Page 52 of Whips and Chains
Levi glared at me. “There was no ‘blowie.’”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? No bob on the knob?”
Whip rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
“No slurpin’ the gherkin?”
Levi made a face. “What?”
I pushed my tongue into my cheek a couple of times, making it bulge, and winked at him. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“I wish I didn’t.” Whip strode toward the main room of the club. “I need way more alcohol to deal with you in this mood.”
But alcohol wasn’t going to touch the need I had curling around inside me. “No alcohol, and no going home. Someone has to supervise me before I go on a stabbing spree. You don’t want me on the morning news, do you?”
Whip groaned. “Isn’t this why you have parents?”
I grinned at him. “Are you asking me to call you Daddy?” I glanced at Levi. “Is that what you call him?”
Levi threw up his hands. “For fuck’s sake, X. Fine! We’re going killing. Jesus, I’ve never been so annoyed at the thought of taking someone out. But anything to shut you up.”
I kissed his cheek, and he shoved me off.
I couldn’t control my laughter. “You only like kisses from Whip, then, huh?”
The instant flush of pink in his cheeks told me there had definitely been some saliva swapping when the two of them had been in that viewing room.
That was kinda hot.
Whip gave me a look. “If we take you killing, will you shut up about it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just call me your first victim of the night, because you are killing me. Go. Please. Forthe love of all things fucking holy, go get a knife before I turn my gun on myself.”
We moved for the door, but someone calling my name stopped me.
I drank in the sight of Violet weaving through the crowd toward us.
She stopped in front of me, glancing at Whip and Levi before turning back to me. There was the tiniest hint of a pout on her lips. “Where are you guys going?”
Whip and Levi both opened their mouths to answer, but I got in first. “Killin’.”
Whip elbowed me. “Shut up. She doesn’t need to hear that, after…everything.”
Seriously, the Dad title really did fit him. He was such an old grump. “Would you prefer I lied to her again? Have we learned nothing from the last twenty-four hours? Violet doesn’t want us lying to her. So I’m not. Get on board the truth train with me, Whip.”
“Is it possible for that truth train to just run you right on over? Like, I can tie you to the tracks if it helps?”
I made a face at him.
Violet narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t give him shit. He’s right. I’m so sick of you three keeping stuff from me.”
Levi sighed. “We aren’t doing it to hurt you. We just want to keep you safe.”
“They’re very boring,” I whispered to her. “But don’t worry, once you marry me and we run off to Barbados to live happily ever after, with our two children and a pet enchilada, they will be nothing but a memory.”
All three of them stared at me.
