Chapter 10 #2
“He wants to fuck you so bad. It’s almost amusing watching him try,” he joked, a chuckle leaving me.
“I think I have enough guys in my life to fuck. Speaking of, how about we fuck all over your house when we get back?”
“I love you,” he groaned, leaning closer to kiss my neck.
My ear still burned from Marco’s teeth, but I forgot all about it as Tyler slipped a hand up my dress to get me off.
We were just about to pass the turn off to the Shed when I spotted Skeeter’s McLaren parked on the side of the road, and I considered speeding past him when I noticed him leaning against the side of it with his arms crossed.
“Fucking Marco,” I grunted, slowing and stopping behind the parked car and putting my headlights on low beam as Tyler removed his hand from my panties.
I’d been so close to coming too.
“Where have you been?” Skeeter asked flatly as I opened the door to get out, glaring at him.
“A party, but the place was riddled with vermin, so we left.”
“You mean the vermin sent you packing?” he asked sarcastically, pushing off the car to walk towards me.
“Did the vermin mention he tried giving us pills and only sent us packing when he didn’t get his way?” I scoffed, his eyes roaming my outfit and making his jaw clench.
“You shouldn’t be at parties like that right now. What are you wearing?”
“A dress. Want to fuck me in it? Ty was just about to get me off when—”
He slammed me against the car, his face in mine and his hand around my throat.
“Don’t fuck with me, Aurora. Not today.”
I laughed, the sound a little manic.
“You don’t want me to fuck with you? Why? Have a hard day of being allowed to attend a fucking funeral?”
“You haven’t even gone to see him!”
“How the fuck would you know?”
“Because I sat there all damn day in case you needed me,” he growled, his hand tightening.
“Want a fucking medal? Good for you, you did something decent for once in your life.”
He snarled like an animal, his free hand pulling his cock free before he pushed my dress up over my hips. I swung at his head but he didn’t react, pushing my panties aside, lifting my leg, and slamming his cock deep into my pussy.
I screamed, smacking him again as he fucked me hard against the car. It hurt, but it was obvious this wasn’t for me. He was breathing hard, using me as he wanted, and then I saw a single tear fall and I stopped fighting him.
It took me by surprise, Skeeter usually had his shit together, but guilt hit me at knowing he’d probably needed me today and he’d really wanted me at the funeral for his sake too.
I took his face in my hands and kissed him, his thrusts slowing and becoming more controlled as he kissed me back desperately.
His hand left my throat as he lifted me properly, keeping me against the car as he poured all of his emotion into me until he had nothing left, and when he finally stilled, he placed me on my feet and wrapped his arms tightly around me without a word.
“You want to come with us?” Tyler asked, making me realize he’d stepped out of the car to smoke, watching us carefully. “We’re staying at mine. You can even boss me around in the bedroom.”
Skeeter snorted, pulling back from me to look at him. His mask was back in place, and part of me wondered if I’d imagined the single tear or not.
“Kind of you, Johnson. You sure you want me tagging along? Wasn’t that more your thing with Slash?”
“He’d totally want us to keep up our weekly spit-roasting tradition.”
“I can’t believe you let him sneak around with our girl.”
“Hey, he was one of my best friends and I could let him fuck my girl if I wanted,” Tyler threw back lightly, his voice cracking a little.
“I know, man. C’mon, let’s get off the road before trouble finds us,” Skeeter replied, taking my chin gently. “I’ll follow you guys.”
I nodded, letting him open the car door so I could climb behind the wheel, then he wandered back to the McLaren and shut himself inside. His cum leaked out of me and soaked my panties, and I decided we really needed to leave something in all the cars to clean up after spontaneous sex.
“Was he crying?” Tyler mumbled as I started to drive, and I shook my head.
“No.”
He knew I was lying, but he let it go, remaining silent for the rest of the short drive to his house.
Marco
Faris went home, leaving me to return to the warehouse alone.
I unlocked the door and let myself in, knowing Hunter was still here since his bike was outside.
It was dead quiet, so I headed up the loft stairs and let myself into the office, scoffing when I found Hunter at his desk with his dick in hand, moans coming from the computer.
