Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
RORY
Iwoke up in a panic on my stomach, a body pinning me down and causing a scream to leave me.
I tried to escape but couldn’t, noticing I was drenched in sweat and crying.
Someone was moving inside me, their body pressed firmly to my back to stop me from moving, the pillow under me blocking most of my noises.
“That’s better, come back to me,” Skeeter growled in my ear, some of the panic simmering when I recognized his voice. “Are you with me?”
Reality soaked into me and I stopped fighting, giving into his touch as he fucked me a little harder.
“Skeet?” I choked out as I turned my head from the pillow, and he lifted himself off my back to drive into me harder and deeper, his hands moving to my waist.
“Whatever you were dreaming of, erase it. You’re only allowed to think about me,” he bit out, getting rougher as he tugged my ass up a little higher. When I didn’t reply, the sharp sting of his knife met my ass and I cried out. “Do you understand?”
“Get off me!” I snapped, attempting to roll away, but he didn’t let me.
His fingers threaded through my hair and forced my face back into the pillow, his other hand pressing down on my back to stop me from wriggling.
“No. I’m going to fuck you until the only nightmare in your head is me.”
His hips smacked against my ass, the cut burning from the contact as he railed me like a man possessed, and he only slowed when my body tightened around him as I came so hard that I was left sobbing.
His breath was hot on my neck as he laid over me, finishing inside me and sinking his teeth into my neck with a grunt. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I managed to get out, jerking as he slowly pumped in and out with his softening cock.
“Good. Now get the fuck up, put your bad bitch mask on for the day, and get over it.”
He pulled out and slapped his hand against my ass with a loud crack, making me hiss out a breath as the cut stung.
“Ouch, asshole.”
“Pain is good. Keeps you out of your head and focused on reality. I mean it though. Get up. I’ve got shit to do at the Shed, and you’re going to go and play pretend in your cushy mansion. I don’t have time to babysit you and your mental breakdown, so snap out of it.”
I glared over my shoulder at him, earning one in return, and my eyes dropped down his naked body to the smears of blood across his groin, hips, and stomach from the cut he’d given me.
“You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re a pain in my ass. Get up,” he gritted out, stalking from the room, and slamming the bathroom door behind him.
I cringed as I dragged myself out of bed, my body aching and my skin sticky with blood, sweat, and cum. I definitely needed a shower before I left, but I was under the impression that I wasn’t invited to join Skeeter, so I waited.
He barely looked at me when he emerged five minutes later, walking right past me for some clothes.
“You know,” Slash drawled as he appeared in the doorway, startling me. “I can never tell if you two are making up or fighting.”
“Fuck off,” Skeeter barked, snatching a shirt and throwing it at me. “And you, go and shower so you can leave.”
“Oh, fighting. My money’s on the walking gash,” Slash said cheerfully, and I flipped him off, not bothering to hide my naked body. He’d seen plenty of it last night.
“I’m starting to think you like me. You keep popping up wherever I am,” I deadpanned, crossing my arms over my chest when his eyes dropped to my tits.
“You’re everywhere like mold. It’s hard to avoid you.
It’s hilarious that you think I like you though.
Did you think we bonded over murder and mayhem last night?
” he chuckled dryly, stepping closer and reaching a hand out to cup my chin, his thumb running along my bottom lip.
“You’re a cum bucket and nothing more. You want me to like you, hmm?
Then get on your knees and we can fake it for a few minutes. That’s all I’ll ever give you.”
“Why the fuck would I want you to like me?” I argued as I went to swat his hand away, but his fingers grabbed my wrist tightly to stop me.
“Because you’re pathetic. No one wants you, and you’re constantly seeking approval. I already know you’ll do anything to fit in, even murder,” he said in a dark voice, his fingers digging into my wrist hard enough to make me wince.
“Get your hands off her, she’s leaving,” Skeeter bit out, moving closer now that he had boxers on. Slash ignored him, the rough material of his jeans brushing against my thigh as his lips kicked up into a smirk.
“You don’t even mind when we treat you like shit.
As long as we’re using you, you think you’re important.
I could come in my own hand and it wouldn’t feel any different.
You think your mouth is that good?” He released my wrist and gripped my jaw hard, his eyes narrowing when I fought not to pull away from the pain.
“You’re not as tough as you think you are, Donovan.
You’ll realize that one day when it’s too late. ”
He shoved me back and I tried to act unaffected, but it fucking hurt.
