Page 63 of Love Bank
Before I could admire him in his still-too-small boxers, he spun around and grabbed the pants folded nicely on the one and only chair in his sparse bedroom.
“Ohh…” I clapped my hands, light as a feather and hornier than I had any right to considering the frequency with which I got in Bain’s pants. “You’re going to show me something with the cuffs?”
I’d been waiting for this day patiently, wondering when he’d break out his prison-issued handcuffs and show me some of the kinkier stuff I’d heard about, but of course, had never experienced.
“Jesus Christ…” he muttered as he shoved first one leg and then the other in his pants.
I frowned. “What are you doing?” I needed him less clothed, not more clothed.
“Making us breakfast and wrapping my brain around how to get in your mom’s good graces. I need fuel for that.” He pulled out the top drawer of his dresser and whipped a shirt over his head.
“Goodbye,” I whispered wistfully to his abs. For a while there, I’d had my hands on those precious bumps.
Bain looked back at me, one thick eyebrow raised. “You can come with me to the kitchen, you know.”
I pushed my lower lip out. “I wasn’t saying goodbye to you, Warden.”
He shook his head, coming back over to the side of the bed. “You’re really weird, Lucille Eureka.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “But I really like you.”
I scoffed, despite my insides melting at his kiss and sweet words. “I sure hope you do since you told me you loved me last night.”
He smiled against my forehead. “Liking and loving are two different things, and lucky for you, I feel both.” Then he was off to the kitchen, leaving me alone in his bed, warmed by his words just as much as his body when he held me all night long.
I loved to tease that man. Even more so, I loved when we both put down the gloves and let the sweet flow between us. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, bouncing with each silent ring. I ignored it, thinking it was probably Mom checking in on me again. I stretched instead, enjoying the way my muscles ached deliciously from all the work they’d been getting riding the warden. As long as I was alive and kicking, he’d never have to enter Wanktown again. I had him covered in that department.
My phone buzzed again, the sound insistent in the quiet room. I heard something bang in the kitchen and then Bain curse. I smiled, wondering if the eggs would be edible this time. Bain was many things, but a cook was not one of them. More than likely we’d be heading to Coffee soon to pick up bagels and coffee.
For the third time, my phone buzzed. Frowning, I reached over and picked it up. No one called first thing on a Saturday morning unless it was an emergency. Three texts waited for me. Opening up my Hell Raisers text string, I saw the first one from Amelia.
Amelia:Lucille…call me ASAP. A pretty woman checked into the hotel around midnight last night. She just left after talking all about her business with Bain Sutter. Girl, something’s not right.
Amelia:Lucille?? Call me!
Lenora:What do you mean “not right”?
I hustled out of bed, nearly tripping over the covers half lying on the hardwood floor.
“Bain?” I called, heading to the kitchen as fast as my legs would carry me.
“Almost ready,” he called back.
I skidded to a stop and entered the kitchen, my heart beating hard and fast. His back was to me at the stove, stirring eggs in a pan, his broad back stretching his shirt. A sense of foreboding hit me like a gale force wind. Something wasn’t right, because of course it wasn’t. I’d been expecting Bain to break things off, but maybe it was someone else who’d drive the wedge between us. Didn’t know how I knew, but I’d felt it down deep in my gut since the beginning.
Our time is limited.
“Amelia texted me—”
The doorbell rang, cutting me off. My eyes widened and I thought I might puke right there on the spot. My imagination was in overdrive.
Bain tossed over his shoulder, “Would you get that?”
I spun on my bare foot, my stunned brain latching on to the brilliant idea of heading off danger at the pass. Tell whoever was here to go away before they popped my happy bubble. Hold off the inevitable for just another day. One more day to savor every second with Bain.Just give me one more day.
I swung the front door open, the only barrier between me and the end of everything I held dear an oversized T-shirt of Bain’s that still held his scent. In front of me stood a woman, a girl really, at least ten years younger than me. Her dress was tight and short, the smile sunnier than a summer day at the beach.
“Hi! I’m here to see Bain.”
Her voice was high-pitched, the tone confident, like she knew Bain intimately and knew she’d be welcome here. Tiny needles prickled up the skin on my back.
