Inmate of the Month (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 7)

I didn’t like the idea of her doing that.

In fact, I had this irrational urge to snatch her into my arms and tell her that she was mine, and I would keep her forever if I wanted to.

“There’s also one that I have that not a single soul in the world knows about,” she whispered.

Or, at least, she tried to whisper it.

She wasn’t exactly accomplishing the whispering feat.

But she was trying, so she was getting participation credit.

She rolled her head away from the couch, and her pink cheeks caught my attention.

“What’s that?” I asked.

I really shouldn’t have asked her.

Honestly, if I was a good man, I’d tell her that she needed to probably go brush her teeth and go to bed and keep the rest of her secrets to herself before she spilled something she truly didn’t want me to know.

Did I tell her that, though? Hell no. Because I wanted to know all of her secrets. And in time, she would know all of mine, too.

“What is it?” I teased.

She looked at me, and for the first time in forever, I actually felt like she was looking into my soul and seeing a part of me that nobody ever saw.

“I don’t want you to get mad at me,” she admitted.

The way she was twisting her fingers through her hair let me know that she truly was worried about what I would think of this secret.

My head tilted. “I don’t even know you, not really. How would I get mad at you for something that A, I don’t know, and B, happened before I knew you?”

She looked delightfully confused, which made me want to pull her into my arms.

“Do you have a computer?” she asked, voice so quiet I barely heard her question.

I frowned. “Yes.”

“Go get it. I’ll wait here,” she ordered, snapping the fingers on her good hand with a jerky movement.

It was the weakest sounding snap I’d ever heard.

“I can’t bring it to you because it’s a desktop,” I told her, enjoying her boldness.

“Well.” She paused, her nose scrunching up cutely. “Then bring me to the computer.”

Before she could rescind the order, or think better of it, I did just that, bending down to swoop her up in my arms and take her to the bedroom where I kept it.

The bedroom area was small.

So small, in fact, that there was just enough room for my computer that was on a desk, my bed that acted as a computer chair and a bed, and a small dresser beside my bed.

Sitting her carefully down on the end of the bed closest to the wall, I reached behind her for the bedclothes and gave her a back prop before reaching forward and turning on the computer.

Luckily, it being a Mac, it didn’t take five years to boot up, and it was up and running in no time.

She licked her lips.

“Now, I just want to preface this by saying, I do not watch porn. At least, not usually.” She paused, giving me her most sincere eyes. “Harlow has a brother.”

With any other woman, I would’ve teased her relentlessly. But Catori looked so adorably sincere that I didn’t dare.

My brows rose. “Okay.”

“And a few days ago, she all but begged me to watch porn to tell her if her brother was in a porn video or not.” She continued. “Apparently, one of our high school friends said that he was, and so we started looking into it, narrowing it down to about five videos that could pass for her brother by using those little thumbnails that you can see when you look at the website.”

I would’ve asked how they’d done the narrowing since there were likely thousands of videos uploaded onto the web right now, but I chose not to bring that up and sidetrack her.

“Okay.” I paused. “And?”

She leaned forward and pecked the website’s name in with one hand, being super careful not to jostle herself.

“Okay.” She licked her lips. “Give me a second to find it. I had to go through the most recently downloaded. Though, just sayin’, I bookmarked the video on my computer at home because holy shit. Okay? I mean, it’s not like I could control my reaction to the video. It was so… sensual. And hot. I just… there was no sound, so I had to really pay attention to what was going on. And I swear to God, I’m not a pervert, okay?”

That’s when she started scrolling, leaning forward slightly so that she could get to the mouse.

Dick getting harder by the second as I watched video after video scroll by, I didn’t at first see the video.

Not, at least, until she clicked on it.

Then, I started staring at my front room.

My living room.

My door.

My throw pillow on my fuckin’ couch.

My goddamn house.

My gut started to churn as I watched as my ex-girlfriend, Chastity, situated a camera above my entertainment system.