Chapter 12 #3
We walked to the door together and I was practically hyperventilating when she turned to me, her expression soft.
“I’m not great at this stuff. I’m not used to people expressing their feelings or emotions to me. I’m not upset with you, I just don’t know what to say.”
The panic calmed a fraction, and I leaned over to open the door for her, letting out a sigh.
“That’s not great since I’m overly expressive.”
“Is that a fancy way of saying you’re dramatic?” she teased lightly, relaxing me slightly.
“Absolutely. Certified drama queen.”
“It’s okay. I kind of like my guys unstable,” she grinned, tangling her fingers in the front of my shirt to pull me closer for a quick kiss, the storm inside me vanishing. “You’d better tell me what we’re cooking.”
She stepped back and I slid a hand into hers, keeping hold of it as I carried the groceries over to the kitchen counter to start putting away, only letting her hand go when I really had to.
I started unpacking while scrolling on my phone for a recipe, finding basic instructions on how to cook steak and another for the roast vegetables. It looked simple enough, so we set to work on peeling and chopping everything, and I couldn’t stop smiling as we stood side-by-side working together.
Was this what normal couples did? Cooked together while talking about their day?
This was way better than waiting for a chef to bring us our food, and I only got close to losing a finger twice.
She put the oven on high like I told her to while I skimmed the recipe, and we put the tray of seasoned vegetables in with a satisfied nod. That hadn’t been too hard.
“The steak doesn’t take long, so we’ll wait until the veggies are almost done,” I informed her, taking her waist to bring her against me. “We have some time to kill. Got any ideas?”
“If you take me to the bedroom, we’ll burn dinner,” she said dryly.
“Good point. We’ll just have to do it here,” I smirked, making her laugh as I lifted her to sit on the counter, standing between her legs.
“Ty!”
I chuckled, sliding my hand through the back of her hair to keep her still as I dropped my mouth to hers. My cock hardened instantly as she moaned, her hands moving under the front of my shirt to touch me.
“Lie back,” I encouraged, waiting for her to do as she was told before I tugged her pants and panties off her legs, tossing them aside and parting her thighs.
I hadn’t had time or the best lighting before to really admire her, and I stared at her pussy long enough that I must have made her uncomfortable because she tried to close them after a moment.
“Hey, let a man admire his dinner before he eats it.”
“Stop staring at it, you weirdo.”
“You should be grateful to find a guy who takes the time to study you. At least I’ve memorized where your clit is so you get off too,” I joked, a loud laugh leaving her that turned into a moan when I leaned down and rolled my tongue around her clit.
She was feeling a little bossy apparently, guiding my head where she wanted it and telling me when to suck or lick. I was one hundred percent on board with being told what to do, loving how confident she was being with me right now.
I knew when she was close because she started grinding on my face, her thighs so tight around my head that I thought she was going to break my damn skull, and when she came so hard she squirted, I lost it.
My pants were around my ankles in seconds, and I grabbed her legs to pull her ass off the edge of the counter to line myself up, giving her no warning before pushing inside and starting to fuck her.
She cried out, clawing at my shirt and begging me to go harder as I fucked her into another orgasm. It was like I poured all my emotions into my dick, fucking her until I burned through all the anger, worry, and pain.
“Ty?” she groaned, her voice taking on a hint of worry when I didn’t respond, my fingers tightening on her hips as I worked towards my release.
“Baby?” Her soft voice drew my eyes to her, and when she reached out to cup my cheek, understanding all over her face when she realized I was trying to fuck the demons out of my body, I came so hard my legs almost gave out.
“Hey,” she murmured, managing to sit up a little. “Come here.”
I didn’t know what she wanted me to do, I couldn’t be closer to her if I tried. My cock was still buried in her pussy, my ragged breathing filling the silent house.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling back when my legs started working, but she only grabbed my arm to pull me closer so she could wrap her arms around me.
“I’m fine. Are you?”
I nodded, breathing hard and raking a hand through my hair. “Sorry, I zoned out or something there.”
“You can lose yourself in my pussy any time if it helps,” she promised, scooting forward to get to her feet, cringing at the counter. “We made a mess.”
“That’s art, not a mess,” I puffed with amusement, the smell of smoke hitting me. “Do you smell that?”
We turned just as the smoke alarms started blaring through the house, finding the packaged steaks on the stovetop smoking. Rory almost slipped as she jerked forward in a panic.
