Page 97 of His to Keep
But she darts into the guest room instead of mine this time,no doubt looking for Scarlet. Exceptwhen shereturns,it'swith something white and lacey clenched between her sharp little teeth.
“Whatcha got there, Feefs?”
I lean down to confiscatewhat appears to be oneof Scarlet's thongs, but Fefe's not having it. She hops back and cants her head away from me, refusing to release the garment.
“C’mon, Fefe.” I yank softly, but she’s not having it.
“Are y'all seriously playing tug-o-war with my panties?”Scarlet snaps as she enters the living room, butthere’sno real heat behind her tone. Nope, my girl—andyeah,I’mmore than willing to call her that, at least in my mind—is highly amused.
“She started it!”I say, darting my eyes her way. Except once my gaze locks on her,Ican'tlook away.If thiswasa cartoon,I’dhave heart eyes with my jaw on the floor.
Dressed in a cropped black leather jacket over a sheer leopard print top that looks more like lingerie, which is tucked into a pair ofbaggy,faded black jeans. She looks like sex personified.
“You look...” My mind scrambles to find an appropriate word. “Fucking perfect.”
“You like?”She gives a little twirl, flipping her hair in the process.
“Princess.”I rearrange myself in my jeans.“I love. In fact,let'sstay home,order in,so I can peel that outfitoff ofyou and show you just how much.”
Her cheeksbloomthe prettiest shade of pink.“We are not staying home, but you can absolutely make good on the rest of that later tonight.”
“Bet.”
Fefe chooses that moment to flee, leaving me with a raging hard on, her panties clutched in my hands, and the promise ofa good timehours from now.
Mercifully, Scarlet changes the subject.“I know you’ll be with me, but should we put the tracker in my boots just to be safe?”
“You know it. Want me to help?”
She tucks her hair behind her ear and nods.“Please.”
“Bring 'em here.”
Scarlet pads into the guest room, which may as well be her personal walk-in closet, and returns with both her boots and the tracker.
“Here you go.”She passes the boots andtrackermy way. I stuff her thong in my pocket and set toworkplacing the tracker.
“Did you just...”
“Yup.”I nodonce as I make sure the disc is secure.
“I... okay. Sure. Why not?”
“Hey, are you okay?” I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s off. The light in her eyes is still shining, but it’s a little dimmer than usual.
“Yes.”She shrugsand I raise a brow. She shakes her head.“No. I don't know.”
I pat the cushion next to me.“What's wrong, baby girl?”
She sits, and I pass the boots to her.“It's dumb, but I'm nervous...”
“About what? Your stalker? I won't leave your side even for a second, I swear it.”
“No, about...”she glances down at her lapfor a moment before leaning forward and shoving her feet into her boots.“Atlas.I’mnervous about seeing Atlas.”
“Ah.”Things definitely got heated with them last weekendat her place.“Did you ever talk to Nora about it?”
She shakes her headand sighs.“I meant to, but everythingsortof went to hell, and I... I forgot.”