Skeeter’s fingers wrapped around the nape of my neck and tugged me back towards him, his patience gone. “I won’t tell you again. Get in the shower and leave.”
“I’ll just shower at home,” I answered as I yanked myself away from him, pulling the shirt he’d given me over my head, and heading into the bathroom to at least wipe up the mess between my legs.
I didn’t ask him for pants, and he didn’t offer me any as he tossed me the Corvette keys without a word, but despite his asshole behavior, I still sensed his eyes tracking me closely as if to make sure I was safe.
The feeling remained with me until I’d backed out of the driveway and sped off where he couldn’t see me anymore.
Once I was on the road and alone with my own thoughts, some of the terror started creeping back in.
A cop’s son? A gang member? How the hell did I get out of this?
I couldn’t. I was so fucked.
I blasted the stereo to drown it out, fighting to contain my breakdown until I got home.
The guys were sitting in the kitchen when I walked inside, but I ignored them as I took the stairs two at a time and locked myself in my bedroom, taking deep breaths to try and force my emotions down.
I couldn’t break, I had to keep control of myself and make sure the guys didn’t find out what I’d done. Skeeter was right about that.
“Rory?” Caden called through the door, knocking on it lightly. “Are you okay?”
If I didn’t reply, he’d kick the door down to check on me, so I got my shit together and forced a smile so it carried in my voice.
“I’m fine! Sorry, I just need a shower and some fresh clothes, Skeet left me kind of dirty.”
“What happened last night?”
“Nothing important, I just had problems with the Corvette, so Skeet was helping me fix it. No biggie,” I answered, moving towards the bathroom. “I’ll be down later.”
He grumbled but left me alone, and relief filled me as I stripped off and climbed into the shower, washing the evidence of Skeeter’s distraction off me. The cut on my ass stung as the water ran over it, and once I’d scrubbed myself clean and turned the water off, I wrapped myself in a towel.
I didn’t have the energy to get dressed, so I sat on the floor with the towel around me, allowing myself to break a little.
Once I started though, it was hard to stop.
A hand on my shoulder caused me to jump, and my eyes flashed up, expecting Caden, but it was Lukas instead. Worry coated his expression as he squatted in front of me, and he didn’t touch me now that he had my attention.
“I heard you from the hallway. Did someone hurt you?” he asked gently, sighing when I shook my head. “Can you tell me what happened then?”
“I’m fine,” I croaked out, flinching back from him as he lifted a hand to wipe my tears.
“Stay still,” he murmured, trying again. This time, I let his fingers wipe at my cheeks, and more tears fell from the sweet touch. “Hey, whatever it is, I’ve got you.”
“No, you don’t,” I scoffed, trying to sound angry, but the hurt snuck out instead.
“I do. Skeet didn’t knock you up, right?” he asked slowly, and I scowled, swatting his hand away.
“Leave me alone. I mean it.”
“Fuck. He did, didn’t he?”
“No, I just don’t want you in here. We’re not friends, asshole. Get out,” I snapped, but he moved to sit beside me and got comfortable. “Lukas—”
“I kissed Jensen,” he said randomly, and it took a second for my brain to catch on to what he’d said, my meltdown fading from the abrupt distraction.
“Wait, what?”
He swallowed, not looking at me as he stared at the wall across the room. “I kissed him, and he kissed me back.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, but I was curious about what had happened. Lukas’ mother had put the fear of God into him about liking guys. I remembered her screaming at him when we were kids because one of the other boys at school had given him a flower in the playground.
We’d been seven, it wasn’t like it meant anything.
“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone and it just sort of came out.” Panic filled his eyes as he looked at me, realization setting in about what he’d said. “Don’t tell anyone. Not even Holloway. Shit, why—”
“I won’t say anything,” I promised, giving him a small nudge with my shoulder. “So, you and Jense, huh?”
“No. It was a mistake,” he snapped, raking his fingers through his hair. “I was upset, it just happened.”
“You know there’s nothing wrong with it, right? Your mother’s just a bitch who’s worried about her social status.” When he stayed quiet, I angled my body to face him more, tilting my head. “He’s a good kisser, I’ll give him that. You really didn’t like it?”
“No,” he forced out, but his voice wavered. “I’m not gay. Show me your tits, I bet I’ll get hard.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that left me, his eyes narrowing and making me wave a dismissive hand at him.
“Sorry, you’ve just never said anything like that to me before. You turned into such a guy.”