Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,103

degree of trepidation, she hands over the rope.

“Hands together, little backpack.”

Her lips curve into a smile at the crazy nickname. It’s unusual, but I love it. Every time I say it, I’m reminded of the day we met.

She places her hands out, wrists together. Now I’m the one biting my lip because damn if her trust isn’t the sexiest thing in the world.

Silence falls between us as I wrap the rope around her wrists. It’s snug, not tight, and if she really needs to, she should be able to wriggle her way free. I’m hoping she doesn’t try and allows herself to really sink into what’s happening here.

I press her against the post and stare down at her wide eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

She gives a nod. Still no words. She’s willing but unsure. Going slow is my motto.

I lean into her, pressing the length of my body against hers. No way she doesn’t feel my dick. One hand is around her wrists, over the knot I tied. The other presses against the post as I kiss her slowly. Reverently. Desperate for more.

But I don’t take more. Not yet.

I break apart and slowly lift her wrists over her head, watching her expression the entire time.

No fear.

No hesitation.

Exactly the opposite. Her breathing accelerates and she licks her lips.

I raise her hands over her head, then force her on tiptoe to slip the loop I made over the peg jutting out of the post.

She’s completely at my mercy.

A quick glance at her heaving breaths and I realize a mistake. I should’ve taken her shirt off first. Too eager to begin, I didn’t think everything through.

That’s okay. I’ll make it work. Slowly, inexorably, I lift the hem of her shirt, taking my time to expose her bra.

She giggles as my fingers tickle her ribs and bites at her lip.

I hold back a moan.

“You’re so goddamn sexy, little backpack.” I nuzzle her neck, sucking gently as I decide whether or not to leave a mark. I decide not to, because my fucking brothers will only tease me about it later. I can take the heat. I’ll throw it back at them, but I don’t want to make Evelyn uncomfortable.

She dances beneath me, squirming and shifting her feet as I nibble my way to her collar bone and back up to gently suck on her ear lobe.

She only just now realizes she’s at my mercy. With her hands over her head, I can do whatever the hell I want. My attention shifts to her amazing tits.

“Asher!” Her sudden shout stops me in my tracks. “Watch out!”

I pull back, see the whites of her eyes. Her mouth opens on a scream.

Something hard slams against the back of my head.

Evelyn’s scream is the last thing I hear as I slump to the ground.

29

Evelyn

Felix watches Asher collapse. With his chest out, shoulders back, his angry glare turns to me. I stare at him, eyes wide, shocked by this turn of events, then it hits me. It slams into me like a sledgehammer and I don’t know why I didn’t notice before.

Those copper-colored eyes? His rugged good looks? His barrel chest and broad shoulders? Throw a beard on him. Grow his hair out shoulder length…

It’s all right there, something I should’ve seen. Something I can’t forget.

I’ve seen him before, and it wasn’t at the bar.

I look at the rope binding my hands, the peg far over my head, and thrash trying to get free.

It’s hopeless.

I’m stuck.

“Felix, what are you doing?”

Maybe I can reason with him.

Anger flashes in his eyes and he fixes me with an unblinking stare. Placing his hand on his hips, his attention shifts to Asher and his lips twist into a snarl.

“Ace-fucking-La Rouge, who knew he’d be such a pussy.”

He squats down and rolls Asher face down in the dirt. Yanking Asher’s arms behind his back, Felix turns his smug expression back to me. He yanks out a long, black zip tie from his back pocket and secures Asher’s hands behind his back. Felix stands and his attention shifts back to me.

“You’re one tough bitch to kill.” He shoves his hands in his pockets then pulls them out and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I thought I got rid of you on the ridge, but no, you survived.”

“Felix…”

He holds up a hand. “I got them to pin the fire on you. Figured it was an open and shut case, but no.” He jabs a thumb at Asher’s unconscious form. “Your boyfriend has to go crying to