Chapter 19 #2
“Sure,” I purred, stepping closer and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. The second he leaned down, I shoved him back into the water, squealing as he grabbed me as he fell and took me with him.
We surfaced, and I sputtered as he laughed, his fingers tugging me closer by the wrist.
“You’re a dead man, Slash Russo. Just you wait until I—” I didn’t finish my sentence before his mouth was on mine, one of his arms banding around me to keep me against him.
He swam close to the wall and pressed me back against it, starting to strip my soaked clothes from my body.
It was desperate and hurried, my arms wrapping around his neck to keep myself above water, and once he’d stripped me bare, he hooked my legs around his waist and pushed inside, both of us groaning.
“We can’t do this here,” I gasped as I tried to hold onto my last damn brain cell, but he just blindly reached over the edge of the pool and pulled his gun to the ledge for easy access, continuing to fuck me.
The cool water around us suddenly felt hot as he worked on making me come, his tongue teasing mine as he consumed me. His hand explored my chest, pausing when he felt the bandage above it where Skeeter had sliced me.
“Shit, you shouldn’t be in the water with this,” he muttered between kisses, my nails raking against the back of his neck as his other hand worked my clit.
“Stop fucking talking. Fuck, it’s right there, Slash.
Holy fuck,” I moaned, my head dropping back against the side of the pool as my body jerked.
His hand worked faster as his other moved to my throat, his fingers keeping my chin up to muffle my noises with his lips, and then he let out a shuddering groan of his own and dropped his forehead to mine, both of us going still.
“That wasn’t why I came looking for you,” he promised, his breathing rapid.
“I’m not mad about it,” I teased, pulling away from him when he let me, swimming back a little. “You’re going to lend me your shirt, right? I can’t walk around here in my clothes now.”
“You’re not walking around here at all. C’mon, I’ll take you back to mine tonight. Get Ty to pick you up for school in the morning.”
“I don’t have my things.”
“Tell him to bring them. It’s almost eleven. You can wash and dry your clothes at mine,” he replied, hauling himself out of the water and making me want to come all over again.
His hard muscles practically glistened in the low light as he shook the water from himself.
“I shot Max tonight,” I said randomly, his head snapping in my direction.
“What? Where the fuck did you leave him?”
My face heated with embarrassment as I climbed from the pool, wringing out my hair.
“Barely grazed him. I missed.”
“Told you to practice,” he joked, but he stepped closer to cup my face. “Did he hurt you? Or did you see him and just decide to take a shot?”
“He tried dragging me into his car. I panicked.”
“Let’s get out of here. We can talk more freely at mine, and we can have a beer with it,” he exclaimed, helping me get as much water out of my clothes as possible before putting his dry shirt over my head and grabbing our things so we could leave.
He put the heater on in the car to keep us warm on the short drive, and it felt weird following him into his house despite being here before. I should’ve told him to take me home, but being here meant I got another night before having to explain to the guys about what happened to my face.
“I’ll get you something to wear. Go get in the shower,” he encouraged as he locked up behind us, my eyes flicking to the bathroom.
Last time I’d been in there, I’d been hiding from Skeeter.
I could pretend what I had with Skeet wasn’t a relationship, but we were in so deep with each other that I couldn’t claw my way back out even if I wanted to.
“I need to tell Skeet. About us,” I said softly, knowing it was a bad idea from the way Slash winced.
“Right now?”
“No. But I need to make a plan to tell him and the guys. These secrets are toxic, and it would be nice to not feel like a piece of shit when I’m near you,” I scoffed, making him sigh.
“I know what you mean. I feel so fucking guilty. When do you want to do it?”
“Midterms start in a week. Maybe after that?”
“Okay. We can get through this week and your midterms next week. Then we tell him,” he agreed, tucking my wet hair behind my ear. “Shower.”
I nodded, slipping into the bathroom and turning the water on before stripping out of his large shirt while I waited for it to heat. One glance at the mirror told me my face was definitely going to bruise a lot since my eye was swollen and going black, making me sigh.
How did I fix everything?
I was lost in thought while washing my hair, only snapping out of it when Slash appeared in the bathroom with a fresh shirt for me, kicking his pants off to join me.
I moved over to make room for him, his hands going to either side of my face to inspect the damage now we had better lighting.
“You’re going to sit on the couch and ice your face when we get out,” he informed me, his thumb brushing a tender spot on my eye. “I’ll find some ointment for the cut on your eyebrow too.”
