Chapter 21 #2
“Are you really sleeping with Slash?” I asked when the silence stretched too long, and I saw it. The guilt. “Jesus fucking Christ, Rory.”
“It wasn’t meant to happen. It got heated and never really went away. Like big stupid magnets,” she mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear to watch me.
“How long?”
“A month.”
“A month? Why didn’t you tell Skeet when it first started? He’s going to lose his fucking shit if this comes out now. You have to tell him. If he walks in on you guys or if Hunter tells him—”
“We’re telling him. We decided to wait until midterms were over. We want to both sit down with Skeet and tell him together.”
“Do the others know?”
“Ty caught us so he knows, but that's it.”
I blew out a breath, reaching into my bag for the bottle of whiskey I brought along.
“Tomorrow. You’re both going to tell him tomorrow so he can process it, the guys can throw hands, and get over it. Chances are high that Skeet might not be okay with this. He already hates sharing you with the rich pricks.”
“You really don't think he’d be onboard? He likes watching, doesn’t he? I figured—”
“I’ve seen him get his heart broken before.
The one time he got close enough to get burned, he found out he wasn’t enough.
He still carries that shit on his shoulders.
It’s why he gets so possessive with you at times,” I explained, not being able to go into detail, but needing her to know how serious this was.
“The girl he killed?” she asked, making me sigh.
“It’s complicated. He might never want to tell you about it, but it’s not something any of us can tell you about either. Just know that he was hurt, and he’s put a lot of trust in you to not do the same. I’m really glad he’s got you, but you have the power to destroy him, Donovan.”
“He can destroy me too, you know?” she admitted, reaching for the bottle to take a mouthful before giving it back.
“Tell him that,” I pushed, knowing he needed to hear it. “He acts like he doesn’t give a shit half the time, but knowing he means so much to you is important.”
“How can I convince him of that when I’ve been fucking his best friend for the past month?” she scoffed, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
“Be honest with him. Tell him everything about you and Slash, and if you love him, use your words.”
“How do you tell someone like Skeeter Maddox that you love him?” she huffed, conflict on her face.
“Most humans aren’t monsters, but most monsters are still human.
You just say it. He’s going to flip out about Slash, but he needs to hear that you still want him too.
Fight for him even when he doesn't think he wants you to. Prove to him that you’re not going anywhere,” I said firmly, downing some whiskey and glancing at Sasha’s grave.
I never had to think about issues like this. Sasha was the only girl I had feelings towards, and she made it very obvious I was it for her too.
“Sasha stole Hunter’s dirt bike once,” I said as I got lost in thought, changing the subject.
“She also put vaseline on all the door handles to the guys’ house once.
Pretty sure Marco told her to do it. Skeet hates pranks like that.
Marco knew he could piss off Skeet through her and he wouldn't hurt her.”
“What other pranks were there?” she asked with amusement, and I downed more whiskey before reeling off a bunch of stories, enjoying being able to laugh with Rory instead of just breaking down like I usually did.
Sasha would’ve loved it too.
Skeeter
Diesel’s truck pulled into Slash’s driveway, and I glanced out the window to see Rory trying to get him out of the passenger seat. He looked like he was passed out, so I forced myself to go out to her, knowing I couldn’t let her do it alone.
“I’ve got him,” I said gently, and she moved back so I could haul him over my shoulder.
He mumbled something that I couldn’t understand as I carried him inside, and Slash motioned to the couch that he’d already set up with a pillow, blanket, and a bucket.
“How was he?” Slash asked Rory as we all stepped inside, hearing her sigh as I put Diesel on the couch and tugged his shoes off.
“He was alright for most of the afternoon. He shared stories and laughed while we had cupcakes. Once he got the whiskey out, it went downhill. It was kind of heartbreaking, actually. Thankfully, he didn’t pass out until he was in the truck.”
“Thanks for getting him back safely.”
“I’m always happy to help D. He’s one of the good ones,” she replied, glancing around. “Where’s Ty?”
“Home. Him and Skeet had words earlier about your face. Figured it was a good idea for everyone to cool off,” Slash explained, her eyes sliding to me.
It was like a kick in the teeth seeing the fading bruises.
“You told him?” she asked me, and I winced.
“Wasn’t exactly on purpose. I said something that needed explaining, so he got it out of me. As you can imagine, he’s pissed.”
“Is he at his house, or mine?”
“His. He wanted to be left alone,” Slash answered for me since he was the one that had been with him. “Skeet’s got the night off, so head back to his and spend some time together.”
She seemed surprised but not against it like I thought she might have been.
“You’re giving him the night off?”
“Yeah. I’ve got D, so go. Order a pizza or something,” he suggested, and I relaxed a little when she smiled at me slyly.
“Okay, but we can’t eat too much or the physical activity later will make me cramp.”
“I’ll make sure you warm-up first,” I joked, making sure Diesel was tucked under the blanket properly before moving towards her.
“I missed you,” she said as she reached for me, and I pulled her against my chest firmly, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
“Missed you too, baby girl.”
Slash gave me a wink before shooing us out, and Rory texted Caden to let him know she was staying with me for the night as we made the short trip to my place.
I’d barely shut the door when she threw herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, my arms going around her as I carried her towards the living room.
I sat on the couch, keeping her on my lap as I took her face in both hands so I could inspect the damage, my thumb brushing the bruise around her eye.
“I’m the one that should be sorry. You took those hits better than half the guys I know.”
“You took it easy on me,” she pointed out.
“Barely. My guys know how hard I punch so I couldn’t go too easy. What did you tell Josie?”
“That I blew off some steam fighting. Bruises aren’t exactly rare on me,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and leaning into my touch. “We need to talk about something, Skeet.”
