Chapter 11 #2
Skeeter chuckled and climbed out of bed, not seeming to give a shit that he had my cum dripping down his thighs. “We can play nice. Besides, he got you last night. C’mon, I’m fucking hungry. I didn’t get dinner on my way here. I need some of that rich people buffet shit you guys have.”
Caden laughed as he shoved his boxers on and left the room, and Skeeter ushered me into the bathroom before anyone could change their minds about being nice.
He didn’t throw me against the wall and fuck me again like I’d expected, his soapy hands scrubbing me clean between dropping random kisses on my lips and shoulder.
“Can you stay with me today or do you have crew stuff to do?” I asked as I slid my arms around his neck once I was clean, his hands moving to my waist.
“Slash can wait. I can spend a few hours with you, fuck him,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my lips softly. “Stay at mine tonight?”
“You want me to?”
“I do.”
“Did Skeeter Maddox catch feelings?” I teased, but the hope in my voice gave me away. The thought made me stupidly happy.
He nipped my lip sharply before switching the water off and cracking a hand against my ass.
“You’re more than a fuck to me, you know that.”
“Would it kill you to say the words though?” I asked dryly as we stepped out to grab towels, and he shot me a dirty look.
“I like sleeping beside you. Leave it at that and do with that information as you will. Get dressed before I bend you over the fucking sink.”
I grinned, making him roll his eyes as we got dried and dressed before walking down to the kitchen to find Caden already at the table. He’d made us coffee, well, he’d gotten the staff to make them, and he gave Skeeter an annoyed look.
“I figured you wanted all the good shit, so I asked the chef to make a bunch of stuff for breakfast. You’re welcome.”
“Now I see why you like the rich pricks. These perks I could get used to,” Skeeter replied as he gave me a wink and sat at the table, reaching for his coffee to take a sip.
Caden flipped him off and I sat between them, the food arriving shortly after and ending any banter between the guys. Skeeter happily piled his plate up with way too much eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and Caden put some of everything on a plate and handed it to me.
“Such a gentleman,” I deadpanned, and he snorted.
“If you think this is me being a gentleman, your standards are way too low. It’s just polite.”
“It’s not like you to be polite,” Skeeter grumbled as he shoveled food into his mouth.
Skeeter was raised like me, every man for himself. He didn’t think about feeding me first because he’d only ever had to think of himself.
Unlike Caden, who had a loving mom and knew the food wasn’t likely to run out.
“Thanks,” I said with a small smile, grabbing a fork and started to eat.
We’d just finished eating when Tyler arrived with Jensen, the latter looking like he’d barely slept. I didn’t even think about it as I got to my feet and walked towards him, placing a hand on his chest.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Just shit with Luke. I’ll tell you later,” he mumbled, sliding an arm around my waist to pull me close. “How are you?”
It was obvious the guys hadn’t been gossiping, and Skeeter seemed surprised that Caden obviously hadn’t told everyone what had happened. Tyler’s gaze ran over me with concern but he didn’t say anything, the pity in his eyes telling me that he knew what had happened last night.
I glanced back at Skeeter and he stared right back, but after a moment, he nodded and went back to his breakfast. I had no idea if that was permission to tell the guys I’d committed murder again, thanks to his boss, but I’d roll with it.
“Where’s Luke? I want to tell you guys something,” I stated, making Jensen wince.
“He’s at his place. His mom flipped out at school yesterday, so he’s a little sensitive right now. He won’t speak to anyone, especially not me.”
“Why not you?”
“Half the school thinks we’re fucking now, thanks to his mother. She had a massive rant in front of everyone. Thinks he hasn’t been home because he’s too busy fucking me,” he sighed, and Skeeter chuckled.
“You’d be the one doing the fucking. He’d bottom for sure.”
“Would you shut up?” I snapped, his amusement only growing.
“Only if you sit that pussy on my face and give me something better to do with my mouth.”
I ignored him, turning my attention back to Jensen. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Pretty sure his phone’s off. There’s no way in hell that Karen will let you in the door either.”
“She doesn’t have to let me in, but I’ll get in one way or another,” I said sweetly, and he huffed out a laugh as he dropped a kiss to my forehead.
“Don’t hurt her. He’d never forgive you. What did you want to talk about?”
“We can’t talk about it here near the staff,” I said quietly, the humor falling from his face.
“That bad?”
“Depends on your perspective of it,” Skeeter said absently as he stood. “Go talk in your room. I need to call and check in with D.”
