My thumb presses harder against her clit. My fingers curl deep.
Bells comes with a strangled sound buried in my shoulder, her teeth sinking into muscle as her entire body locks up and shakes. I feel her pulse fluttering hard around my fingers and I work her through it, easing up gradually as the aftershocks roll through her.
She goes boneless against my chest.
For a long moment, the only sounds are her ragged breathing and the distant murmur of Rex and Raf still working through the bridge in the other room.
My hand is still wedged in her pants, fingers slick, the silicone cock pressing against my wrist at an angle that's honestly kind of ridiculous and it's cramping my hand enough I might get fucked over for the rest of today's practice.
Worth it.
Bells lifts her head from my shoulder. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from kissing me.
She looksincredible.
"So," she manages, her voice rough. "Still worried about Rex being nice to you?"
I laugh. Can't help it. The sound rumbles through my chest and she grins against my collarbone.
"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about," I say, carefully extracting my hand from the world's tightest leather pants. "Guess I forgot."
CHAPTER 22
BELLS
Rex is standing by the car, keys in his fist, staring at the driver's side like it's a loaded weapon he isn't sure how to pick up.
His jaw is tight beneath the mask. That single visible eye has the flat, distant quality I've learned to recognize asRex is terrified but would rather eat glass than admit it.
Tonight we rehearse the unmasking stunt for the first time. In front of Carmine. In front of Phoenix and Rafael. In front of everyone.
Me.
But first, we have to pick up the mask.
Which means driving.
"Give me the keys," I say.
Rex's eye snaps to me. "What?"
"You look like you're about to stroke out. I'll drive."
He doesn't move. Doesn't hand them over. His fingers tighten around the keyring and his gaze drops to my outstretched palm, then back to my face, and I watch something change in his expression.
Not suspicion. Not even the usual Rex-brand hostility.
Fear.
And it clicks.
Oh.
It's not agirls can't drivething. Rex has never once pulled that card on me. For all his many,manyflaws, he's never been a misogynist.
Rex is an equal-opportunity dick.
This is because of the accident that claimed half his face, which is already on his mind constantly, and I'm sure that's dialed up to fucking eleven considering the stunt we'll be rehearsing tonight.