Page 84 of Twisted Fate

A throaty laugh left him, and Slash gently touched my waist to remind me that he was there.

I ignored him, watching Hunter as he kept giving me the same expression.

“Skeet and I share the same taste in women, so if he actually dated you, that means you fuck like a porn star. Feel free to ride me if you want, babe. I’d only push you out of bed to fuck you on the floor.”

I stepped against him completely, hearing his breath catch as my front pressed firmly into his.

“I do fuck like a porn star. How about you?”

“How about you come with me and you’ll find out?” He said in a lazy tone, but I could hear that his breathing was still uneven.

His dick hardened against my hip, so I knew he liked the idea.

His eyes held more interest now, seeming genuinely intrigued by the idea.

“Rory, let’s go,” Slash said to break the silence, and I finally pulled my eyes away from Hunter’s.

Hunter smirked as he took a step back.

“Hey, Slash? You guys ever need her gone, you send her my way. I like my bitches crazy,” then he turned and sauntered back to his car and skidded off, leaving the damaged car with blown tires behind.

Slash gently touched my arm, causing me to turn and look at him.

He seemed worried, not that I understood why.

I obviously had my shit handled.

“Hey, you okay? You didn’t get hurt or…”

“I’m fine, don’t panic. Diesel got a nasty graze from a bullet on his arm though,” I replied, heading over to the car to make sure Diesel was still alright.

He wouldn’t look me in the eye, making me scowl.

The guys were all moodier than I could ever be.

“What did I do to you? I helped as much as I could, and…”

“I told you to stay in the car. You could have gotten fucking killed out there, Donovan. What if Hunter had shot you dead, just to get to us? And why the fuck were you rubbing against him like that? You…”

He stopped talking when I cupped his cheek and smiled softly.

“Because I have your back, D. That’s why I got out of the car. Besides, you knew I had shit handled, because you stayed in the car and didn’t cause a scene. It’s not like you were shot in the fucking knee cap.”

He sighed, giving me a small smile in return as I patted his cheek and took a step back, running into Slash who suddenly looked angry.

Fucking bipolar men, I’m telling you.

“So, what the fuck was with you and Hunter just now? You don’t rub against the enemy, Donovan. You’re Psycho territory!” He snapped, but I just shrugged.

“Stopped people getting shot, didn’t it? Not like it was a chore for me.”

His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched with irritation.

“Just don’t fucking do it again.”

“Careful Slash, sounding a little jealous there,” I joked, but he backed me into the side of the car, moving against me and boxing me in.

“I fucking am, now cut that shit out.”