That didn’t sound good, and I just wanted a chilled evening with her alone without a fight or someone else getting involved.
“Is it going to piss me off?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in danger?”
“No.”
“Then it can wait until tomorrow. I’ve got you alone and haven’t touched you in weeks.”
My cock hardened under her ass as she grabbed my throat playfully, her lips brushing mine.
“And whose fault’s that?”
I crushed my lips to hers in a brutal kiss, her fingers tightening on my throat as she moaned. My fingers wrapped around her wrist to yank her hand off me, forcing her hands behind her back and holding them in one of mine.
Her hips rolled, desperate for some friction, and I bit her neck sharply to remind her that I was in charge.
“I know it goes against everything you’ve taught yourself, but be a good girl for me and sit still,” I chuckled, sliding my free hand into her pants to tease her pussy.
“I’m only good for good boys,” she joked, gasping as I pinched her clit and nipped her earlobe.
“You don’t even fucking like good boys. They don’t get your pussy wet like me. You like the back and forth with the risk of danger.”
I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them, the palm of my hand against her clit as she rocked on me.
I let her wrists go and her hands instantly went to my head to run her fingers through my hair as she kissed me, her pussy clenching around my fingers. It was an awkward angle for my hand, and I growled with frustration when I couldn’t go harder or deeper.
Without saying anything, I shoved her back onto the couch and started yanking her clothes off, a strangled cry leaving her as I dove my face between her legs to eat her out.
Her fingers were pulling on my hair firmly as she squirmed, her thighs tightening around my head as I started fucking her with my fingers and sucking on her clit.
I almost came in my fucking pants when she screamed my name and ground her pussy against my face more, not caring if I could breathe or not.
I’d intended on letting her ride me, but I crawled up her body and unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, tugging them down enough to pull my cock out to push inside her.
“Baby—” she choked out, the rest in gibberish as I started fucking her, that small word doing something to me. Only one person had called me that, and it shocked me for a moment to hear it.
“Skeet?” Rory asked, making me realize I was staring down at her and had stopped moving.
My attention caught on the yellowing bruise around her eye, and I bent down to kiss her there, starting to thrust again.
“You’re it for me. I hope you know that,” I whispered, returning my mouth to hers as I picked up the pace. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I loved her, needing to know if she felt the same, but I knew she’d freak out and bail.
I couldn’t handle that right now. Not when I’d spent two weeks without her already.
I fucked her on the couch before dragging her to my bedroom and tossing her spent body onto my bed for round two. I needed more, to claim her in ways no one else could.
Her eyes lit up when I pulled my knife from my pocket and discarded my clothes, and I straddled the backs of her thighs, giving her a warning look.
“Don’t move.”
A flicker of confusion crossed her pretty face when I didn’t reach out to slice her shoulder blades, and she inhaled sharply when I pressed the knife to her lower back and started to cut.
Her body was tense as she fought to stay still, her blood starting to drip down her sides and onto the bed below. She must have suddenly realized what I was doing because she seemed to pause before her eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck—”
“Stay. Still,” I bit out, pressing a hand to her back to keep her there as I finished the curve of the cut, the S staring back at me.
“Skeet!” she snapped, trying to roll over when I put the knife aside, but I didn’t move. “You don’t own me, asshole. You can’t just—”
“I do,” I growled, my fingers sliding along her side to feel the damp blood on my fingertips.
She bucked to try and throw me off, but I only lifted enough to get my cock between her thighs and pushed inside, holding the back of her neck as I pressed against her back.
“You’re mine. I tolerate the princes, but that’s it. ”
A whimper left her as I leaned back enough to lift her hips from the bed and bent her over, not caring that her blood was soaking into my blanket. My hands smeared it on her hips as I fucked her hard, my need to come in her building fast as I kept dropping my eyes to the letter on her back.
The moment her pussy clamped down around me, I forced myself deep and filled her, loving how her body shook from the intensity of it.
“You going to let me carve my name into your skin now?” she asked breathlessly, a hint of irritation in her tone.
“If you can find a blank piece of skin, then sure,” I replied, making her snort.
“I’ll skin you if I have to. Or tattoo my name across your fucking forehead.”
Despite not wanting to, I pulled out of her and dropped down beside her, pulling her against me.
She curled into my chest, draping a leg over my hip to get closer.
Our cum was getting everywhere, but I didn’t give a shit.
Especially when my softening cock pressed against her pussy and I realized I could just slide right back in when I was ready.
“Will you ever tell me about her?” she whispered, my eyes dropping to hers to find her already staring up at me.
“Who?”
“The girl you killed when she cheated on you. Slash said you didn’t love her, but you must have if—”
“Slash needs to shut his fucking mouth. That cunt meant nothing to me, and I don’t want to talk about her when I’m lying in bed naked with you,” I spat, her hand lifting to rake through my hair affectionately.
“I’m just trying to understand, not start a fight.”
“There’s nothing to understand, Aurora. The only person that’s important to me is you. End of story. Don’t bring her up again,” I answered, holding her tighter when she went to get up.
“I need to wash up,” she grumbled, but her body relaxed into me again, knowing I wasn’t letting her leave my bed.
“No point. I’m going to wake you up throughout the night and dirty you up again anyway,” I yawned, tucking her head under my chin. “Get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
“We do? What are we doing?”
“We’re going to the Shed. Time for the guys to see my girl isn’t a little bitch now that they’ve had some time to cool down. Depending on how Diesel is, you might have to man the bar.”
“I can do that,” she answered enthusiastically, pressing a kiss to my chest and soothing whatever anger had built a moment ago.
I really wished she’d stop digging into my past. It was behind me for a reason.