“That was it?”
“Yep. And he wrote down a date, time, and address. It’s in two nights.”
“Where?”
“Same mall. Even more, it’s the same lingerie store where you’d fought him.”
“I didn’t realize the Lion was so symbolic.”
“I’ve heard that about him.” Louis’s voice held an edge. “It’s a trap.”
“Probably.” I sat up in bed. “Get the Mouse’s phone number.”
Louis sighed. “Why?”
“I want to know her thoughts.”
“Are you fucking crazy?”
“We already know the answer to that question.”
“I want to have a peaceful week.”
“We all do, Louis.”
“What would you do, if the Lion called Eden?”
“We don’t want to know.”
Eden sat up in bed next to me and looked my way. Dread filled her eyes.
“I have to go,” I said. “Let me know, when you have the Mouse’s number.”
“Fuck. This is a bad idea, but I’ll get the number.” Louis hung up.
I put the phone back on my stand.
Eden’s expression went neutral. I didn’t know she could do it. Before her face displayed every emotion that she’d felt. Now, she’d begun masking. Did she even know she was doing it? Or, had these past days taught her how to mask her emotions, and keep them safe?
I knew she wouldn’t want to hear what was going on. It would scare her and possibly put her on edge. But I had to tell her the truth.
“What’s going on?”
“Kazimir is possibly luring me into a trap.”
“How?”
“He’s dangling the Devil, hoping I’ll come out and grab him.”
She blinked. “And… what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Don’t go.”
“I want the Devil.” I worked hard to keep the anger off my face. “I just want…to talk to him.”
She scowled. “Me too, but I want to be next to you more.”
I embraced her. “Don’t worry.”
“Don’t go. Leave the Devil and the Lion alone.”
“We’ll see.” I captured her mouth.
There was no need to discuss the matter anymore. Eden came before anything else. If it didn’t make any sense to go, then I wouldn’t.
I landed a kiss on that sweet mouth and pulled away. “For now, reine, let’s get you some food and let you rest.”
“I don’t need any rest or food.”
“What do you need?”
“More of you. If you could lay inside of me, I would let you.”
“And I would stay there all day.” I gazed at her wondering if she could ever understand how much I needed her.
Chapter 27
Forever
Eden
The next day started with peace, and calm. We spoiled each other, with ourselves—cuddling throughout the morning as we watched movies.
The whole time he stroked my hair. A few times he brushed his fingers against the bandage which delivered shivers within me.
Sometimes I wasn’t sure if they were good or bad shivers.
Anxiety had become a very real thing these days. The Devil had planted the seeds of fear. Shalimar’s torture had nurtured them into full plants. Now I swear a tree grew in me, snaking out branches of pure terror through me.
The sky weighed down more. I did my best to push it away and focus on Jean-Pierre—the way he made me feel. I worked on reminding myself that I was no longer in danger, and that everything would be okay.
By lunch, we shut off the tv and put on music. We played the classics and then shifted to jazz. At the moment, I didn’t want to hear too many violins. And as if Jean-Pierre knew, he never pressed the issue.
I gave Jean-Pierre back rubs after lunch. I couldn’t use my sore hand, but neither of us minded the one hand rubbing him.
He lay on his stomach. Naked. Delicious. Muscle coiled and corded around his wide back. I sat on top of that yummy ass, rubbing my pussy against those firm orbs every few minutes.
You’re so irresistible.
It should’ve been illegal for a man to have such a nice ass. With one hand, I did my best to soothe him. His sore muscles melted under my fingers. His low groans rode the silence in the room.
Once I finished, he flipped me over, nuzzling my neck at first and kissing my mouth next. He tore away my panties away, flipped me over, like I was just a feather and rammed his cock into me like a wild beast.
Several fast-pumping minutes later, we came together.
Me screaming his name, and him groaning in French.
Dr. Martin showed up minutes later.
No more examinations.
I was about to argue the issue, when Dr. Martin looked at me. “We should talk by ourselves. Perhaps in the living room.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Why?”
“No. What’s wrong?” Jean-Pierre growled.
Dr. Martin adjusted his glasses. “This is not a matter of danger, Jean-Pierre. The reason for privacy, is because you both are not married. Under medical regulations, certain results I’m supposed to—”
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You can say it in front of him?”
Jean-Pierre held my hand pulling me closer to his body, as if to say that he would shield me from whatever it was.