“Whatcha watching, boss?”
Hunter released himself and tried shutting down the computer, but I moved over to the desk and stood behind him, glancing at the screen and pausing.
It was footage of Tyler’s bedroom, Skeeter and Tyler both railing Rory as she laid across Skeeter’s chest.
They were all completely naked, my eyes skimming over both Rory and Skeeter. It had been a few years since my eyes had been graced with Skeeter’s magnificent figure, and he’d definitely thrown his heartbreak into working out.
He’d been seventeen and had always been built like an athlete, thanks to being worked like a dog by Savage.
I hated that man, he’d ruined everything.
“You’re back early,” Hunter grunted, and I swatted his hand away from the mouse when he reached for it so the footage remained on the screen.
“Apparently. They worked fast, I was only just with Aurora,” I mused.
“What? They got here hours ago. Although, I did stop spying on them to catch up on work,” he grumbled.
“Oh, yeah. Ty and your little pet showed up at the Rawson party. Did you see the dress she was in before she took it off? You would’ve come in your pants.” I dropped my eyes to his still hard cock, smirking. “Again.”
“What were they doing there? Why didn’t you call me?”
“They were just dancing and hiding from the others, I think. Pretty sure they were high too, their pupils were huge. I dragged them out and sent them home. Well, I dragged her out and he fought me outside, but it’s the same thing. He hits like a bitch.”
He actually had a solid hit on him, and if he’d been sober he probably would’ve been more coordinated.
“Where was Skeet?” he asked as he stared at Rory.
“On his way to the Shed from the graveyard. I called him and told him I was sending them his way.”
“He’s going to kill you.”
“He won’t, he loves me too much. Guess we’ll test it when Rory asks him about us. He doesn’t seem to want people knowing about our past, so I filled in the blanks for her,” I shrugged, earning a glare from him.
“I fucking told you to keep that to yourself. Don’t out people.”
“Rory doesn’t give a shit if he took dick in his ass four years ago. She’s all over that shit with Lukas and Jensen. She lost her mind at me, actually.”
“Well deserved. You know you gutted him with your bullshit over that girl,” he said disapprovingly.
“I had to, and you know it. Besides, it wasn’t that much longer after that you tried to kill him. We would have had our falling out regardless,” I shrugged.
He switched the screen off just as it was getting good, and I found him giving me a dirty look as he put his cock away.
“Which turned out to be for nothing. Don’t you feel like an asshole? He was our best friend, Mark. Hell, you two were together.”
“Were not.”
“Yes, you fucking were.”
“He was so fucking obsessed with me that it was going to get him killed,” I hissed. “I wasn’t having that on my conscience.”
“Don’t tell his secrets,” he said sharply before changing the subject. “How did Faris do tonight?”
“Stayed with me the whole time and was mostly polite to Aurora. What happened with the others?” I asked, sitting at my desk to light a cigarette.
“Beat them up a little and sent them to Wet Dreams.”
“Damn, I should have stayed here,” I joked, putting my feet up on the desk.
“If you’d stayed, you’d be stuck with paperwork like me.”
“You suck. I deserve hot strippers and the occasional whore.”
“You don’t even like Hendricks’ girls.”
“What’s not to like? They’ve got tits and a wet pussy,” I snickered, but he was right. I preferred girls I didn’t have to pay to get into bed. Or guys, for that matter.
“You want to head home, or should I leave you and your hand to it?” I deadpanned, and he flipped me off.
“Bite me. It’s been too long and I’m getting desperate.”
“I know she pretends to fight it, but I bet if you bent Rory over—”
“I’m not touching her until she makes it very obvious that it’s what she wants. If I hear of you pushing her, best friend or not, I’ll knock you the fuck out,” he said coldly, not being able to help himself as he switched the computer back on to check in on Rory.
“Fuck, I just know she’d be the best fuck of my life,” I groaned, eyeing the screen and palming my cock through my pants. Skeeter had her bent over, her back arched in a way that should have been illegal, and I could hear his hips slamming against her ass. “Look at the recoil on that thing.”
“You didn’t even want me fucking her all that long ago, but now you want to stick your dick in her too?” he asked dryly.
