Page 11 of Ravaged
It wasn’t just Iris playing Mama Bear this time. Therewassomething off about him.
“Do you think you could send somebody to look after me?” I asked Iris. “You know. One of the off-duty security guards to check on me? Maybe a half an hour after I get there?”
She turned off her phone’s screen and tilted her head. “Already on it,” she smirked. “Did you even have to ask?” I laughed. “Don’t forget: you have to call me when you’re done.”
“Yes, Mama Bear,” I batted my eyelashes. She shoved my arm.
“Or maybe it’s not about your saving your ass. Maybe I want the dirty details!”
I cackled. “So you think he’s hot too?”
“He does have an ass on him.”
“I thought you might notice.”
Iris shrugged. “Just be careful.”
“You worry too much,” I said, but inside, I was glad she did. Because even if she was wrong, if Ethan was really a normal club member, then we would have something to joke about later. We could talk about his firm, muscular ass in glorious detail, about riding his cock in the woods and licking his body clean.
And if she was right, well, then we would take care of it together.
