apparent as it now has four people comfortably inside it, and it has three separate huge powerful shower heads.
“I think you might have mentioned it once or twice,” Priest says with a smile.
“Well, it’s worth repeating it,” I point out, because if there were such a thing as shower porn, this one right here would be spank bank material.
My stomach growls again as Saint turns off the water, making everyone turn to look at me.
“You know, I have three strapping men at my disposal and yet, I still don’t have a burger in my hand. I’m really disappointed with the service.” I sigh then squeal when Priest slaps my ass.
“Come on, wench, let me feed you. Then we need to talk,” Priest says while pulling me out of the shower.
I nod, looking back at Bates, who is serious-faced once more, and wonder how many times I’ll have to fuck him to calm him down after he finds out all the details.
Shit, I’m going to need some ice and maybe a cooling pad to sit on.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“So, he just pushed his way into the bathroom and demanded a blowjob?” Saint asks incredulously.
“Pretty much. I told him he was a nut job and that Bates would kill him, but he seemed to think I would keep it all a secret from him. When I told him to fuck off, he decided that he would just use me and get rid of me, telling you all I ran away, which is why I had to switch up my tactics. You just can’t reason with crazy, can you, Bates?” I ask, drawing his attention to me as I see his jaw tick and his fist clench.
“Do you need me to sit on your lap so you can pet me?”
He looks at me sharply, his lips opening for a minute before the corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile. He pushes his chair back and opens his legs wider, indicating for me to join him. I climb off my chair and crawl into his lap as Saint and Priest watch on with small smiles of their own. Everyone watches Bates like he’s a ticking time bomb and me like I’m snuggled up to a hand grenade.
“Carry on,” Priest orders as I look around. It’s weird being in the room they call church, as this is supposed to be a no-fly zone for the women. No female gets to come in here, no matter what, but Bates refused to let me out of his sight, and the others didn’t want any of the club girls, prospects, or hangarounds to hear anything.
“He had the advantage. I was half-naked,” I carry on, until Bates cuts me off by squeezing me hard enough to make me yelp.
I pinch his arm until he loosens his grip. “He was armed,” I continue, “so I needed to find a way to turn the tables. Oh, that reminds me, I need my damn gun back.” I glare at Priest.
“That would have been much easier to get out of if I’d been armed from the start, and then I wouldn’t have had to get down on my fucking knees to disable the guy.”
As soon as the last words leave my mouth, I know I said too much. Bates has reached his limit today. I feel every muscle in the man I’m sitting on lock tight as he shuts down, ready for the psychopath to come out to play again. For a moment, I relish in the knowledge that I have the ability to make big bad Bates go nuclear over me, but then I remember that conjugal visits in prison are gross and give my inner hussy a slap.
“Shit, everyone out,” Priest yells, but I shake my head and force my elbow back hard into the exact spot my brother Alex taught me, turning to watch as Bates’s eyes roll into the back of his head before he slumps down into his chair.
Turning back to face everyone, I see them all looking at me like they don’t know what to say or do before Kermit starts laughing his head off. Big, deep, echoes of laughter join around the room as people’s shock gives way to their mirth, all of them more at ease now Bates is in the land of nod for a minute.
“Girl, you have some brass monkeys,” Cass gets out between laughs before shaking his head.
I shrug. “I didn’t want him hurting himself or any of you, and I’ll never