7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

E va reeled from the orgasm that had knocked her off her axis as she grabbed the towels Meg offered. The woman still had the harness strapped around her waist, the dildo glistening with lube. Eva wiped between her dripping thighs, since she tended to be a splash zone, and tugged her panties and leggings back on, then helped Fin with the other towel.

Meg and Fin working Pixie over had been hotter than she could ever have imagined. Pixie's cries, her lashes fluttering in bliss as she soared in subspace. The woman was the perfect sub, and the way she'd unraveled would get filed away in Eva's spank banks permanently. Her cheeks burned from blasting her cum over both Pixie and Fin though. She kneeled next to Fin, who'd pushed up from where they sat .

Pixie all but slumped over at their side, but Meg swept in and scooped her up. Eva's heart twisted. She wanted to be the one to give aftercare, even though two other dominants had been involved.

"Let me help," Eva said, reaching over with a towel. Fin's shirt was splattered with her cum, and even though they'd all gotten close and personal tonight, a wave of embarrassment prickled through her.

Fin shook their head as they accepted the towel. "I've got it, sweets. And no getting all shy on us. That was hot as shit. Anytime you want to play, babe, let me know."

Eva arched a brow. "I can't imagine you'll be submitting anytime soon."

"Oh hell no," Fin said, waggling their brows. "Doesn't mean I'm not down for a quick vanilla fuck now and again. Getting to make you gush like that would be satisfaction alone."

Eva swallowed hard, heat rising to her cheeks. Her ex had been embarrassed she was a squirter, but then again, by the end of their relationship, she'd never come by his hand anyway. However, Pixie's mouth on her clit—fuck, it had coaxed her to orgasm so fast she could barely believe it. And despite the way there had been four of them in the scene, she and Pixie had continued to gravitate toward one another. Just like they had from the start.

Meg had extricated herself from her harness and brought Pixie over to the nearest empty couch. On the other couch, Sloan was lying facedown on Nolan's lap, and Nolan carded his fingers through Sloan's thick blond waves. He still had Nolan's cock in his mouth, but whether he'd already come or not was debatable.

When Nolan caught Eva's curious gaze, a wan smile rose to his lips. "He likes to keep my cock warm."

Well, fuck. Her whole body heated, and a part of her couldn't help but imagine if she was on the couch with Pixie between her thighs. The focus of her thoughts lay curled up next to Meg, her eyes closed. Like that, there was an innocence to her features that was a total contradiction to all the filthy things they'd done. After the way Pixie had been worked from top to bottom, Eva figured she was pretty wrung out.

The need to take care of her, to wrap her in a blanket and get her home, rose to an unbearable itch under her skin.

Eva settled on the opposite side of Pixie and placed a hand on her leg. "Hey," she said, keeping her voice gentle. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm," Pixie murmured, a hazy, fucked-out grin curving her pretty lips. Eva's heart thumped hard, and a longing swelled inside her to lean over and kiss her. Which was ridiculous, considering everything they'd done together. Their foursome had been part of a scene. A kiss? That was more intimate than she'd planned for.

"Did you get to come?" Pixie sweetly asked Meg.

"I'm saving all that buildup for my husband tonight." Meg flashed a wicked grin. "Tristan will be home soon, and I'm going to fuck his brains out."

"Sounds nice." Pixie let out a happy sigh, snuggling against Meg again, even though her legs tipped against Eva. Eva stroked down Pixie's leg as another shuddering sigh escaped the gorgeous woman.

Fin plunked beside Eva. "If everyone else is done sceneing for the night, I'm playing some motherfucking Tetris."

"Be my guest." Meg gestured at the flatscreen on the opposite side of the room.

Just as fast as they'd sat down, they hopped up again and turned on the console tucked onto one of the shelves beneath the flatscreen. Eva hadn't paid attention to the setup, too stunned by the dramatic chandelier overhead and the wide array of kink furniture by the walls .

"Count me in on that action," Nolan called over to Fin. "I'm sure once Sloan's finished, he'll want to play too."

Pixie had grown quiet, as if she contemplated, her gaze darkening. Eva probably wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't scrutinizing every action from this woman.

"I think I'll head home," Pixie said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm spent after that."

Meg furrowed her brows. "You know the drill. I'm not leaving you sans aftercare."

"I can take her home." The words burst out of Eva's mouth. The need to run her fingers through Pixie's hair, to soothe her, to let the woman rest on her lap grew more intense by the second. "Keep an eye out and everything."

