Page 84 of Bad Boy Next Door
“Looks like you’re pretty happy.” He nodded toward my erection. “I wouldn’t want to disturb whatever’s going on.” He raised his eyebrows a few times. “She coming back? Can I watch?”
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks.” He pulled out his phone and took a picture.
“Don’t. Keagan. Seriously. You took a picture?”
He stepped to change the angle and took another. I willed my erection to go down, but it didn’t seem to do much good. My morning wood rarely deflated without attention, and it seemed like Jade-induced wood was even more stubborn.
Keagan was typing on his phone.
“What are you doing?” I shouted. “Do not send that anywhere. Or post it!” Shit, what if he posted it somewhere?
“No worries, Nicky. All in the family.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just inviting the rest of the guys to the show.”
“Fuck you.” My dick finally started to calm down, but that didn’t make my situation much better.
“You didn’t respond to my texts,” Keagan said. “So I came over to get you. Since you’re, um, tied up, I guess we can have the family meeting here.”
“Asshole. Untie me!” I strained again, then heaved a huge sigh of relief when he approached the end of the bed and crouched at one of the legs.
He tugged on the binding holding my left leg.
First thing I’d do was kick him, but I should wait until he’d at least freed an arm before a full-on attack.
“She did a really good job of this.” Keagan tugged again. “Impressive. I assume this was your sex slave’s work?” He straightened.
I tried to move my leg. “You didn’t untie me? The knots can’t bethatstrong.”
“Oh, they’re strong, all right. Your sweatpants are wrapped around the leg of the bed a few times, tied off, then the ends are tucked under the bed leg for good measure.” He scratched his head. “How the fuck did she lift the bed to do that, with you on it?”
I had no idea. All I could remember was the raunchy anticipation I’d felt as she’d tied me up. How hot it had been. How delicious. And shehadlifted at least one of the bed’s corners a fraction while working on my restraints.
The woman I loved was strong as fuck.
My hard-on started to rise again, so I focused on my rage for my brother, rather than Jade’s raging hotness.
“Untie me!” I yelled.
“Not until the other guys get here.” He took another picture.
The apartment door opened, and I closed my eyes, hoping it was Jade. I hated to have her see me humiliated by Keagan, especially after last night’s discussion, but she’d put an end to this. Surely.
“I thought you were joking!” Shane doubled over in laughter by the door, then he pulled out his phone. “Fuck. I forgot to charge it.”
“Untie me, you assholes!”
A wicked expression invaded Shane’s face—an expression I knew way too well—the same expression that had preceded every plan Shane had dragged me into my whole life, every scheme that had gotten us into trouble.
“I’ll untie you,” he said. “As soon as you promise you’ll do this job.”
