“Back at your house. Away from Sloane. He’s been to hell and back.” He coughs as if he’s choking on the words. “We want him happy again.”
I narrow my eyes at him, detecting a well of ugliness hidden beneath his stupid smirks. “So you say,” I hiss. For some reason…”I don’t think you give a fuck if Sloane’s happy or not.”
He shrugs. “You’ll do nothing for him but ruin him.”
His arrogance grates on me, but his brutal truth has already been discussed between Sloane and me. I get it now, though. There are people waiting for Sloane to fuckup. He has snakes in the pit and I wonder if he’s aware. I’m sure he is, so he’s using me to thumb his nose at Kiln and the others. Just as I said when I described his bad-boy energy.
The current question is: did he make his point and now wants to get rid of me?
My heart slams against my chest, but I refuse to let Kiln see how much my thoughts are exploding through my head. “Loser,” I accuse, lashing out. Not only is he the messenger in my mind, but he’s a documented asshole. “He sent you in here to deliver the news because he’s too chicken-shit to do it himself?”
“He’s down the hall. Two roadies got into a fight, so the guys went to break it up.” He shrugs his wide shoulders. “I figure Sloane needs to let off some steam, so I encouraged him to go. Break a nose or two. Nine, solid days of fucking hasn’t helped him. Fighting will.”
I despise Kiln. Each of his words pelt me like stones. Sloane’s a rocker, so I know he has women around all the time and he uses them for his own pleasure. But I just want one night where I’m someone’s favorite and I’m not competing with anyone else.
Kiln shoves two long fingers into the front pocket of his jeans. He holds out a wad of cash to me.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Little girls are usually in need of money. Take it. It’s a grand. All Benjamins.”
I start around him. “Shove it up your dick hole.”
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me back. “Don’t let pride—“
“My dad has a bank account for me. I get a thousand dollars for each year I’ve been born.”
His eyes widen and I feel victory at his obvious surprise.
“Sixteen thousand dollars,” he says, doing quick math. “You get that per year?”
Asshole. “Stop being so fucking asinine, jerk. It’s per month and you know it.”
Although he looks skeptical, he saves his useless money and releases my arm. I dash toward the bedroom, not quick enough to slam the door in his face. I need clothes. Yanking the towel from my hair, I sling it over the chair near me, noticing the crack in the door that leads to the living room. I listen for any signs of movement beyond this room and hear nothing but my fast breathing.
Fingers twirl in my hair and, a moment later, Kiln presses his erection against me. “You want blow?” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear. “I can get some for you.” His hand presses against my belly, and I stand perfectly still.
I’m afraid if I move, I’ll either encourage him or feel a spark of desire. I don’t want to do either. Still, I’m curious. “If I leave, right? You’ll get it for me?”
Gripping my arms, he grinds against me and my nipples respond. “That’s it, doll. I’ll even make you come. But you have to leave in the next five minutes and lose Sloane’s number.”
“I don’t have his number,” I mutter to protect Sloane. “I’m here because he came to me unexpectedly.”
“I’ll tell him you left. Had a change of heart, since he said he won’t fuck you.”
Honesty. Maybe, that’s the key with everyone and not only my mother. I need to earn everyone’s trustworthiness. “I don’t want to leave. Please. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
His hand travels lower and reaches into my towel. “Ever had a threesome? Call your boyfriend, and you and I can meet up with him. I’ll even put coke on your pussy and lick it off.”
Wetness rushes between my legs and I squeeze them together. His fingers skim the sides of my thighs. I shiver.
“Sloane won’t even be disappointed. He might be getting his dick sucked right now. Once the fight’s done. Who knows if he’ll even remember you’re here?”
The moment my towel drops to the floor, he flicks a thumb over my nipple before slipping a hand between my legs. His touch snaps me out of my fog, and I pull away from him.
“Get out.” Blood is roaring in my ears and the core of me is tight and needy. “I didn’t come here to be a goddamn sex toy. I don’t want to fuck anyone but Sloane. If he doesn’t want me, oh well. I sure the fuck don’t want you.”
I prepare myself to fight, not that I’ll have much of a chance against Kiln, but I can, at least, do a little damage.
He shrugs. “I want you, Georgiana. That’s more than you can say for anyone else. Including Sloane.”