Page 12 of Twisted Fate

“What happened?”

“He really didn’t mention it to you? He said he was going to remind you to bring me whisky,” I sighed.

It was apparently the wrong thing to say, because he glared at me with anger, not that it took much when it came to Slash.

“Nope. I mean, I got you whisky, but he didn’t say shit to me.”

His hands ran down my bare back and I reluctantly pulled away from him to finish getting dry.

If his hands stayed on me, we both knew we’d end up sweating it out together like horny fucking teenagers.

Well, I guessed I was.

Skeeter was twenty-one, and I’d only found that out one night because some of his crew members were having a joke with him about being a cradle snatcher.

I’d asked what they were talking about, and he’d just rolled his eyes and told me it was because of his age.

Slash was apparently twenty-three, which surprised me.

I’d assumed he was at least twenty-five.

“I don’t have time for another shower, hands off. Slash just wanted to say hi and make himself known. Fuck knows why. He should be here soon with my gift anyway,” I said over my shoulder, but I caught his gaze in the mirror as he tensed up, his light green eyes piercing into mine.

“What gift? Last time he gave you a gift, it was your father in law’s head on a platter for you to inflict your fucking vengeance on.”

Ah, good times.

I smirked. “Still one of the best gifts ever, by the way. Tristan had it coming. Calm down, it’s just my birthday cocaine that Tyler told him to bring me, not a body.”

“You mean target. You deal with your own shit,” he snorted, turning to leave the room but I hooked an arm around him and pulled him back, kissing him gently.

“Hey, I swear Ty just told him to bring me coke. You wanna stay tonight? You’re the only one who hasn’t spent time with me today.”

He smirked, not at all seeming bothered.

“You mean I’m the only one who hasn’t fucked you today, right? I’d love to stay. Convince Holloway to join us.”

That made me frown as I grabbed my panties and bra, letting him help me put them on.

Skeeter never shared with the others, and in all honesty, Caden would probably bail the moment Skeeter pulled his knife out.

“Why? You’d scare the shit out of him.”

“I’ll leave the knives alone tonight, just for him. Besides, I’m going to fuck him and get you all horny,” he joked, tugging my shirt over my head and waiting for me to yank my shorts up before he led me back into my bedroom.

Everyone had gone, so we headed down to the kitchen, Karen instantly looking up and beaming at me.

She loved me and always had, but she honestly had no idea of the extent of my relationship with her son and his friends.

She was a little full on, too.

“Aurora! Happy Birthday sweetie!”

“Thanks, Karen. Thank you for the cake too, I love it,” I smiled as I eyed the ridiculously extravagant cake on the table, looking back at her as she waved my comment off with a dainty manicured hand.

“Nothing is too much for my favourite daughter-in-law.”

Lukas groaned, getting sick of having the same argument with her.