Chapter 13 Skull
SKULL
Three Nights Ago
Bones sits down next to me at the bar, tapping his knuckles.
Brandy turns around and smiles, bending over to flash her cleavage. “Beer?”
“Whiskey,” my brother orders, turning to me. “We going to talk about it?”
“About what?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
I wish I could say it was my first, but it’s my third.
I’ve been in a mood ever since I dropped Isla back home and didn’t try to follow her back inside to spend the night.
She would have said yes. I know she would have, but once I cross that line, I think I know there is no going back.
I don’t want to hurt her, and if I fucked her and left, I would have.
“The elephant in the room. I know you want the little nurse, Skull. What is your issue? You don’t want me touching her?
” he asks, getting straight to the point.
I like that about my brother. We say what we need to, but it’s just this time I’ve had a hard time trying to put how I feel into words because I don’t know what I want to happen.
“Do you want to touch her?” I ask him, wondering where his head is at. We usually have a similar taste in women, that or we haven’t been too fucking fussy with whoever the other chooses.
“She’s beautiful,” he replies, raking a hand through his hair. “But she’s different for you, Skull. If you don’t want me fucking touching her, you need to be honest about that. I’ve already tasted her mouth, and I’d be happy to have more.”
“Why is she so different?” I mutter to myself.
Bones swallows his drink and places the glass on the bar. “I wish I knew. I wish we could just both fuck her and move on like we usually do. We have Natalia to think about.”
“You don’t think I know that?” I reply, scrubbing a hand down my face. “I haven’t even messaged her since I dropped her off the other night. My mind is fucked, and I don’t know what I want.”
“You’re falling for her.”
I ignore that, and we change the subject. Fresh glasses in hand, we move to the pool table to set up a game.
Brandy slides in between us. “Please tell me you both want to fuck me tonight. It’s been so long since I had you together. I miss it.”
Bones makes a sound deep in his throat and looks over at me. “I’d fucking love to, sweetheart, but it’s up to my brother here. And something tells me he isn’t going to say yes.”
Fuck.
Why do I feel like I’m putting distance between us, like we’re going to lose our bond?
How fucked up is that?
Brandy jumps up on the pool table, spreading her thighs. Her skirt hikes up with the movement so we can see her bare pussy through her white lace panties.
I haven’t fucked anyone since I first met Isla.
She’s not even mine, and I’m being loyal to her.
Does she even want me?
“Fuck, Brandy,” Bones growls, trailing his hand up her thigh, and I can hear in his tone just how turned on he is. “Why don’t you touch yourself while we finish our drinks? Put on a show that even Skull won’t be able to refuse.”
Ahh, fuck.
Brandy starts to rub herself, her head thrown back. No one else is around right now, but that doesn’t mean that won’t change at any second.
She’d enjoy showing off for the other men. She always does.
It’s been the longest time I’ve been without sex since even before I joined the club, yet I’m not even hard.
I’m not even tempted to join him and fuck her.
What has Isla done to me?
Gripping her hips, Bones flips her over and lays her on her stomach over the pool table’s green felt, and slides down her panties. I grab a condom from my wallet and hand it to him, watching him as he unfastens his jeans and slides it on.
When he starts fucking her, I move away.
He glances over at me, his brow furrowing, but then turns back to fucking Brandy.
I watch for a second, but I pay attention to the way she’s damaging the pool table with her nails more than anything else.
There’s only one woman I want.
And it’s about fucking time I claimed her.
* * *
Present
I stare Scorp down in the ring, bouncing on my feet.
The second the asshole stepped into the clubhouse, he knew what was going to happen.
After being in a shitty mood all week, Scorp had found me at the bar with a glass of whiskey and asked me what the fuck was going on with me.
When I told him about Isla and how she was fucking with my head, he told me I need to get my shit together because a woman like that isn’t going to wait around.
Then, when I show up to ask her out, I find her with his fucking mouth on her. I know he did it to push me, but he took it too fucking far. He didn’t need to kiss her, and now that’s all I’m going to see every time I look at his face.
Like right now.
I want to beat the shit out of him.
“You needed to see what it would be like if you didn’t make your move, brother,” he says, stretching his neck from side to side.
We start to circle each other, and I let loose, jabbing him in the face. I get him with a right hook and then knee him in the stomach.
“Lucky you have lots of brain cells to spare, hey, Doctor?”
He gets in a few licks, and we keep going back and forth until our prez, Rome, calls it off.
“You feel better?” Rome asks me afterward, smirking. “All that over a fucking kiss for a woman you haven’t claimed?”
Clenching my jaw, I watch as Danger checks over Scorp, making sure I didn’t do too much damage.
“He might need the nurse to come and check out this cut you gave him.” Danger smirks, and I start going for him, but Rome steps in front of me, blocking my way.
“What the fuck is going on with you, Skull? You’re fighting in the ring, and your twin isn’t even here to watch? You’ve been a bastard all week, and this is all over the little nurse?” he growls, pushing me backward.
“Bones is with Natalia,” I reply, not acknowledging any of the other shit he said. “Otherwise, he’d be here.”
He studies me for a few seconds and then sighs, his shoulders losing their tension.
“You want the nurse, have her. You and Bones are two different people, Skull. You can still be brothers and fuck different women. Or share her. I don’t give a fuck.
Just sort out whatever is going on. When’s the last time you got laid? ”
My lips tighten, and he starts laughing. “All this bullshit because you’re fucking horny? Go fuck one of the club girls. Jesus Christ, Skull.”
“Couldn’t even fucking get hard,” I mutter, exhaling.
“Fucking hell. You are all dropping like flies,” he grumbles, clapping me on my shoulder. “I need my enforcers to keep their shit together, Skull.”
“I’m fine.”
Another lie.
But fake it until you make it, right?