Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

She dipped her head, her lips pressing soft kisses to his chest. Then she lifted her head and looked at him with an impish grin. “Are you too tired for sex tonight?”

His eyes connected with hers. “Kind of, babe. That okay with you?”

She rolled her eyes. “I suppose I’ll live.”

A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, and he dipped his head to give her a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll make it up to you later. Promise.”

She lay her head down on his chest, her hand stroking his abs, and she felt his hand sink into her hair. Her thoughts drifted to her new job. The photos the realty took of her last week bothered her. She couldn’t get them out of her mind. They’d said they would only be used on her business cards and on those yard signs realtors used.

She worried about having her picture up in yards around town. Thankfully, she was still just learning the ropes. It would be a while before she had actual clients and any signs of her own up in yards. But when she did, she worried the DKs might see them.

Shades’ breathing settled into a steady rhythm, his chest rising and falling under her ear. She smiled, knowing he’d drifted off to sleep. Something she knew she needed to do as well.

Sunday she was assisting one of the girls with an open house. Learning the ropes, so to speak. Soon she’d be hosting open houses on her own. She smiled. She really loved this job. Showing people houses, helping them to find their own home. It was fun. Hard work to be sure, especially when dealing with picky or demanding clients, but rewarding just the same. Her mind

drifted over the home showings she’d already accompanied other realtor’s on. She remembered the expensive home from a couple of days ago that actually had surveillance cams hidden in the…

She gasped, jerking straight up in bed as a memory clicked into place.

Oh my God.

Shades bolted upright in the bed beside her, reaching for his gun. He glanced around the room seeing no one, and his gaze returned to Skylar, his breathing heavy. “Babe, what the fuck?”

“Sorry.”

“You scared the shit outta me.”

“Sorry, I just remembered something.”

“Remembered what?”

She bit her lip, not knowing how Shades was going to take what she was about to tell him.

“Sky?”

“It’s, um, about Rusty.”

Shades’ eyes narrowed. “What about him?”

She took in a breath and let it out, murmuring, “God, how do I tell you this?”

“Babe, just spit it out.”

“Before I left, Rusty’s birthday had been coming up, and after he’d given me that dagger, I’d been racking my brain to come up with something that would mean something to him, that would be something I knew he wanted…”

“Sky, cut to the chase.”

She blew out another breath. “There was only one thing I knew he wanted.” She fiddled nervously with the covers. “He’d talked about it, you see, and so I thought…” Her voice trailed off softly, embarrassed.

“Skylar.”

She looked up at him

“Spit it out.”

“He wanted to film us.”

Shades head came back an inch, and he frowned. “You talkin’ about…in bed?”