Evie grabbed King’s arm, feeling like she was going to faint.
“Evie!” King turned, catching her.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired after being awake almost forty-eight hours. I’m going home to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Later.” Razer didn’t look like he believed her, but she had to talk to Shade. She could be wrong, but if she was right, then the only way to catch the person responsible was to let whoever was behind the attack believe the case was closed because the suspects were dead.
They drove back to King’s house, and as soon as the door closed behind them, King turned her to face him. “It had nothing to do with me. I called Henry; everything is quiet in Queen City.”
“This has nothing to do with you. We both know who is responsible.”
“Brooke? Do you think she believes she can have Shade if she removes the obstacles in her way?”
“No, I don’t think so. I believe it’s more like, if she can’t have him, then no one can.” Evie took off her shoes. “I had hoped the baby would calm her down, make her a little more human. I guess I was wrong.”
“Evie, we don’t know anything for certain. This is all speculation. We don’t know for sure.”
Evie did know, remembering the gunman standing beside Lily. The gun had been pointed at her.
“I’ll never forget Lily begging for that baby’s life.”
“Evie, it’s over. Beth, the babies, Lily—you’re all alive. Nothing else matters. Go on to my room and take a shower. I’ll bring you a glass of wine.”
“Fuck that, bring me a whiskey.”
“All right. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Evie went to King’s bedroom. She had showered earlier when she picked up Beth’s shower presents, so another wasn’t needed.
She was pulling off her jeans when she looked across the room. Grinning wickedly, she kicked her jeans away.
As King came into the bedroom, carrying their glasses, a flash of movement caught his eye. “I see you found my surprise.” He set their glasses down on the nightstand.
“This one is better than mine,” Evie said from the top of the pole.
“I was afraid you were going to break your neck on the one you had. Henry arranged for that one to be shipped for me.”
“Who installed it?” Evie asked, flipping herself upside-down.
King unbuttoned his shirt, removing his clothes without taking his eyes off her body. He lay down naked on the bed, picking up his whiskey before he leaned back against the headboard, enjoying the show. “I don’t understand why you constantly believe I can’t do the same shit normal men do.”
Evie stopped spinning to stare across the room at him. Even naked, he looked elegant and sophisticated. “How did the fishing trip go? Catch anything?”
“No. Only Cash and Shade did. My son-in-law is beginning to give me a complex,” he complained, finishing his drink then setting his glass down.
Evie laughed, working her way down the pole.
“I didn’t see your fishing pole when Cash dropped your stuff off at my place. Where’s it at?”
“At the bottom of the lake,” King admitted reluctantly.
Evie laughed, twirled around the bottom of the pole then turned her back to it, sliding down it into a full squat.
“Come here.”
Evie sashayed across the room, crawling from the bottom of the bed to kneel beside him. “So, who installed the pole?”
“Train and Rider.”
Evie reached out, trailing her fingers teasingly along the tip of his cock. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Evie bent over, sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth. His hand went to her hair, pulling it back from her face, holding it in one hand.
“Henry’s mailing me a couple of other packages, too. I thought, since you would be doing a show for me, you might as well have a costume.”
“Which one?” Evie’s head raised a fraction of an inch.
“The red lace one for me, and the dominatrix for you.”
When Evie’s head lowered again, sucking him to the back of her throat, he groaned as her tongue curled around him, her fingers going for his balls. Her mouth then slid up his length again.
“Did you tell him to mail the flogger, too?”
“That, I might have forgotten.” Evie started to rise up, but the hand in her hair prevented her. “I thought you might want to pick your own out online.”
“That’ll work.” Her head went back down, her mouth closing over him again.
“Of course, I get to try it out first.” That was a win-win situation as far as she was concerned.