Chapter 9 #2
I looked at the time on the dash. "I don't know. It's already almost eleven and I have to get up super early tomorrow."
We were starting the estate sale at seven in the morning. I had spent all my free time going through the rooms and putting what I wanted to keep in my bedroom. I also had to move all the files and books from the office.
"Our actions can't speak louder than our words if you don't give us a chance."
I sighed. "Fine. Just for thirty minutes." It was probably a mistake to have any faith that this would end well.
The problem was they were the only ones who knew anything about the whole siren debacle and might be able to help me find my mother before Jax's dad did. I was still not done getting them back.
We pulled into the half-full parking lot. With the football game being an away game and losing, a lot of people were skipping the bonfire.
I climbed out and walked with Jax down to the beach. Morgan and Blake were in an intense conversation off to the side, and Jax left me to go talk with them.
Great.
I sat down on a giant piece of driftwood, and as soon as I buried my feet in the sand, the Tritons’ bitch crew approached me.
"We didn't know they let murderers come to parties." The girls made a half circle in front me, blocking my view of the guys. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here with Jax." I smiled up at them. "Who are you here with?"
Melissa rolled her eyes. "I'm here with the Tritons. You're just here for entertainment."
"Ladies, is there a problem?" Morgan pushed between them and sat next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Vixen, are they bothering you?"
Time to test just how serious these guys were about being forgiven. "They are." A few of them looked murderous.
"You heard the woman." Morgan moved his hand to my waist and pulled me into his side. "Bye now." He made his voice sound like a valley girl and I laughed.
The four of them walked off in a huff and headed toward Blake and Jax. Jax glared at them and they changed course.
"What's going on?" Most of my attention was on the warmth of his hand I felt through my sweatshirt. I always expected them to be cold because they were essentially fish, but they felt like they were werewolves. I really read too many paranormal books and it was starting to warp my sense of reality.
"They're discussing my dick." Morgan put his head on my shoulder. "Everything came back negative, but all week, it's felt like it’s different." I laughed and he squeezed my side. "Don't laugh. It's serious. I'm never having sex again. I'm always so safe too."
"Accidents happen. Maybe it's similar to lice... just thinking about it makes your head itch." I scratched at a sudden tickle near my temple. "See."
"You should come see me race in a bit."
"Race? On your motorcycle? That's kind of dangerous, isn't it?" I shouldn't have cared, but I did.
"Does it matter? My dick will never be the same." He sounded like he actually believed that. "I just wish you would have been able to experience it."
I choked on a laugh and he patted my back. I had to tell him there was nothing wrong with his dick. "I had the text sent to you."
"What?" He stood and crossed his arms over his chest. "That's mean, Riley. I've been worried all week!"
I cringed, but then sat up straighter. I didn't need to feel bad or apologize. He deserved the worry I had felt every day for the past month. "Would you have preferred me to do something to your bike?"
"I never took you for someone to seek revenge," he mumbled.
"She's right. Be glad she didn't destroy your car and your room." Jax sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh. "As soon as she lets me, I plan on punishing her for it. Naked."
"Whatever, man. I'll catch you later." He walked away, throwing a hand in the air.
"We tried to get him not to go, but he thinks he's above crashing." Jax moved his hand up and down my thigh. It was more soothing than sexual, but it set off every nerve ending in my body. "Blake's going to make sure he doesn't kill himself."
"So, you can die just like a normal person?" I put my hand on the top of his to stop its upward trajectory.
"We aren't easy to kill, but being thrown from a bike going over a hundred miles an hour would be hard to walk away from." He flipped his hand and threaded our fingers together.
My stomach fluttered and I pulled my hand away, shoving them in my pocket. "Are vampires and werewolves real?"
He laughed and leaned forward with his arms on his legs.
I was glad he was done touching me because the last thing I needed was to jump his bones in front of everyone.
He looked over at me. "As far as we know, they aren't. No one knows about us besides a select few that help in the medical facility.
I guess it's possible there are other non-humans out there. "
"I feel like I'm going to wake up one day and it's all going to become too overwhelming. Is it normal for the humans who do know to freak out?" There were doctors, it seemed, but what about people who weren't brought in for that purpose?
"If a human found out about us—not including you—they would probably try to profit off it. That's the human way."
"Not all humans." I sighed and stood. "Let's walk along the water before you have to take me home."
"Alone? In the dark?" He smirked up at me before standing and taking my hand.
What the fuck was I doing? I should stay away from them, not be making my way toward their beds. Their. That was a whole other issue I didn't even want to think about.