Page 73 of Receiving His Mercy
His gaze moved to the kitchen island as he thought about last night. About how Caren had sat there with her legs spread wide. How he’d made her orgasm with his fingers in her pussy. Her cheeks had flushed with color and her mouth had parted as soft, short pants came from her lips.
It had been delicious.
Was she still asleep? He glanced at the clock on the wall, surprise filling him. He hadn’t realized it was nine.
“Oh hey, you’re awake finally.” Tyler walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
Wait. Since when did he have a fruit bowl? Or apples?
“And you’re still here,” Travis said dryly. “Where did the apples come from? Don’t tell me you actually brought some groceries?”
“Nah, Caren did. She must have ordered them really early this morning. Luckily, I was up and about to help her when they arrived about seven-thirty. She even put out this bowl. Said you needed a fruit bowl so you remembered to eat some. Guess she’s worried about your fiber intake or something. I can understand that. Your face does have that constipated look.”
“My face does not have a constipated look,” he snarled, trying to snatch the apple back from his asshole brother. “Give that back! It’s not yours. It’s Caren’s.”
“It isn’t. She bought these groceries for us. And even if they were hers, do you really think she’d want a half-eaten apple?”
Fuck.
Travis hated that he had a point. “Why would she buy groceries for me, though?”
“Dunno. Guess she was concerned for you. Worried that you might starve or something. She hasn’t seen your fat ass, obviously. You could do with a few work-outs, brother. Maybe lay off the pizza. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”
“I’m still old enough to kick your ass,” he growled. “I’ll go talk to her. She doesn’t need to buy me groceries or anything else.”
What was she thinking?
“Hope you’ve still got her phone number then,” Tyler said.
“Of course I do. But why?”
“So you can talk to her.”
“Why would I need her phone number to talk to her when I can just walk down the hall and knock on her door?”
“Um, because she’s not there, brother.” Tyler looked confused. “I thought you knew that she was gone.”
“Gone? How can she be gone? I drove her here. How did she leave?”
“Ahh, she called for an Uber, man. I walked her down and grilled the guy, don’t worry.”
“You walked her down? Why didn’t you stop her?”
“Well, I wasn’t aware she was a prisoner,” Tyler said. “If you’re going to keep prisoners and not lock them up in the basement then you need to tell me, man.”
“There are never any prisoners locked in the basement.”
“At the moment. But at some stage we all know that Rusty is going to snap and lock some asshole up down there and we’re going to have to cover for him. It’s a matter of time.”
Travis just shook his head at his brother, muttering to himself as he stormed into his bedroom and grabbed his phone.
There were several messages waiting for him, but he ignored them until he found one there from her.
Caren:Thank you for letting me stay the night. I don’t feel I need any more watching over, though. And when I woke up this morning I realized I have a meeting that I had to get home and prepare for. Hope you slept well.
He frowned.That seemed quite a formal text message, especially considering that he’d had his fingers inside her less than eight hours ago.
What was going on? Why would she just sneak out like that? And what meeting? She’d never said anything. Was that a lie?
