Page 25 of Twisted Fate

“Babe, you know that’s not healthy, right? We all get rough with you, but you and Skeet have the most toxic relationship I’ve ever seen.”

“He doesn’t tell you how to get your rocks off,” I defended, but he wasn’t amused.

“No, because I have sex like a normal person,” he muttered, turning his attention back to the pancakes and giving me his back.

I scrunched my nose up at the personal jab he’d given me, but Lukas leaned over and kissed my cheek, calming the situation.

“We aren’t kink shaming you, we just don’t want you hurt, okay? Be careful.”

“I’m already careful!” I argued, but he didn’t bat an eye as he continued.

“A few weeks ago, he had to call his doc to check you over and give you stitches. Not to mention they thought you had a cracked collarbone from the way he’d leaned on it while choking you. If you needed to go to hospital for some reason, he’d get locked up for domestic abuse.”

“I consented!” I exclaimed, his hand going up to silence me.

“Doesn’t mean shit. If they think he’s dangerous for you, they’ll arrest him. He’s also second in charge of the Bloody Psychos, so they’d throw away the key.”

“He’s the only thing between my sanity and a jail cell, Lukas,” I said softly, both of them frowning and looking at me with confusion.

After a moment of silence, Jensen spoke gently.

“What do you mean by that, baby? Talk to us, remember?”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

I’d been trying to get my shit together so we could avoid the subject entirely.

I just had to open my stupid big mouth.

“I have to keep fighting and working out to control myself and not lose my shit. Skeet doesn’t want me near Slash because he knows I wanna help out with jobs, and Slash is happy for me to help. It’s why I spend so much time working out or swimming at home and at school. I need to keep burning myself out, or I’m going to snap. It’s why Skeet and I work so well in bed together. We both have demons to drown, or in our case, suffocate.”

Jensen turned concerned eyes towards Lukas, who raised an eyebrow at me.

“So, were you and Slash just talking about a job in the bathroom last night while getting high, or what? Caden said he walked in on you two, and he thinks you’re lying about Slash not touching you.”

That instantly put me on the defence.

“He thinks I’m fucking Slash? Why would I? I literally fucked all of you guys yesterday, so I have a full fucking schedule.”

Jensen gave me a warm smile as he pushed some mouth-watering pancakes in front of me.

“No, he’s worried that Slash was getting too pushy with you and you want to deal with him yourself. Caden trusts you, he’s just worried about you.”

I relaxed, picking at one of my pancakes with a sigh.

“He didn’t touch me.”

“But?” Jensen prompt, making me cringe, knowing it was likely to start an argument.

“But he talked about it,” I mumbled, stuffing some pancake into my mouth as his piercing blue eyes narrowed on me.

“Talked about it? He seriously asked you to fuck him?”

“Who did?” Skeeter asked as he wandered in, stretching his arms above his head before placing a kiss on my cheek on his way towards the coffee machine.

Jensen snorted. “Slash did.”

Skeeter’s eyes landed on mine instantly as he crossed his arms tightly, raising an eyebrow.