“Have you spoken to Skeet yet?”
“And say what? Yeah, man. Your girl’s fine, I fucked her better?” he scoffed, and I pulled back from his touch.
“Maybe ripping it off like a Band-Aid is the best way to do it.”
“Because that worked out so well last time. The girl was turned into mincemeat.”
“How could he hurt someone he loved like that?” I asked, and he studied me for a moment before shrugging.
“He couldn’t. He didn’t love her.”
“Why was he so—”
“I really don’t want to talk about Skeet right now, Donovan. I feel guilty enough as it is,” he said as he cut me off, rinsing his hair under the hot spray before grabbing the shampoo.
We had the rest of the shower in silence, and once we were done, we sat on the couch with some beer while I iced my face.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a headache,” he finally stated as he watched me, making me snort.
“I do. You chose a good right-hand. That man hits like a fucking brick wall.”
“I know,” he mumbled, sipping his beer. “Max tried taking you?”
I relayed the whole situation to him, not surprised when he offered to kill him for me.
“You can’t,” I answered, making him frown.
“Why not?”
“You guys have killed enough people this week, don’t you think?”
“In my defense, I didn’t kill the quarterback,” he pointed out, downing his beer and reaching for a second one.
“He was just a high school brat, Slash.”
“A high school brat that would turn into a big star or a fucking senator. Can you imagine a guy like Gunther having power?”
“I told you guys we had it handled.”
“It wasn’t handled if he was breathing. Skeet did the right thing.”
“Thought he didn’t do it?” I asked dryly, an amused smile taking over his face.
“Didn’t do what?”
I rolled my eyes, running my finger over the beer bottle to watch the condensation trickle down.
“How did you cover up Liam’s murder? I think I have a right to know.”
“Trust me when I say no one will find anything.”
“Until the next tenant rents Liam’s house.”
“That won’t happen. Liam’s house is Psychos’ property. We bought it, and Liam paid fake rent with our cash so we could launder it,” he said honestly, tilting his head. “I promise. You’re not getting dragged away for murder. One of my guys will move in and the secret will stay buried.”
“But Liam’s last known address was there, right? What if his father comes looking? He’s a cop, Slash. He won’t just go away.”
“Would you feel better if I burned it down?” he offered as he lit a cigarette.
“You can’t do that.”
“Sure, I can. I’ve got insurance on it. I don’t want you to worry, so if it would make you feel better, I’ll set it on fire and burn all the evidence away.”
“What did you do with the gun?”
“Disposed of it,” he promised, giving me a firm look. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Donovan. You have my word.”
“Can you blame me for being worried? I have to put a lot of trust in a crew that hates me.”
“If anything ever got found out, I’ll tell them it was me,” he said seriously, almost making me choke on my beer.
“No, you won’t.”
“I owe it to you,” he argued, frustration seeping out of him.
“I can’t ever take back how I treated you, but I can try my hardest to prove I’m on your side.
I’ll burn the house, and I’ll make sure you have an alibi for Liam’s murder if it ever came out.
I’ll handle the consequences. You were there because of me. ”
“Have you been to prison before?” I asked carefully, knowing some people would hate that question, but he just chuckled and leaned back.
“A few times. Never for long though.”
We drank and talked about what it was like for him as a teenager in the crew, and by the time we ran out of beer, we were stumbling drunk.
“Ugh, he doesn’t know how to take a hint,” I growled as my phone pinged with a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: The Soldiers are in town. Be careful, Hot Shot.
Slash glared at it, annoyance in his tone. “Does he think I’m stupid? Of course we know and can keep you safe.”
“We should egg his house or something,” I grinned, crawling onto his lap and sliding my arms around his shoulders.
“This isn’t high school games, babe,” he chuckled, his mouth finding my throat as his hands gripped my ass.
“Let’s go shoot at his house then. He can play nice all he likes, but I think we should go and show him I’m serious about cutting him off. He set up an ambush with the intention of killing D and Skeet. Why haven’t you retaliated yet?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It is. Take me there right now and I’ll shoot at him for you to avenge the guys,” I insisted, making him groan.
“You’re making my dick hard.”
“Then hurry up and take me there so we can come back here and spend the rest of the night naked,” I murmured, licking and sucking down his neck as I ground my ass against his cock.
“Fuck,” he bit out, fisting my hair and jerking me back so he could claim my mouth.