“Did you think about me when you were lonely at night, pretty boy?”
“You know it, hot shot. Did you think about me under the sheets when you had your hand in your panties?” He asked, a hint of interest in his rough voice.
I quirked an eyebrow with amusement, my voice seductive but taunting.
“Why would I have thought about you when I had Lexi’s head between my legs?”
He groaned as if he was in physical pain.
“You always give me the worst case of fucking blue balls, babe.”
“Then stop chasing the torment,” I grinned, but he just groaned again like I’d punched him in the dick.
“I’m hoping one day you’ll say yes to me.”
I levelled my gaze on him and smirked, amusement lacing my voice.
“I did, and it ended with me in a jail cell.”
“That wasn’t because of me!” He exclaimed, a look of pure desperation in his dark brown eyes.
“Sorry,” I shrugged, giving in and giving him a playful smile.
I’d missed this.
He paused before suddenly tossing me over his shoulder and swatting my ass sharply with the palm of his hand.
“C’mon, we need to give you an attitude adjustment.”
“Hunter!” I squealed through my laughter as he carted me out to the back office, placing my ass on my desk and moving to stand between my legs.
He peered into my eyes, all playfulness vanishing in an instant.
“What happened to you in there? I can see it in your eyes that you’re hiding something that’s hurt you.”
I tensed, making him raise an eyebrow as he gently tucked my hair behind my ear with a sigh. “Talk to me, Rory.”
“Nothing happened,” I argued bluntly, but he rested his hands on my waist, his fingertips moving up under my shirt as he went to speak.
He suddenly hesitated, my eyes going wide as he yanked the side of my shirt up when I knew he’d felt the marks on my skin.
I growled as I tried to straighten my shirt, but he held it out of the way and ran his fingers over the scarring before meeting my gaze again.
“Donovan, did you get shived?”
I didn’t want them to know about it.
I knew they’d find out, but not yet.
“I got into a few fights but…”
I tried to keep my shit together, but he cut me off.
“Did someone fucking shiv you in lock up? Answer me.”
I hardened my gaze on his and scowled at the tone he was using.
“It’s possible I had a few problems in the first couple of weeks. Most people backed off because they learned I could hold my own, but the moment I mentioned something about Skeeter, Lexi jumped in and brought me into her group. She was on my side after that, and once people realized who I was, they all backed off. Everyone knows I killed Tristan Holloway and my father, so when they started to piece together who I actually was, they started kissing my feet. Lexi’s top dog in there, so no one fucked with me after that. Well, one bitch called Tina tried, but I busted her nose in the yard.”
His touch was gentle, so when he lifted my shirt over my head, I didn’t argue with him.
The touch was nice after being away from it for so long, and I absently leaned into it, craving the contact.
His fingers trailed over my skin, finding the marks that going to prison for two months had caused me, making him sigh.
“Jesus, babe. Anything else happen?”
“Nah. Lex and I ran the joint, so it was pretty smooth after that.”
I didn’t bother looking up when the door opened, but Hunter did and instantly winced, his voice sounding more like a question than an explanation.
“Uh, it’s not what it looks like?”
Skeeter scowled as he stalked towards us, but his attitude changed when he noticed the marks down my sides, his body coming to a halt.
“What the fuck?”
I snatched my shirt from Hunter who turned to speak to him, saving me from explaining the obvious.
“She was shived in there a few times until Lex took her in.”
“I can fucking see that. Why the fuck didn’t we know about it though?” He growled, clamping his hands onto my waist to inspect me himself.
I let him have his way, but I watched him as I spoke almost harshly.
“Guess you get your wish, Skeet. Damaged goods and all that.”
His eyes darted to mine and his expression softened, sadness seeping into his voice.
“You aren’t damaged goods, baby girl.”
“Yeah right,” I muttered as I shoved my shirt back on, climbing off the desk and leaving the room to find my whisky.
I couldn’t deal with any of that shit right now.
Skeeter
It shouldn’t have, but my dick jerked to fucking life when I’d walked into the back office and found Hunter’s hands on Rory’s shirtless skin.
I wasn’t even angry when I’d stalked up to them, I was fucking horny and had every intention on bending her over the goddamn desk.
Seeing the scarring down her soft sides stopped me though.
Not because she’d been hurt, but because someone else had marked what was mine.
I was too sick and twisted for her, but I was too fucking selfish to let her go.
I let her leave the room, but Hunter watched her with worry all over his usual care-free face.
I knew he’d wanted to fuck her when he first met her, because we had always had the same taste in pussy, but he’d obviously become attached to her.
He’d moped more than I fucking had when she was locked up, and I nearly had to fight him so he’d stay at the shed when I went to pick her up.
He liked her more than I was comfortable with, but it was weird because he hadn’t actually stuck his dick in her.
Hunter didn’t have female friends that he didn’t fuck, or at least hadn’t dipped his dick in once.
If I didn’t trust Rory so much, I’d assume they had slept together at some point.
Hunter turned to me with a sigh.
“Something’s not right with her. She seems distant, and when she smiles, it’s fake.”
I snorted, giving him a look as if he was stupid.
Fucker was stupid if he thought she’d come out of her first prison stint with a big grin on her face.
Prison was scary as fuck, especially for newbies.
“She’s been locked up for the last two months, getting shived and playing scissor sisters with your little cunt of a friend. Wait until I get my fucking hands on Lexi, because I’m going to fucking…”
“You won’t do shit, Skeet. Lex took her in when she didn’t even know her. She only took her in because of you, so calm down. Let’s go find Rory and make sure she doesn’t take off on us,” he snapped, and I flipped him the bird.
He was wrong if he thought he could stop me from strangling that whore.
He also needed to realize that Rory wasn’t his goddamn problem, she was mine, and I knew she wouldn’t just leave.
I’d hunt her down and remind her that I was in charge, and she fucking knew it.
Hunter gave me a knowing look before leaving the room, and I knew he’d glue himself to her for the rest of the damn night.
Cock blocking bastard.