"I'm not a child," Pixie grumbled, but she clearly wouldn't put up much of a fight.

Meg's features relaxed as she glanced over them both before her gaze zeroed in on Eva. "I trust you."

Heavy fucking words. This woman's trust felt like the weight of a contract—and breaking it would result in severe repercussions. However, Eva liked responsibility. She liked it even more when it came to the pretty little sub who'd choked on her cum tonight.

"We'll Uber back," Eva said. Even though Pixie's apartment was nearby, a brisk half-hour walk wasn't feasible with a sub who needed more aftercare. Eva pushed up, grabbed her phone, and in no time had a car situated. She pulled herself together as she headed over to claim Pixie.

"Come on." Eva extended a hand.

Meg caught her gaze. "Do you need to talk after all that? Aftercare isn't just for subs. "

Eva swallowed hard. The consideration this woman had shown her was a balm to her shattered ego. After the way everyone in her life had jettisoned her—friends and family alike—she'd been hurting with wounds she refused to speak of. Mostly because she wouldn't burden the one family member who hadn't tossed her out.

"I'm okay right now." Eva mentally checked herself. Her mind whirled, and her limbs were a little shaky—not just from the orgasm but from being in Domme mode for the first time with someone new. First time in a group like that too. However, the urge to cuddle up with Pixie back at the house gripped her hard, and she didn't want to linger around longer. "If I feel like I'm not, can I text you?"

"You better," Meg said, a wan grin on her lips.

The familiar strains of the Tetris theme sounded as Fin got the game going. They plunked down next to Meg and sprawled out across half the couch.

"Take care of our Pixie girl," they said, even though their eyes didn't leave the screen as they began to fit the pieces into place.

Pixie placed her hand in Eva's, and when she looked up at her, those blue eyes so damn earnest, her chest spasmed with a protective urge.

"Come on, dove." The nickname slipped to her lips as naturally as her name. Terrible idea to continue calling her that. Hell, she shouldn't have done it in the first place, but just like tonight, she couldn't seem to help herself.

Pixie rose on shaky legs, and Eva gathered Pixie's clothes and handed them over, even if part of her wanted to dress the woman herself. Pixie slipped her loose pink tank top back on, and Meg brought over her black yoga pants she must've discarded before the scene started. Once Pixie got her shoes on and retrieved her purse from the table, Eva placed a hand on her lower back to guide her .

The slight hitch of Pixie's breath was such a turn-on, just like how the woman obeyed her touch as she set off with her in tow.

"I'll text you when we get back," Eva promised Meg. While she'd planned to spend the whole night at Whipped, Micah wasn't returning to the apartment tonight. And Eva just wanted a little more time with Pixie.

"Please do." Meg lounged with her arms along the back of the couch with the poise of a panther.

"Take care, both of you," Nolan said as he rested his hand behind Sloan's head. Eva's lips twitched at the ridiculousness of having a serious conversation while someone got their cock warmed, but she guessed that was par for the course with this crew.

The walk to the steps and the front door of Whipped passed in a blur. Eva guided them up, her hand remaining steady on Pixie's back. Her heart thumped hard because of everything they'd done tonight.

And everything she still wanted to do to this woman.

The moment she undid the lock and stepped outside Whipped, the brisk San Francisco air whirled around her, just what she needed to clear her mind. Play Night had been life-changing but not like she'd expected. The chance to learn, to dive into the scene again, to get a shot with Pixie, even if it was only for a single night, had led her there in the first place. However, she hadn't realized how much she'd been hurting. How all those tiny slices into her had accumulated until she bled. Her chest scraped a little raw with the realization that her mom's words over the years brimmed so close to the surface—not nearly the depth she thought she'd buried them.

The way Pixie had placed her trust in her tonight, how she'd stared at her with soft adoration, fuck. Eva didn't feel like she was worthy of it, but she wanted to be. So damn badly .

"You hanging in there?" Pixie asked, her voice like gossamer. Eva's palm had never left Pixie's lower back, but she didn't want to take it away either. This connection bolstered her in ways she hadn't realized she'd been craving.

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to be asking you?" Eva asked.

Her phone buzzed as headlights glared right in front of them, and Eva squinted at the screen. Their Uber had arrived. She nudged Pixie toward the Honda Civic, opened the door, and followed her inside. After exchanging a few words with the driver, she settled beside Pixie, mourning the loss of contact. Until Pixie curled against her side.