“Tell him I said hi,” I answered, making him mutter under his breath as he left the room.
“You know, you don’t have to tell anyone,” Caden said as he drained his coffee, and Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously? I think she does.”
“Wait,” Jensen snapped, glaring at us all. “Does everyone else know?”
I glanced at Caden and he shrugged. “Ty was here last night.”
“So you told him everything? I doubt it,” I mumbled, stumbling as he yanked me against him, my panties dampening as he grabbed my throat firmly.
“He knows I fucked your emotions back into place, yes.”
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck have I missed? I’m missing multiple chapters. I didn’t even know you two were talking again,” Jensen said in disbelief.
“It’s a long story. One I’ll tell you in my room,” I replied, not fighting Caden’s hold as he dropped a kiss to my lips before releasing me.
The staff started cleaning up from breakfast, so I motioned for the guys to follow me upstairs, not wanting anyone to overhear us.
How did I explain that I’d committed murder twice? And that it wasn’t bothering me this time?
When we were shut in my room and I remained silent, Caden decided to drop the bomb on everyone. “My dad’s dead.”
“What the fuck?” Jensen asked slowly. “What happened?”
I blew out a breath and straightened my shoulders. Skeeter had been right after I’d killed Liam, I needed to push that shit down and move on.
I’d killed the man who’d haunted my dreams and ruined my childhood, so I should wear that shit like a badge of honor.
“Because I killed him last night.”
“Why? Did that piece of shit touch you again?” Jensen spat, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Where did you bury him? We need help to cover this up. Why didn’t you call?”
“You were busy last night,” Caden pointed out, crossing his arms. “It’s handled.
Slash practically kidnapped her and locked her in a room with the prick.
I didn’t see it, but Skeet said it was pretty bad.
He called me to pick her up and bring her home.
She was covered in blood and in shock, but she wasn’t hurt. ”
“This is Slash’s fault?” Jensen bit out, turning to Tyler. “That asshole took it too far, man. Stop buying our fucking drugs from him. We don’t want anything to do with him and his crew if they’re going to do shit like that to Rory.”
“Where do you think we should go then? Ask the Devils? Buddy up to the Reapers? Maybe risk getting a bad batch from the Demons? I trust Slash’s quality over anyone's," Tyler argued, motioning to me. “I’ll talk to him. There has to be a reason why he did it. Maybe he’s testing her?”
“You’re fucking delusional! He’s not your friend, dumbass!”
“We understand each other.”
“He understands you have money and throw good parties. It’s the only reason he even gives you the time of day. If Skeet can’t get him to back off, then you have no hope,” Jensen scoffed.
“Guys, I’m fine. I can handle Slash’s tantrums,” I said dryly, knowing I probably couldn’t if they kept escalating, but I didn’t want them getting involved.
I just needed to train more, I wasn’t strong enough to take down a grown man right now if they caught me off guard. Once I was on the ground, it was too late.
I could hold my own if I saw them coming, but I definitely had to work on being surprised.
“You call that a tantrum?” Caden asked sarcastically. “The man locked you in that room to terrify you and hoped my father assaulted you again. This isn’t some kind of fucked-up foreplay, he wants you to get hurt.”
“He wants to scare me, sure. It won’t work. All he did was give me the opportunity to slay one of the biggest monsters in my life. He made me stronger, not weaker,” I argued, just as the door opened and Skeeter walked in.
“He’s trying to show me that you don’t belong in our world so I’ll let you go.
It’s only going to get worse now that I’ve sided with you over him and the crew.
They’re pissed at me,” he said flatly, my heart hurting for him.
He deserved to be happy with someone, so I didn’t understand why it bothered them so much.
“Can’t you let her go then?” Jensen snapped, earning a glare from me.
“He doesn’t have to do shit. Why the fuck should he leave me just because they said so?” I demanded, amusement flashing across Skeeter’s face as he dropped down onto my bed to get comfortable.
“Leave you? I know you stick to me like Velcro, but we’re not even together.”
“I just can’t fuck anyone else, right?”
“Hey, I learned to share with the rich pricks. I think I’ve been accommodating for your pussy’s needs,” he answered with a smirk.
“Asshole,” I muttered, and Caden changed the subject to avoid us all fighting.
“So, can someone clean my Challenger to get the crime scene out? It’s your specialty.”
“Yeah, I can handle it. Don’t get used to it though, I’m only doing it because I asked you to pick her up,” he warned.