“It’s not like they’re hiding it. They won’t leave each other alone, and it’s common knowledge to the crew that Rory’s been sleeping between him and Skeet lately. If Hunter fucks up or his crew turn on us, the Psychos will demand she shoots, or she’ll be killed. She can’t act soft towards him if he gets the traitor stamp again.”
Skeeter stalked back in, glaring at me with irritation as if the drama was my fault.
“Did she ever tell you she had an aunt that’s alive? I’ve never fucking heard of her.”
“C’mon, she’s mentioned she had an aunt who used to send her birthday money until they realized Max was stealing it. Apart from that? No, I had no idea. Why?” I frowned, watching with confusion as he seemed to calm down.
Diesel smirked, taunting in his voice.
“Skeet, are you jealous that she mightn’t have confided in you about something?”
“Bite me, asshole!” Skeeter snapped before storming into the other room, nearly knocking one of the Psychos over in the process.
Tyler rolled his eyes, but I gave Diesel a small shove.
“Really? You want to start stirring him up over that kind of shit?”
“Like you didn’t want to have a dig about it. She’s turned him into a pussy, and I fucking love it,” Diesel laughed, wandering off to find a fresh beer.
I had to admit, he was kind of right.
I loved seeing Skeeter weaken at the knees over her.
Hunter led Rory downstairs, and I instantly pulled her to my chest, kissing her neck where I knew she liked it.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded, giving me the most beautiful smile to prove it.
“I’m always okay. C’mon, let’s find more whisky and have a dance. I wanna grind on you, rich boy.”
I’d never say no to that.
Rory
“Your aunt’s sticking around. She’s at the diner having coffee,” Tyler grumbled from where he stood beside the bed, after rudely waking me up.
I frowned as I stretched, Hunter groaning in protest as my naked body left his and I climbed over Skeeter who was still asleep.
“Why the fuck would she bother?” I asked out loud.
“I don’t know, because she’s your aunt?” Tyler snorted, earning a dirty look from me as I pulled Skeeter’s shirt over my head and followed Tyler down to the kitchen.
Caden gave me a warm smile when we entered, handing me a coffee straight away.
“Morning, baby.”
“How did you guys get in? And why the fuck are you here so early?” I growled, downing the coffee and causing my mood to simmer slightly.
Only a little, though.
“Well, it’s nearly ten, so it’s not really early. We used the front door that was wide fucking open,” he stated dryly, making me sigh.
“Sorry, Hunter was meant to check but…”
“But ended up under you?” Tyler supplied curtly, making me scowl.
Not this shit again.
“No, Hunter and I only fucked that one time. Skeet and I had a roll in the sheets, and Hunter was meant to lock up before coming to bed.”
“So, he waited for you two to finish before coming to bed?” He asked dryly, already knowing what had actually happened by the way he was glaring at me.
“Nah, he just jumped in bed when he felt like it,” I replied, making them both snort.
Skeeter and Hunter finally wandered in, and Skeeter rolled his eyes as Hunter plonked down on a chair at the bench, pulling me with him so I was curled up on his lap.
Tyler motioned towards us and scowled at Skeeter with disgust.
“Is this a thing now? I come to visit, and he’s glued to her?”
Before I could throw a rude remark at him, Skeeter moved around the bench and leaned against it beside Hunter’s chair, placing a coffee down for him with a sigh.
“Drop it, Ty.”
“Drop it? Why the fuck would I drop it?” He bit out with frustration, glaring at him hard.
“Because, you seem to forget that you’re no longer in a fucking relationship with her,” Skeeter snapped back, and everyone gave him a look of surprise at his outburst.
He angrily downed his coffee then leaned down to kiss my cheek and pat Hunter on the shoulder, then stormed out without another word, his McLaren’s tires screeching as he left.
I groaned when my phone rang, but I frowned when Jensen’s name came over the screen.
“Jense?”
“Are you home, baby? I need you,” he asked with a sigh, instantly making me cringe, knowing it as about Lukas.
“What’s wrong? Where is he?”
“He took off home. I’m banned from his house, so can you…”
I cut him off with a groan.
“His mother fucking hates me, remember?”
“But you’re a girl, so you’re able to still get in. I’m like Satan to her and I’m not even allowed to park my car out front to see him. Please?” He begged.
I just had to ask, wanting to know what I was walking in to.
“What happened this time then?”
He snorted, but I heard the hurt in his voice that he failed to hide from me.
“Same old shit. He freaked and ran.”
“Yeah, I figured that much, but what actually caused him to take off? Did you try to jam your dick in his ass, or what?”
Caden and Tyler frowned, but Hunter’s body vibrated from under me as he chuckled quietly.
Asshole.
“No! I mean, we talked about him maybe fucking me, but I settled for the small stuff that we’d talked about the other night. He agreed to just play around, but he went all weird and literally took off. We didn’t even fight he just…”
He sounded really upset, so I knew I’d have to go and fix it in order to help them.
“Hey, I’ll go and sort him out, alright? Don’t stress. I’ll drop into your place on my way home from his.”
His voice was strained but appreciative as he let out a breath.
“Thanks, babe. See you soon.”
I ended the call before climbing off Hunter’s lap and running a hand through my tangled bed-hair.
“I’ve gotta go check on Luke. Can you guys lock up when you go?”
Tyler frowned, annoyance shadowing across his face.
“We came around to see you.”
Patience, Rory.
Be nice.
I had to remind myself of those two things before replying calmly with a small smile.
“I know, but Luke needs me right now. Jense said he freaked out and took off on him again.”
“If he’s going to keep freaking out, it’s obvious he needs to cut out the fake gay shit. It’s not fucking working for him, and he can’t force it if it’s not real,” he snorted, earning an angry finger jab to the chest from me.
“You and I will talk about this later, Tyler. Don’t say shit like that. He’s just trying to figure out who he is.”
“Well he’s obviously not fucking gay, Aurora, or he wouldn’t be running from it so much,” he argued, pissing me off slightly.
It’s like the moment Lukas’s bad mood had left him, it dived straight into Tyler.
What the fuck was up with him?