Chapter 3 #2
Tilly was allowed to stay with me while I got checked out, and once they’d applied a burn dressing, I was sent to my room.
My hair was tangled from it starting to dry without brushing it, and I forced myself to keep my head high and face free of emotion as people looked at me. Probably didn’t look too tough with the towel wrapped around me, but I refused to let them see the pain I felt.
The girls were all hanging out watching TV when I returned, and I brushed Tilly off as I went into my room to change out of my wet pants.
“Hey,” Lexi said as she leaned against my door frame.
“Came to check me out?” I asked dryly, making her chuckle as I peeled the towel off, leaving me in wet pants and my bra.
“Absolutely. Damn, Donovan. You’ve been hiding that body from me?”
“Flattery gets you nowhere with me,” I scoffed, turning to glare at her. “Can you get out and shut the door?”
“I could,” she hummed as I gave her my back again to grab fresh clothes, hearing the door shut like I’d asked. Glancing over my shoulder, I found her leaning back against the closed door, her arms crossed as she watched me.
“Skeet carved you up?” she asked flatly, her jaw tight.
“Bryant, get out,” I huffed, kicking my pants off and making them splat in a pile on the floor.
“How bad’s the burn?”
“They didn’t rush me to the hospital, so not too bad.”
It was obvious she wasn’t leaving, so I bit my tongue and kicked my wet panties and bra off since I had to be naked in front of everyone in the showers anyway. That would take some getting used to.
I grabbed the towel to pat my skin dry, very aware of her staring at me.
“You could at least take me on a date first,” I deadpanned, pulling some dry panties and a bra on before turning to face her, grabbing my hair brush to get the knots out.
“That’s just wasting time when we could be coming on each other’s faces instead,” she joked, some of the tension leaving her. “Why did he cut you?”
“It’s Skeet,” I shrugged. “He’s a possessive asshole.”
“You’re dating those Ashburn Academy guys too though, right?”
“Yeah. They weren’t too happy about it.”
“And you?”
I smiled, putting the hair brush down as I got the last knot out. “I like it when the knife comes out.”
I grabbed the pants and pulled them up my legs, yanking the shirt on next.
“You need to find some girls in here. Safety in numbers,” she sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly popular.”
“I know.”
“How come you climbed the ranks fast just by being Archer’s girl, but I’m hated for being Skeet’s?” I asked, and she raised an eyebrow.
“You might be Skeet’s girl, but you were on TV being dragged out of the leader of the Devils’ house. If you can’t be loyal to the Psychos, no one in here will trust you to be loyal either.”
“I’ve never touched Hunter, but you have,” I spat, and she rolled her eyes.
“You can say it until you’re blue in the face. No one believes you, and as far as everyone’s concerned, he’s just my friend.”
“Skeet believes me.”
“Does he?” she snorted, tilting her head. “Why hasn’t he gotten his girls to buddy up with you then?”
“He’s busy running the crew and probably trying to find a way to get me out of here.”
“He was here yesterday visiting Trixie. If he wanted to protect you in here, he’d have organized it then,” she said off-handedly, heading to the door and opening it. “Skeet’s a piece of shit, Donovan. You’re better off with Hunter, trust me.”
She left me alone, and I grumbled to myself about her being full of shit. If Skeeter had been here, he’d have helped me.
There was no way he believed I’d stabbed him in the back.
Lukas
“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I asked as Jensen brought the pizza into the living room.
We’d been here since Rory was hauled off to Fairview Prison on Wednesday morning, and I honestly didn’t ever want to leave.
Tyler had glued himself to Hunter and Marco, Caden hadn’t stopped by at all, too busy with Skeeter, and I felt like everything around us was crumbling.
“I’ve been punched by her before. She’s fine,” he said firmly, but his voice wavered like he didn’t believe it.
“We have to talk Skeet into helping her. He’s angry, but surely he doesn’t want her dead, right? She needs someone in there on her side.”
“I know. I texted Holloway yesterday and he hasn’t replied to me, so I have no idea what’s going on,” he said tightly, sitting beside me and sliding an arm around my shoulders.
“We can visit her on Thursday, okay? Hunter’s seeing her on Wednesday, so hopefully he can help her. Eat, you skipped lunch.”
I didn’t feel hungry, but I reached over to pick up a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table, wishing I could call or text Rory to check in. Not knowing was making me sick to my stomach.
I wanted to ask her about Hunter too. I wasn’t sure what to do if she was sleeping with him, but I was trying hard not to think about it until I knew the truth.
