Page 100 of Twisted Fate

“I’ll hurt you, babe. I…”

“Good,” I answered softly, leaning back on the table to remove my pants.

I needed it to fucking hurt.

I knew it wouldn’t fix anything, but I’d forget about everything for a little while.

His eyes raked over me until he finally yanked his pants down, kicking them off and hauling me against him again, kissing me hard.

He shoved me flat on my back, his lips trailing down my neck and chest as his hands roamed.

His fingers brushed against the outside of my panties, my breath catching in my throat as his lips continued their sinful trail down my body.

He peered up at me, and I held his stare as he started to slide my panties down.

Just as the cool air hit my dampness, there was a knock at the door, making Slash snarl like an animal.

“Who the fuck is it?!”

“It’s Ty, let me in bro,” Tyler’s voice said from the other side of the door, a groan of frustration leaving me.

I wasn’t getting laid, the universe had fucking spoken.

Slash cursed, helping me put my shirt and pants back on, before yanking his pants back up and opening the door with more force than necessary.

Tyler walked in, pausing when he noticed me perched on the table, looking flustered and horny as fuck, but Slash glared at him.

“What do you want?”

“I was going to have a beer with you. What’s going on?” He asked slowly, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I climbed off the table to grab my beer.

My lady boner had vanished, and I didn’t feel like fighting with Tyler.

“I might head to bed anyways. I’ll see you in the morning, Slash.”

I went to leave the room, but Tyler frowned, suspicion lacing his tone.

“Why are you staying here?”

“None of your business,” I retorted, but Slash opened his big stupid mouth.

“Her house was shot up this afternoon, the Soldiers found her.”

Tyler’s gaze instantly snapped to mine as fear took over his face, his eyes roaming over me frantically.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I snapped, but Slash scoffed.

“She got shot.”

“Why the fuck was she alone?” Tyler growled, throwing Slash a dirty look as if it was his fault.

I scowled. “I wasn’t alone. I was with Hunter.”

“I swear you’re banging that dick head. You two were all over each other at lunch, and I saw you with him this morning when he stopped in to talk. You fucking swooned over him,” he said bitterly, and he was lucky that I didn’t punch his lights out.

“He’s not a dick head, and I’m not screwing him,” I cut him off angrily, and as if on cue, the man himself wandered through the front door like he owned the place, grinning wide because he knew he was interrupting something important.