Page 130 of Shattered Pieces

“Stop moving. If I come again, I’m going to die. I need to clean up,” I murmured as I ran my fingers through his hair and made no effort to move.

“Sleep like this,” he stated as he stopped teasing me, but I shook my head.

“My first night’s sleep at home will not be a sticky one. I’ll be back in a second,” I huffed, and he thankfully rolled off me without an argument, letting me slip into the bathroom alone.

I sat on the toilet to clean the mess, deciding against a shower. I was too damn tired and I’d already had two today.

The guys were out of bed when I returned, and Lukas tucked me under his arm as he approached.

“Sleeping in Ty’s room. The bed’s soaked,” he grinned, kissing my cheek and offering me a shirt and fresh panties. “Unless you really want to sleep in here, then we’ll change the bed.”

“Too tired for that,” I chuckled, letting him lead me out into the hallway to Tyler’s room.

The guys passed out fast, but I surprisingly didn’t. I laid there for two hours before scowling and carefully slipping from the bed, making sure I didn’t wake any of them.

I walked past my room and heard a noise, rolling my eyes when I opened the door.

“Hey, creep,” I greeted Marco, his eyes running over me slowly as he studied my arms now that they were uncovered and my tattoos were exposed. They hadn’t seen them earlier because of my hoodie.

He had his helmet and the jacket I’d borrowed in hand, motioning to them before finally replying.

“Sorry, just grabbing the bike. Where’d you put the key? Threw it in a river? Trash disposal? Swallowed it?” he joked, moving closer so I could see the teasing smirk on his face. “It reeks of sex in here. Making up for lost time?”

“As much as I should’ve thrown the key into the ocean, no, I didn’t,” I said dryly, moving to the bedside drawer and grabbing the key from under a bunch of things. I turned, bumping into his firm chest.

How did he move so damn quietly? It was freaky.

“You’re too big to be so quiet,” I stated as I went to side-step him, but he grabbed my arm gently and tugged me closer.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about the tracker earlier.”

“I still don’t forgive you.”

“You don’t have to. You don’t owe me anything, Princess,” he murmured, lifting a hand to brush my hair from my face as he held my gaze. “Although, a blow job would be nice.”

He laughed as I swatted at him, taking a step back.

“I’d rather drink acid,” I deadpanned, holding out the key. “Next time, knock at a decent hour. Stop breaking in.”

I turned and headed towards the door, his voice stopping me. “You need to be careful. Skeet isn’t the guy you fell in love with, Rory. You haven’t seen this side of him before. He’s hurt and angry, which means he’s dangerous. The Soldiers are still after you too, so don’t let your guard down.”

“Do you know something about the Soldiers? Speak now or fuck off,” I warned as I looked back at him, and he motioned for me to follow him.

“Come outside with me for a second. Hunt’s out there.”

“Why do I want to see Hunter?”

“Please? He feels like an ass.”

I didn’t particularly want to see either of them or care that they felt bad, but I sighed and followed Marco through the silent house, walking outside into the chilly night’s air. I should have put pants on or something.

My feet started going numb instantly as we walked down the front stairs to the driveway, where Hunter was leaning against the side of his car that was next to Marco’s bike.

“Hey. Sorry, he wasn’t supposed to wake you,” he said apologetically, pushing off his car.

“Tell her about Razor,” Marco said before I could reply, tossing the jacket in the back seat of Hunter’s car before straddling his bike and lighting a cigarette.

Hunter looked annoyed that he’d dragged me out here, glancing at my legs. “It’s cold out here. You didn’t let her put pants or shoes on?”