Page 108 of Twisted Fate

I knew who I was using as a fucking shield when the Soldiers arrived, that was for sure.

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Rory

“Hey babe, are you…,” Hunter managed to get out before I kissed him hard, pushing him back against the wall with force.

He groaned, his fingers digging into my waist to pull me closer as he deepened the kiss almost desperately.

I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn’t stop myself from climbing him like a tree.

I wrapped my legs around his middle as he gripped my thighs and spun us around, pressing me against the wall instead as he ground his growing erection against me.

When he finally moved back to breathe, he raised an eyebrow and smirked, his voice quiet.

“Troublemaker. Just so you’re aware, I know you’re using me, but I’m okay with that.”

“What do you mean?” I breathed, his expression becoming soft like his voice.

“I know you’re using me to mask the hurt and to piss Skeet off. You can use me, babe. I’d do that for you if you need me to,” he murmured, his pretty eyes watching me for a reaction.

Skeeter’s eyes burned into me from close by, causing my lip to twitch into a small smile.

I knew it was wrong, but being irrational and spontaneous when I was hurting was the way I’d always go.

“Touch me,” I whispered, before I could think about it.

Hunter chuckled, burying his face in the crook of my neck, lifting me higher as his hands moved to my butt.

He hardened against my core, a breathy moan pushing past my lips as he licked up the cord on my neck, his fingers digging into my butt more as he pulled me closer.

I gasped in shock as he suddenly jolted backwards, almost dropping me completely.

I glared at Slash who had hold of the back of Hunter’s shirt, a little surprised that it wasn’t Skeeter.

“Back the fuck off, Slash.”

“Doubt it. You could have been fucking killed today, and you’re trying to get laid?”

I snorted, wriggling so Hunter would put me down, before I got in Slash’s face with a scowl.

“Who knows how long I have to live? I’d better fuck as much as I can.”

“Then get in the back office and I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to use your fucking legs for a week,” he spat out angrily, causing some of the Psychos to chuckle at our banter, but they laughed loudly as I flipped Slash the bird and spun around to leave.

I only got two steps away before he hoisted me over his broad shoulder and held me firmly in his strong grip, swatting my ass sharply.

“Cut it out, you’re like a little fluffy rabid squirrel when you’re mad.”

“Put me the fuck down or I’ll take a shot at you!” I snapped, but he just rolled his eyes.

“Cute,” then he walked towards the office and locked us inside.

He put me down, his stormy eyes turning gentle as they roamed over me slowly for damage.

“I’m worried about you, Killer. The Soldiers don’t play nice, and you don’t play smart with this shit. I need you to back down and let us keep you safe, before you end up dead.”

I plonked my butt on his desk and sneered.