Chapter 7 #2
“We went to the mall for ice cream. Hung out there for a while, until Skeet threatened a guy from the academy and Rory punched Claire, then we came here.”
Slash swung his gaze to mine, raising an eyebrow. “You went out for ice cream at the mall? Is this like rich boy try-outs? Are you training or applying?”
“Fucking bite me. I’ll turn that recliner into collateral damage and put a few bullets in you,” I huffed, only making him grin.
“You’d think the sugar would’ve sweetened you up a little.” He glanced at Rory next, seeming just as amused by her participation. “Did you have a fun day playing good girl?”
“Good girl? Did you miss the part where I punched Claire?” she scoffed.
“That doesn’t count. Pretty sure God himself wants to punch her in the face daily.”
“I would’ve gotten her again if Skeet hadn’t already attracted security.”
Tyler glared at her. “They were already called on you for manhandling me.”
“Don’t be a brat and I won’t next time,” she said sweetly, and Caden snickered.
Lukas had managed to put some distance between him and Jensen on the couch beside us, and I almost called him out for it but decided I’d given him enough shit today. Slash wouldn’t care who he was fucking, but he wouldn’t be quiet about it either.
Rory happily filled Slash in on her scolding session, and I had to admit that his reactions seemed genuine. He was laughing so hard he almost spilled his damn beer.
“It’s about time someone told them off for being spoiled little shits,” he managed to get out between laughter, and Tyler flipped him off.
“Fuck you. It was embarrassing.”
“Good,” he threw back, raising his beer to Rory with a grin. “You’re just doing your service for the community in humbling the rich, right?”
“Absolutely,” she grinned back, and I flicked my eyes between them in disbelief.
“This is weird,” I grumbled, getting up to grab a fresh beer and placing Rory in my vacated spot, scowling at how empty the fridge was suddenly looking when I opened it. “You fuckers need to organize more beer before I start murdering people.”
“We’re not old enough,” Tyler answered, batting his lashes at Slash. “Maybe Slash would take me?”
“Maybe not,” Slash deadpanned.
“If Rory asks, will you?” I scoffed, mischief flashing in his eyes.
“If she asks, I’ll take her with me and pay for it myself. Besties, remember?”
Rory rolled her eyes and stood, stretching. “You guys can fight it out. I need to pee.”
She left the room, and Caden sighed. “Skeet, can you buy the beer and I’ll give you my card?”
“I’m not leaving Rory here with Slash. I’ll take her with me,” I stated, and Slash looked at me like I was nuts.
“I’m not going to hurt her. Besides, the other princesses are here to supervise.”
“As if they could stop you from doing anything,” I said with a dry chuckle, his eyes narrowing.
“I. Won’t. Hurt. Her.”
“Fine. Holloway can come with me and the other three can watch you,” I said firmly. “I’m trusting you here.”
“I swear, I’ve got her back,” he grunted, pulling his phone out to fire off a text.
“Who’d you just message?” I bit out, making him scoff.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man. I was just letting Matteo know I won’t be back any time soon. Here,” he growled, turning his phone to show me. I felt a little dumb for reacting like I had, but Slash could be a snake when he wanted to be, so I wasn’t taking any chances.
“C’mon, Holloway. I haven’t got all day,” I snapped, the little fucker rolling his eyes at me as he followed me towards the door.
I wanted to make this as quick as possible, just in case.
Slash
“They know they’re being super obvious, right?” I asked Tyler quietly as I walked back into the living room with a beer. Lukas and Jensen were talking in the kitchen at the table, their thighs pressed together and Jensen’s hand on Lukas’ knee.
“Don’t draw attention to it. Please,” Tyler sighed, amusing me.
“Rory not doing it for them anymore?”
Someone smacked the back of my head, and I scowled as Rory walked past and dropped down onto Tyler’s lap.
“I do it just fine for them. Leave them alone,” she scolded, stealing Tyler’s beer for a mouthful.
My eyes were glued to her slender neck as she swallowed, my cock waking the fuck up and forcing me to put my arm across my lap to hide it.
She smirked knowingly, licking her lips as she handed Tyler’s beer back.
Tyler’s face was in his phone, and I shot her a warning look. If she thought she could play games with me, she had another thing coming.
“If you’re going to sit on his lap while checking me out, you might as well come and sit on my lap instead,” I stated, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and making my cock harden even more.
“What do you think, Ty? Should I go sit on Satan’s lap and tell him what I want for Christmas?”
“I think you mean Santa, and you’re getting coal,” I chuckled, tilting my head. “Come on then. Sit on my lap.”
“No, I meant what I said.”
“Can you two not taunt each other while I’m in charge?” Tyler groaned, glancing over at me with pleading eyes. “Skeet will kill me if you two get into it.”
“I can’t even borrow her to blow me? Thought we were friends, Johnson?” I joked.
I felt like I was going to literally die if I didn’t get to touch her again soon. I’d had some insane sex dreams about her lately, and the fuck-me eyes she was currently giving me wasn’t helping.
I was going to ruin everything by dragging her over to me in a second and tearing her damn pants off.
Her phone rang and she huffed, answering it. “Yes, I’m still alive. Stop worrying.”
I rolled my eyes, getting to my feet and heading to the bathroom.
Skeeter’s lack of trust was warranted, but I still hated it.
He was my best friend, always would be, but it was my own damn fault that he couldn’t leave me alone with his girl for five minutes without thinking I was going to do something bad to her.
