“You live in a garage.”
“Not all of us our millionaires who inherited mansions from our rich parents,” Addison grumbled as he unlocked his front door. “And technically, this is an apartment. The garage is downstairs.”
“You live on top of a garage.”
“And?” Addison stepped through his front door and turned on the lights to reveal Makinsley standing naked in the middle of his living room. She had a tray of freshly made jello shots spread out on the coffee table.
“Wow.” Kerry's eyes were wide as he took in Mak's total and completely lack of tan lines.
“I love you,” Addison told her.
“What the hell?” Mak narrowed her eyes and glared at Kerry, whose eyes were focused on her nipple rings. “Why is he here?”
“Long story. He's still under arrest but now we have no jail.” Addison began stripping off his t-shirt. He tossed it and his under shirt onto the couch.
“And you brought him home with you?”
“Uncle Frank blackmailed me,” he explained as he picked up a jello shot and tossed it down his throat. “Thought you were at the hospital?”
“Meg's okay but they're keeping her overnight for observation. She wanted her clothes and some things from her house. Her mom dropped me off here on her way to retrieve her stuff. Meg's my friend, but we're not close enough I'd sleep overnight at the hospital with her. You've got to be really close for that, you know?” Mak tossed her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder. “I figured she could drop me off here and you could run me home in the morning.”
Addison nodded, momentarily distracted by the memory of a very different girl who had stayed the night with him in the hospital when he hadn't wanted to be alone. Yeah, it took a special kind of bond. And a level of loyalty Addison didn't figure Mak had in her.
“You have your nipples pierced?” Kerry was now staring at Addison's nicely muscled chest.
“I was drunk,” Addy said with a shrug.
“We did them together.” Makinsley stroked her own breasts with her long, perfectly manicured fingernails. She'd washed Meg's blood off of her hands at some point during the last couple of hours. Addison figured she'd borrowed his shower. “You likey?”
“I...Um...Jeez. Shouldn't you put some clothes on?” Kerry stammered.
“Don't you like what you see?” Mak asked him teasingly. She picked up a jello shot and then strutted in a circle around Kerry, making sure to shake her bare booty with every step.
“It's not. Oh jeez. I don't. This isn't...”
“Awww, are you embarrassed?” Mak reached out and stroked one finger down Kerry's cheek.
He barely managed a nod. His cuffed hands were shaking.
“Too bad.” Mak grinned as she gulped down the jello shot. She never minded being naked and she couldn't care less who saw her in her natural state.
Addison laughed as Kerry turned bright pink with embarrassment.
“If you have to watch him, does that mean he's going to be watching us?” Mak was grinning from ear to ear as she strolled over to Addison and put her hands on his muscular chest. Her fingers traced all the way down his pecs and across his stomach. He couldn't help noticing she made sure to avoid touching the bullet scar on his shoulder. It was the only place on his body that she wasn't interested in.
“You don't mean?” Kerry's jaw flapped open as Mak's hands went down to Addison's waist. She began to unbutton his jeans.
“Oh no,” Kerry said. “No. No. No.”
“Naw.” Addison pulled the key to the handcuffs out of his back pocket. “I think we'll leave him in the living room.”
“You're setting him free?” Mak asked.
“Can't do that,” Addy said. “I figured I'd handcuff him to the coffee table.”
“You can't!” Kerry protested.
“Sure I can.” Addison pulled away from Makinsley just long enough to unfasten one end of Kerry's handcuffs and refasten it to one of the legs of his very heavy wooden coffee table. He was entirely certain that Kerry would never manage to lift the table.
Makinsley laughed as she took another jello shot. “I think it would be fun to have sex in front of him.”
“The sight of him makes my dick go soft,” Addy informed her. He grabbed her around the waist and gently shoved her towards his bedroom. “He'll be fine in here.”
“This isn't fair!” Kerry protested. The angle his arm had been attached to the table at had forced him into a sitting position on the couch.
“Life ain't fair.” Mak pulled away from Addison and skipped back to Kerry. She carefully picked up the tray of jello shots and slid it to where he could reach the tiny plastic containers filled with vodka laced jello. “There you go,” she told him with a wink. “Just to warn you, I'm a screamer.”
Kerry groaned as she blew him a kiss, turned off the living room lights and then disappeared into the depths of Addison's bedroom. He waited a full five minutes before he gave in and did a shot, telling himself that just one probably wouldn't hurt. Twenty minutes later Makinsley was screaming Addison's name with pleasure, the floor of the house was shaking and the jello shots were gone.