. Not with Pixie curled up in her arms. No, instead, she memorized the curve of Pixie’s chin, her slender nose covered with freckles, the wild strands of her short blue hair, almost purple in the night. She smelled like jasmine and sex, and Eva drank it in, loving the warm weight of Pixie crushed against her.

After feeling worthless for so long, she soaked up the implicit trust this woman gifted her, the way she let Eva take care of her, providing her with the first ounce of confidence she’d experienced since Sienna and Jack had tossed her out.

“So, what did you think of your first Play Night?” Pixie asked, her words slurred as if she were drunk.

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