“How did we burn them when we’re not even cooking them yet?”
I laughed lightly, noticing she’d turned the stove top on, not the oven. “You didn’t turn the oven on.”
“I did! You said the first knob on the right!” she exclaimed, grabbing some tongs from the drawer and picking up the melting meat bag with them to drop in the sink, turning the taps on.
“On the front of the oven, babe. The ones on top are for the stovetop,” I cackled, the frustrated look on her face only making me laugh harder to the point I was practically crying.
“You have to be more specific! This is a fancy fucking stove! There’s too many knobs!”
“I thought this was a standard one,” I wheezed, feeling bad for laughing at her, but it was just too damn funny.
“You think this monstrosity is standard?” she bit out, grabbing a dishtowel to wave it at the alarms to try and stop them.
I was laughing so hard now that I had to hold onto the counter, almost getting a handful of body fluid, which apparently made me laugh even more. Sound wasn’t even leaving me at this point, and I was just slapping my bare thigh like an idiot.
Rory was shouting curses at me as she jumped around the alarm in a panic, and I didn’t realize we had company until I heard Slash’s voice.
“What the actual fuck are you two doing?”
I couldn’t look at him, still too lost in my laughter, but it must have been a sight for him to walk in to see both of us naked from the waist down, the alarm blaring, and Rory dancing around with a dishtowel like she was doing some kind of ritual.
The plastic from the meat bag was melted to the stovetop, and I managed to contain myself enough to finally point at her.
“She did it.”
She gasped in outrage, and Slash chuckled as he walked closer and grabbed the dishtowel from her, doing a better job at stopping the alarm since he was taller.
“You two are fucking useless. You have the survival instincts of a dead squirrel,” he deadpanned, his eyes lingering on the soaked counter.
“What are you doing here?” Rory spat, obviously embarrassed by what he’d walked in on, and she tried to tug her shirt down to cover herself slightly.
“Stopping you from burning the house down, for starters. Go clean up. I’ll order some food,” he sighed, glancing at me. “You know you left your door open, right?”
“Oops,” I grinned, and he rolled his eyes.
“Go. Chinese?”
I pulled my pants up and dug my wallet from the pocket, handing him my card.
“Chinese is fine. Here. We’ll be back down in a second,” I promised, hearing him muttering about us being idiots under his breath as I dragged Rory towards the stairs so we could wash up.
Slash
There was something seriously fucking wrong with rich people. When I decided to stop at Tyler’s for a beer, I didn’t realize that I’d be walking into pure chaos.
I wasn’t mad about Rory’s lack of pants though.
We’d eaten dinner while Tyler continued making jokes about burning their planned meal, and now I was watching TV with a beer in hand while the two of them sprawled out on the floor with a pile of books and homework.
Every time Rory got stuck on something, her nose would scrunch up with confusion and frustration, and I was a little bit surprised when she asked Tyler for help.
She seemed good at understanding the questions and explaining them to him, while he was better at finding the answers than she was. Between them, they managed.
At least she knew not to ask me for help, I’d be hopeless with that crap. I’d only gone to school to sell drugs to the other kids.
Savage hadn’t been too lenient on the younger Psychos, making us work like dogs from day one. We didn’t need an education when our lives would revolve around the crew until the day we died.
I was almost asleep in the recliner when someone took my beer, and I jerked, making Rory put her hands up.
“Sorry, you were going to drop it. Nodding off, old man?”
“I’m hardly old, Donovan,” I grunted, giving her a dirty look as she placed the beer on the coffee table.
“You’re doing what old dads do after dinner.”
“It’s been a long day. Some of us have been busy.”
“Old man,” she repeated, shrieking when I grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto my lap so that she was straddling me, my fingers going around her throat lightly.
“Behave, or I’ll make you,” I warned, my cock hardening as she squirmed on my lap.
“You going to punish me?” she asked in a playful voice, and Tyler groaned, reminding me he was here.
“You two are better than a porno. Do you hate fuck? Ugh, you do, don’t you? Rory, start a fight with him. Make him mad,” he instructed, making me scoff.
“As if I could stay hard with you yapping and jerking your little dick near me.”
Rory grinned, grinding against me. “I don’t know, bossman. You feel pretty hard to me.”
“You be quiet,” I ordered, making her snicker as she slid her hands up my chest.