“She’s hot and I’m horny. Besides, she keeps hitting me and it’s getting me all worked up.”
“There’s something wrong with you.”
“I could have told you that,” I grinned, flicking ash from my cigarette as my attention switched to Skeeter again. He was definitely taking his mood out on her, my stomach flipping a little at the memory of him doing the same to me.
I’d lied a little to Rory, Skeeter was nobody's bitch, not even when I’d topped him. He was mostly the dominant one out of the two of us, but he wasn’t opposed to me taking charge either.
Our dynamic had never had rules, just feelings.
Keeping it a secret had sucked the soul right out of us though, and I wished things had been different. Maybe, just maybe, we’d still be together now.
“You okay?” Hunter asked with a frown, making me realize I’d zoned out.
Hunter was one of the few people who knew about our relationship, so he was well aware of the carnage left behind from me walking away from Skeeter.
“I’m good. I might head home. See you tomorrow,” I said as I stood, and he stood too.
“C’mon, we’ll ride together. It’s getting late.”
“You can jerk off to that at home anyway,” I joked, grinning as he shoved me gently.
The air was chilly but thankfully there was no snow being reported. I’d ride in the snow if it was light, but some years the snow got too thick to bother.
I missed my truck, that thing got through almost anything, but it had so many problems and the car came up at the perfect time.
It had been a sad day when I’d traded it in.
We made sure everything was locked up and turned off in the warehouse before getting on our bikes, and I checked my phone once my helmet was on, pausing when I found a text from Skeeter. He must have sent it when I was driving to the warehouse.
Skeeter: Hey, thanks again. Found her.
Marco: No problem. Gotta keep a better eye on that one. You know I’m a sucker for the damaged ones with daddy issues.
He didn’t reply, not that I thought he’d stop fucking his girl to check his phone, so I put my phone on the stand and slid my gloves on, putting the kickstand up to start the bike.
Hunter motioned for me to lead, so I eased out of the yard and headed towards home.
I pushed the bike a little, the cold air soaking into my jacket the faster I went. Hunter kept pace, popping a wheelie alongside me and making me chuckle.
I could get my wheel up higher than him, but he still did okay.
Not wanting him to show me up, I popped my tire up too, both of us speeding along on our back tires for the straight stretch of road until we reached the corner, then we dropped back down and cruised the rest of the way to his house.
I didn’t stick around, parking my bike in his garage and taking my car home, looking forward to a hot shower and my bed.
Hunter would see on the tracker system that I made it home, so I made a quick sandwich and shoveled it down, stripping off on the way to the bathroom so I could shower.
The hot water always felt so good on my aching body, so I stood under the spray until it went cold, wishing for the millionth time that I had a bath. A good soak in that would have been better.
My phone buzzed and I glanced over at it, finding Skeeter had texted me again.
Skeeter: You’re the damaged one with daddy issues here.
I grinned, grabbing it to reply.
Marco: Oh, really? The only issue in my life is you. Does that make you my daddy?
Skeeter: I’m your nothing, asshole.
Marco: I don’t know, this is kind of feeling like foreplay. Didn’t her pussy do the job?
He stopped replying, so I put the phone down to finish getting dry, rubbing the towel over my hair as I walked naked to my bedroom with my phone in hand.
I contemplated texting Skeeter again to piss him off, but he suddenly replied.
Skeeter: You’d know if it was foreplay. I’d have cut you by now.
Marco: You should call me and keep talking like that. I need something to listen to while I get myself off.
Skeeter: Don’t text me again, asshole.
Marco: Hey, you’re the one that texted me. Night, baby.
I could imagine him throwing his phone, a dark smirk tugging at my lips. Stirring him up was always my favorite game. It used to end in rough sex, and part of me wished he’d snap again and fuck me.
I couldn’t blame Rory for running back to him even when he was an asshole. I was no better.
As much as I gave Skeeter so much shit about being obsessed with me, I was still stupidly in love with him too.
Could we try to fix it? Probably, but so much had gone down since back then, and I was pretty sure I’d broken him too badly to ever have that kind of trust from him again.
Skeeter: Night, Mark.
Maybe there was still some hope after all?