Page 64 of Reckless Vengeance

His hand left my throat as he lifted me properly, keeping me against the car as he poured all of his emotion into me until he had nothing left, and when he finally stilled, he placed me on my feet and wrapped his arms tightly around me without a word.

“You want to come with us?” Tyler asked, making me realize he’d stepped out of the car to smoke, watching us carefully. “We’re staying at mine. You can even boss me around in the bedroom.”

Skeeter snorted, pulling back from me to look at him. His mask was back in place, and part of me wondered if I’d imagined the single tear or not.

“Kind of you, Johnson. You sure you want me tagging along? Wasn’t that more your thing with Slash?”

“He’d totally want us to keep up our weekly spit-roasting tradition.”

“I can’t believe you let him sneak around with our girl.”

“Hey, he was one of my best friends and I could let him fuck my girl if I wanted,” Tyler threw back lightly, his voice cracking a little.

“I know, man. C’mon, let’s get off the road before trouble finds us,” Skeeter replied, taking my chin gently. “I’ll follow you guys.”

I nodded, letting him open the car door so I could climb behind the wheel, then he wandered back to the McLaren and shut himself inside. His cum leaked out of me and soaked my panties, and I decided we really needed to leave something in all the cars to clean up after spontaneous sex.

“Was he crying?” Tyler mumbled as I started to drive, and I shook my head.

“No.”

He knew I was lying, but he let it go, remaining silent for the rest of the short drive to his house.

Marco

Faris went home, leaving me to return to the warehouse alone. I unlocked the door and let myself in, knowing Hunter was still here since his bike was outside. It was dead quiet, so I headed up the loft stairs and let myself into the office, scoffing when I found Hunter at his desk with his dick in hand, moans coming from the computer.

“Whatcha watching, boss?”

Hunter released himself and tried shutting down the computer, but I moved over to the desk and stood behind him, glancing at the screen and pausing.

It was footage of Tyler’s bedroom, Skeeter and Tyler both railing Rory as she laid across Skeeter’s chest.

They were all completely naked, my eyes skimming over both Rory and Skeeter. It had been a few years since my eyes had been graced with Skeeter’s magnificent figure, and he’d definitely thrown his heartbreak into working out.

He’d been seventeen and had always been built like an athlete, thanks to being worked like a dog by Savage.

I hated that man, he’d ruined everything.

“You’re back early,” Hunter grunted, and I swatted his hand away from the mouse when he reached for it so the footage remained on the screen.

“Apparently. They worked fast, I was only just with Aurora,” I mused.

“What? They got here hours ago. Although, I did stop spying on them to catch up on work,” he grumbled.

“Oh, yeah. Ty and your little pet showed up at the Rawson party. Did you see the dress she was in before she took it off? You would’ve come in your pants.” I dropped my eyes to his still hard cock, smirking. “Again.”

“What were they doing there? Why didn’t you call me?”

“They were just dancing and hiding from the others, I think. Pretty sure they were high too, their pupils were huge. I dragged them out and sent them home. Well, I dragged her out and he fought me outside, but it’s the same thing. He hits like a bitch.”

He actually had a solid hit on him, and if he’d been sober he probably would’ve been more coordinated.

“Where was Skeet?” he asked as he stared at Rory.

“On his way to the Shed from the graveyard. I called him and told him I was sending them his way.”

“He’s going to kill you.”