We picked at the pizza and gamed for a few hours before I went and took a shower, not surprised when I was only alone for a few minutes. I was scrubbing shampoo into my hair when Jensen wandered in, stripping off to join me.
“Whenever I’m sad, seeing you naked really helps,” he grinned, and I rolled my eyes.
“If you want me to blow you, just ask. No need to coerce me into it with compliments.” I tilted my head back to rinse the shampoo, giving him a dirty look when I felt his fingers wrap around my cock. “I’m really not in the mood though, so rain check.”
“Can I put you in the mood?” he murmured, making me huff out an amused breath as he stepped against me, slowly stroking me as he nibbled my ear.
“Anyone would think you’ve gone months without blowing your load.”
“It fucking feels like it. C’mon, you’ll feel better. We can’t do anything for her until Thursday, and she’d punch you for moping,” he chuckled, and he wasn’t exactly wrong. She was incarcerated, not dead.
“I still feel bad. Like we’re not missing her or something,” I answered, his fingers sliding along my throat before tilting my chin up to look at him.
“We can’t pause life while she’s in there. We have to get back to school, and us being together doesn’t mean we’re not missing her. I need this, and I think you do too.”
“What if she gets sentenced and is proven guilty, Jense?” I croaked.
“Then we handle our shit until she gets back out. She’s got Dad’s firm on it, so if there’s a chance of her getting out of this, she’s in the best capable hands with Kirk.”
I nodded, leaning back against the tiles as he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me lazily. My cock was hard in his hand, my muscles relaxing the more he touched me. I hadn’t exactly pushed him away the past few days, but now he was touching me, it felt like I’d gone a lifetime without it.
I groaned as he pressed his cock to mine and used his hands to jerk us together, and I slid a hand behind his neck to kiss him deeper, my legs shaking slightly as I got closer and closer to release.
“Come on my cock, baby. I’m right behind you,” he whispered, and I was a goner.
I came with a gasp, holding him against me more and probably making it really hard to keep moving his hands, but I didn’t care. I just needed him closer.
He grunted, his movements slowing as I felt the slickness grow between us. His forehead rested on mine as we caught our breaths, his blue eyes staring into my damn soul.
“I can’t wait to pump you with cum one day.”
I blinked at him for a second, trying to figure out if I’d heard him correctly, and then I let out a huff of laughter. “Who said you’ll be bending me over?”
“Me. We can take turns,” he smirked, giving me a kiss before releasing me and stepping back so we could rinse off properly.
It didn’t sound like a bad idea, but one glance at his cock made me cringe.
“I really don’t know how that’s supposed to fit in there.”
He laughed, taking a sneaky grab of my ass. “I’ll be gentle. We can do a lot more finger play too until you’re ready. Like I said, I’m happy for you to fuck me first.”
“You’re braver than me.”
“I’m just really horny,” he said dryly, turning the water off so we could step out.
I’d just wrapped a towel around my waist when Tyler shoved the door open loudly.
“Room service!”
“Fuck off, dude,” Jensen grumbled, taking his time to cover himself. “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to hang out with my bros!”
I glared at him, irritation washing through me as Marco appeared in the doorway with a shit-eating grin.
“What’s going on in here? Rich boy orgy?” he asked, flicking his gaze over me. “You want to be the bottom, or should I?”
“I’m going to kill him,” I muttered, pushing past them to head to the bedroom, jerking forward as Marco slapped my ass on the way past him.
“Good idea, you go get ready,” he said, but I knew the asshole was only doing it to make me uncomfortable. He was as bad as Skeeter.
I heard Jensen scolding them as I shut myself in the bedroom to find some sweats, Jensen joining me a moment later.
“What the fuck did he bring him here for?” I growled, angrily tossing the towel aside.
“You know how Ty attaches himself to people. Hunter’s here too,” he sighed, running his towel over himself before finding some sweats too.
“He doesn’t usually let people in, it’s just us that have the unfortunate task of being stuck to him like glue.”
“He did it with Rory and Slash. Now he’s doing it with Marco. Him and Marco have similar impulse issues and I honestly think they’re just feeding each other’s bullshit,” he mumbled, dropping his towel on my head to ruffle my hair dry. “Apparently, they want to talk.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. Hurry up so we can find out. I don’t really want them wandering my house unsupervised.”
I didn’t like the idea of them roaming the place either, so I tossed his towel back for him to dry his hair before heading down to the living room to find the three of them sprawled out on the couches.
“Make yourselves at home,” Jensen muttered, and Hunter gave him a lazy smile.
“Already did, but thank you.”