Well, fuck. What the hell just happened? He listened, for the most part. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t try to taste her again. Hell, he remained cuffed to the fucking bed when he could have broken the damn thing.
Five minutes later, hair in a pony tail and eyes red rimmed, Chloe burst from the bathroom and marched toward the hotel room door.
“You gonna leave me like this?” he asked, jangling the cuffs.
Hand on the doorknob, she turned to him. Regret was plain in her eyes. “Yes. I am. I’m sorry, but I don’t trust you anymore. You didn’t follow the rules. You took control. The key is in the dresser and the maid can use it to let you out in the morning.”
Then she was gone.
And Rocket was left bound to the bed feeling like the lowest shit on the planet.
You took control.
Her actions made sense now. The cuffs, the strangers, the no touching rule. Even the sex in general. Chloe wasn’t fucking these men. She was waging war against the horrors in her mind. Horrors she’d unfortunately experienced firsthand.
Chloe was assassinating an evil adversary, one cock at a time.
And if there was anything Rocket understood, it was how to eliminate an enemy.
CHAPTER SIX
“ONE MORE TIME. Just tell it one more time. Promise I won’t ask again,” Maverick said, one laugh away from having Rocket’s fist rearrange his smug face.
“You know you’re an asshole, right?” Rocket asked.
Mav shrugged as though totally at peace with the title. “Come on, brother, be a pal. I had a shitty day and could use another laugh. Just one more time.” As he spoke, he dug through a small leather case. “Here we go.” He held up a handcuff key.
“Gotta say, I’d be up for hearing it again too,” Zach chimed in from across the room, holding his beer bottle in front of his mouth as though it would somehow disguise his snicker.
“What the fuck do you ladies see in these dipshits anyway?” Rocket asked bouncing his gaze between Stephanie and Toni.
“Well,” Izzy chimed in, not for one second pretending to hide her smirk, “I for one—”
Rocket lifted a hand. “Wasn’t talking to you. You’re the worst ball buster of the bunch.” And it was true. Fierce as ever, Izzy had her ass-length black hair swept back in a tight braid that combined with her sharp mouth and take-no-prisoners attitude made most men’s balls shrivel. Not Jig’s though. He ate that shit up.
“Hey! I resent that. Being pregnant has really mellowed me out.”
The room grew dead silent as everyone avoided eye contact with Izzy.
“What? It has! Tell them, Jig.” She elbowed her fiancé in the gut. Hard. “Tell them how soft and maternal I’m becoming.”
“Oh yeah, sure, babe.” Jig rubbed his ribs with a wince. “You’re a fucking marshmallow.”
Izzy scowled at her ol’ man, lifting her elbow once again.
Jig flinched before grabbing her arm and yanking her close for a deep kiss.
The group chuckled at their typical exchange, except for Mav who made gagging noises. Regardless, the distraction allowed Rocket a moment out of the spotlight. He should have known better than to show up at Maverick’s door with the perfect ammunition, but Mav was the only brother he’d known for certain would be able to get the damn cuffs off. Figures, he’d forgotten Mav was having some kind of couples’ night or some bullshit.
Bunch of pussy-whipped fools his brothers were turning into.
After Chloe’s dramatic exit, he’d broken the slats on the bed with ease, dressed, then Ubered back to the bar, grabbed his truck, and returned to the hotel where he fixed the broken headboard. No point in leaving it in pieces when he could repair it in under fifteen minutes. At least Chloe wouldn’t be charged for damages.
Though with the way she left him shackled with his sticky dick flapping in the breeze, she might have deserved it. A smile curled his lips. He could think of a few more…interesting ways to punish the little runaway.
Once the room was in tip-top shape, he’d knocked on Mav’s door, cuffs dangling from each wrist, only to be greeted by three of his brothers and their tipsy women. The jokes began before his boots had even crossed the threshold.
Fuck my life.
“Just get these damn things off me, Mav.”
“Sure, brother. Happy to.” Maverick’s eyes twinkled.
Oh fuck, here it comes.
“I’ll get ’em off you. Soon as you tell us the story again.”
Rocket narrowed his eyes and glared at Maverick who just laughed. Waste of a good glower. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Met a chick at a bar. Took her to her hotel. Fucked her. She left. I came here. Happy?”
“Uh, no,” Stephanie said with a giggle, half hidden by Mav’s shoulder. “You kinda left out the best part. How’d you end up cuffed to the bed?”
“You too?”
With a sheepish grin, she shrugged.