Eva's chest squeezed tight, and she wrapped her arm around Pixie's shoulders, drawing her close. Pixie's cheek pressed against her breast, and those pretty long lashes fluttered shut. Eva's heart thundered, but she didn't dare move, not with this perfect woman in her arms. During the drive, Pixie nuzzled against her breast a few times, and Eva was sure she could hear the insane pounding in her chest. However, Pixie remained utterly relaxed.

Eva might be in a new city, but she didn't bother staring out the window. Not with Pixie curled up in her arms. No, instead, she memorized the curve of Pixie's chin, her slender nose covered with freckles, the wild strands of her short blue hair, almost purple in the night. She smelled like jasmine and sex, and Eva drank it in, loving the warm weight of Pixie crushed against her.

After feeling worthless for so long, she soaked up the implicit trust this woman gifted her, the way she let Eva take care of her, providing her with the first ounce of confidence she'd experienced since Sienna and Jack had tossed her out.

"So, what did you think of your first Play Night?" Pixie asked, her words slurred as if she were drunk .

Eva combed her fingers through Pixie's hair, the strands soft and addictive. "For it being a depraved kinkfest, it was a lot cozier than I expected."

"That's why I tend to stick to playing with the crew at Whipped. I can get my needs met, for the most part."

"What about beyond play partners?" Eva asked, even though she had no right to the information. Maybe it was the scene they'd shared tonight, but she found herself a little more bared open than usual.

The car jerked to a halt, popping the bubble they were in.

"This is us." She pushed the door open. "Thanks." She nodded to the driver before stepping out of the car and then reaching back to help Pixie out. The tall condo building where Pixie and Micah lived loomed in front of them, plenty of lights at the entryway still beaming.

Their footsteps clacked against the tiles, and the warm interior glow poured over them. This place offered such a different vibe from the home she'd shared with Jack on the outskirts of Reno proper. However, Pixie somehow made what might've been a cold and forbidding space cozy and welcoming.

More welcoming than the house she'd lived in for the past five years.

"I don't date much outside of play partners," Pixie said as they stepped in front of the elevator.

Eva blinked at the honest answer. She'd thought the woman would evade it. The elevator doors opened with a ding, and they slipped through. Eva's curiosity brought words to her tongue, but she didn't want to push, not while they both brimmed like this, a bit more vulnerable than usual after the scene they'd shared tonight.

"Maybe it's because I ditch them before they'll ditch me," Pixie whispered so softly Eva almost didn't hear her. "Can't get hurt that way, right?"

Her heart broke at those simple words and the pain lingering in them.

Eva didn't have any answers, but she cupped Pixie's cheek and lifted her head. "If only it worked like that."

Her gaze dropped to Pixie's cherry lips, the longing to lean in and close the space between them growing so intense she could barely breathe. Despite Pixie's bright smiles, she was a mystery Eva wanted to solve, to understand why her gaze flickered with darkness sometimes, why she retreated. The air thickened between them, but neither one moved, mere inches separating them.

The ding from the elevator slashed through the quiet.

The doors opened, and Eva pulled away first to head in the direction of Pixie's condo. Pixie fished out her keys and unlocked her door. She entered first, switching on the lights before stepping farther into her apartment. Eva followed close behind, sensing the woman's attempt to flee.

Not on her watch.

She'd promised Meg to take care of Pixie tonight, and that was what she'd do.

"Go curl up with your favorite blanket on the couch," Eva said, stepping into command. "I'm making us tea."

Pixie had a soft spot for a cup of tea, and she would take advantage of that. Pixie wrinkled her nose, but she trudged to her couch, which Eva counted as a win. Eva whisked through the kitchen, set the electric kettle on, and grabbed two mugs with a clink and tea bags to follow. Within a minute, the kettle was already boiling, and she poured the steaming water into the mugs. They could both use the chance to unwind.

Before she returned to Pixie, Eva fired off a text to Meg.

Home safe. Taking care of her .

Pixie lay curled up in a fluffy pink blanket, nestled amid a pile of mismatched pillows.

Eva carried the mugs into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. She sat next to Pixie and didn't hesitate to wrap an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in close. Just like in the Uber, Pixie nuzzled against her, snuggling in like she belonged there, and Eva's heart thundered.

She sank into the couch and began to run her fingers through Pixie's soft strands. Eva lost herself in the motion, in the sweet scent of this woman, in the warm heat and curves pressed against her. After the unmoored way she'd felt since the breakup, this was the first time she'd started drifting back to the harbor.

Eva would hold on to every last second she'd get.