Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Painful
- Books By S.C. Stephens
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Well, damn. “Oh, hey now…I didn’t say that,” I murmured with a laugh. I couldn’t stop the image that popped into my head. God, I should not be thinking about her chained to my bed. I did not need a stiffy while Evan was sitting right next to me. But then I heard a sound that cooled my fire…and filled me with longing. The throaty growl of a really fucking cool car. “Did you just start my baby?” I asked with a sigh. Was it wrong that I missed the Chevelle too?
Kiera laughed, amused by my obsession with my car. “Well, I do have to drive her home, so…yeah.”
I immediately sat up straighter. “Well, you shouldn’t drive and talk on the phone, so I’ll let you go.” I didn’t want my baby—or her—injured because we were chatting, and she was distracted.
I could tell she was frowning as she murmured, “Okay…I love you.”
Loving this constant connection to her, a happy sigh left me. “I love you too. I’ll call you later tonight.”
We said goodbye, then I disconnected and put the phone back in my pocket. Evan was looking at me funny as I did. “What?” I asked.
He twisted in his seat to face me. “That conversation reminded me of something…I think we need to talk.”
Genuinely clueless, I scrunched my face trying to think about anything we would possibly need to talk about that would make him look so…annoyed. The crack about phone sex? It wasn’t like I’d actually whip it out and jack-off in front of him. I had some class. “Okay…about what?”
Lips pursed, he lifted an eyebrow at me. “The photo.”
“What pho…?” My words died as I stared at him openmouthed. Oh…right. That photo. “Jenny told you?” I said, cringing.
Lips still twisted, he nodded. “Yep. Right after she did it.”
Biting my lip, I searched Evan’s face for signs of violence. Would he hit me for that? I probably should have cleared it with him first. No, I definitely should have cleared it with him first. Asking his girlfriend to take a very sexy, nearly nude photograph probably crossed about a dozen guy-code lines. Damn it. Sometimes I didn’t think things through well enough.