Page 65 of Reckless Vengeance

“He won’t, he loves me too much. Guess we’ll test it when Rory asks him about us. He doesn’t seem to want people knowing about our past, so I filled in the blanks for her,” I shrugged, earning a glare from him.

“I fucking told you to keep that to yourself. Don’t out people.”

“Rory doesn’t give a shit if he took dick in his ass four years ago. She’s all over that shit with Lukas and Jensen. She lost her mind at me, actually.”

“Well deserved. You know you gutted him with your bullshit over that girl,” he said disapprovingly.

“I had to, and you know it. Besides, it wasn’t that much longer after that you tried to kill him. We would have had our falling out regardless,” I shrugged.

He switched the screen off just as it was getting good, and I found him giving me a dirty look as he put his cock away.

“Which turned out to be for nothing. Don’t you feel like an asshole? He was our best friend, Mark. Hell, you two were together.”

“Were not.”

“Yes, you fucking were.”

“He was so fucking obsessed with me that it was going to get him killed,” I hissed. “I wasn’t having that on my conscience.”

“Don’t tell his secrets,” he said sharply before changing the subject. “How did Faris do tonight?”

“Stayed with me the whole time and was mostly polite to Aurora. What happened with the others?” I asked, sitting at my desk to light a cigarette.

“Beat them up a little and sent them to Wet Dreams.”

“Damn, I should have stayed here,” I joked, putting my feet up on the desk.

“If you’d stayed, you’d be stuck with paperwork like me.”

“You suck. I deserve hot strippers and the occasional whore.”

“You don’t even like Hendricks’ girls.”

“What’s not to like? They’ve got tits and a wet pussy,” I snickered, but he was right. I preferred girls I didn’t have to pay to get into bed. Or guys, for that matter.

“You want to head home, or should I leave you and your hand to it?” I deadpanned, and he flipped me off.

“Bite me. It’s been too long and I’m getting desperate.”

“I know she pretends to fight it, but I bet if you bent Rory over⁠—”

“I’m not touching her until she makes it very obvious that it’s what she wants. If I hear of you pushing her, best friend or not, I’ll knock you the fuck out,” he said coldly, not being able to help himself as he switched the computer back on to check in on Rory.

“Fuck, I just know she’d be the best fuck of my life,” I groaned, eyeing the screen and palming my cock through my pants. Skeeter had her bent over, her back arched in a way that should have been illegal, and I could hear his hips slamming against her ass. “Look at the recoil on that thing.”

“You didn’t even want me fucking her all that long ago, but now you want to stick your dick in her too?” he asked dryly.

“She’s hot and I’m horny. Besides, she keeps hitting me and it’s getting me all worked up.”

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“I could have told you that,” I grinned, flicking ash from my cigarette as my attention switched to Skeeter again. He was definitely taking his mood out on her, my stomach flipping a little at the memory of him doing the same to me.

I’d lied a little to Rory, Skeeter was nobody's bitch, not even when I’d topped him. He was mostly the dominant one out of the two of us, but he wasn’t opposed to me taking charge either.

Our dynamic had never had rules, just feelings.

Keeping it a secret had sucked the soul right out of us though, and I wished things had been different. Maybe, just maybe, we’d still be together now.