My dick finally calmed down now that I was away from her, and I washed my face with cold water, needing to snap out of it. I couldn’t touch her here, we’d get caught.
I’d never felt guilty for shit like this before, but knowing how much she meant to Skeeter made me feel like an asshole for touching her behind his back. No matter how much they said they weren’t together, they totally were.
We should’ve just told them we were sleeping together.
Skeeter would throw fists at me but he’d eventually get over it. He’d ask when it started, and that thought made me pause. It technically started when I hurt her, but I couldn’t exactly explain that to him.
I glanced at the door in the mirror when it opened, finding Rory slipping inside.
“What are you doing?” I asked slowly, her eyes narrowing on me.
“Me? What are you doing? You can’t just show up and hang out like this.”
“Why not? I just wanted to see Skeet,” I lied. I’d seen them here on the cameras and wanted to crash their party. I needed to see her.
“Go home,” she scowled, stepping closer to give me a shove, but I grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her hard, all the fight leaving her as she instantly kissed me back.
My whole body relaxed as her hands slipped under my shirt to press against my stomach, and I shuddered as her teeth bit into my lower lip sharply.
“We can’t,” I warned as she ground against my leg, a whine leaving her.
“We can be fast.”
“Babe, I’m not going to fuck you in Skeet’s bathroom. I feel bad enough as it is for even touching you.”
“Please?”
It was soft, my heart tugging at the needy tone. If she was just horny, she could’ve gone to one of the others, but she wanted me.
“Fuck, I’ll get you off but be quiet,” I ordered, making her nod quickly.
I turned us so she was leaning back on the sink, and I slid my hand into her pants to feel how wet she was. She was soaked, thrusting her hips to encourage me to hurry up.
I would’ve preferred to yank her pants down and bury my tongue in her, but this was faster.
I set a quick pace with my fingers on her clit, kissing her neck as she wrapped her arms around me. I reminded myself to keep my teeth to myself to avoid marking her, hating myself slightly for not giving in and fucking her.
“Slash,” she gasped, and I kissed her to shut her up, not needing her to get us caught right now. Her legs shook and I swallowed her moans as she came, slowing my fingers but drawing it out for her.
“Better?” I chuckled as I withdrew my hand, drawing my fingers into my mouth to taste her as she watched me.
“You sure we can’t—”
“You want to risk Skeet coming home and catching us? Because if I fuck you, I’m going to zone everything else out and only see you until I’m done,” I said seriously, grabbing her chin and tilting her mouth up to kiss me again.
She knew it was a bad idea, so she sighed and motioned to the door. “Fine. Let's go drink beer.”
“I need a second for the brick in my pants to go away,” I scoffed, the need instantly vanishing when she opened the door to find Tyler leaning against the wall opposite it, his arms crossed and a blank look on his face. “Shit. I—”
He uncrossed his arms and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and pressing his back against it.
“When did this start?” he asked in a surprisingly calm voice, his eyes flicking between us.
It was over. The second he found out about what I’d done, he’d flip out, beat on me, and call Skeeter.
“Look,” I started, but Rory beat me to it.
“The last few days. When he showed up drunk at the house that night, we ended up sleeping together when he woke up,” she explained, hanging her head slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“You can’t,” Tyler growled, raking a hand through his hair as concern took over his face. “Skeet will kill the pair of you. I’m glad you’re getting along, but—”
“You’re okay with it?” I asked slowly, making him snort.
“Of course I am. I can relax if you’re lovers not fighters.” He paused, narrowing his eyes at me. “This isn’t a game to you, right? You’re not luring her into something?”
“I swear. We’ll tell Skeet but—”
“Not yet,” Rory finished for me, regret on her face. “I’m trying to get him to see we can get along. Then hopefully he’ll be okay with it.”
“Pretty sure if you tell him you’re fucking, he’ll know you’re getting along,” he answered dryly.
“He’ll flip the fuck out,” she groaned.
“I know he likes to say you’re not dating, and so do you, but you’re in a relationship with him, Rory. He’s going to fucking kill both of you.”
“He won’t hurt her,” I murmured, reaching out to fix her hair that I must have run my fingers through at some point since it was sticking up. “He loves her.”
“And you?”
“I don’t care what he does to me.”
Rory winced, swatting my hand away to fix her hair herself. “I care what he does to you. Can we find a way to break it to him that won’t get anyone shot or beaten to death?”
“I don’t like secrets like this, man. What about the others?” he asked, cringing when Rory gave him a pleading look. “You want me to keep it from them too?”
“I know that’s not fair to you, but—” she started, and he put his hand up to silence her.
“You need to tell them yourself, so I won’t say anything. Don’t leave it too long though, okay?”
She stared at him, her voice low. “You’d do that?”
“I’d do anything for you. Don’t make me regret that,” he answered, finally pushing off the door and walking towards her to give her a quick kiss.
“I thought you two were killing each other somewhere, so trust me when I say I prefer this scenario to what I was expecting. Fucking knew you two just had sexual tension this whole time. I kind of want to watch you two fuck, I bet it’s intense. ”
“Keep your mouth shut and you might get to,” I said seriously, glancing at Rory and giving her one last kiss. “I’m going to go back out there. You two stay here for a minute.”
She nodded, her eyes burning into me as I left the room, and I knew we’d timed it right when I’d just sat back down and I heard the McLaren pull up outside.
We were playing with fire, which meant sooner or later, someone was going to get burned.