Page 157 of Shattered Pieces

“Don’t take advantage of her. She’s drunk too,” Caden bit out defensively, and I groaned.

“Mind your own business. I’m fine.” That just made me cough, and Marco huffed.

“Seriously, shut up. You’re icing your throat when we get back to mine.”

Caden looked unsure about letting us leave with Marco, but he didn’t argue when I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled myself in. I was definitely not sober, but I wasn’t stumbling or anything. Not like Tyler.

Caden went back inside to Hunter, and Marco got behind the wheel and started driving towards Mount Mercer, the hum of the car putting me to sleep.

I didn’t wake up until someone lifted me, my eyes flying open in a panic.

Was someone in my cell?

“Whoa, sorry. I was trying not to wake you,” Marco murmured, pushing the car door shut with his foot as he cradled me to his chest more. Tyler wasn’t in the back seat, and that made the panic worse.

“Where’s—”

“I helped his drunk ass inside already. He’s passed out in bed,” he chuckled, the living room light almost blinding me as he carried me inside to the couch. “You stay there. You need water, ibuprofen, and ice.”

I yawned but nodded as he placed me down and took my shoes off for me, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to wrap around me before he vanished into the kitchen. Diesel’s jacket was draped over the back of the couch already, so he must have brought that in when he helped Tyler inside.

I was falling asleep again when he returned, sitting beside me and pressing the pills to my lips. “Here. Open.” I did as I was told, the glass of water appearing at my lips next as he made me take a sip to swallow them. The cool water felt good on my throat, so I took a few more sips before humoring him and lying down, placing my head on his lap as he put the ice packs on my throat.

My eyes fluttered closed, and we didn’t talk as his fingers toyed with my hair. When I shivered slightly from the ice, he reached out to pull the blanket over me more, his arm draping across my stomach as if that would warm me up.

“You hungry?” he asked after a while, and I shook my head. “You want to go to bed then? It’s almost two in the morning.”

I didn’t want to move, but I’d wreck my neck sleeping like this, and he probably wanted to go to bed too.

He took the ice packs off and helped me sit up, chuckling as I stumbled slightly once I was on my feet. His arm slid around me to guide me to his spare bedroom where Tyler was snoring, and I crawled under the covers fully dressed.

“Babe, you can’t sleep in jeans,” Marco stated. “Don’t kick me, I’m helping.”

A grumble left me as he tugged my legs back out from under the warm blanket, a tingle racing through me as I peered at him as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down.

This was a damn good angle.

He was careful not to accidentally tug my panties off with them as he slid my jeans down my legs, and goosebumps broke out across my skin as he literally stared at me.

“I’ll get you a shirt,” he said quickly before leaving the room, coming back to find me exactly where he’d left me. “Shirt and bra off.”

“You just want me naked,” I said and waggled a finger at him, earning a grin.

“Trust me, if my goal was getting you naked, I’d have put you in my bed instead.” When I didn’t move, he sighed like I was annoying him before grabbing the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head, reaching around to unclasp my bra next.

He was so close, my fingers slipping up the front of his shirt to feel his skin. Why was he so warm? I was freezing.

“If you’re trying to test my willpower, you’re going to find out how little I care about pissing off those guys of yours when I bend you over,” he warned, growling when I tried pushing his shirt out of the way to press my face against his stomach. He was like a heater. “Princess. Stop it.”

I gasped as he tugged my legs further off the bed, my panties pressing against the bulge in his jeans as his fingers splayed around my throat so lightly I barely felt them.

“So help me, Aurora. I’ll fuck you right here next to Ty. Don’t push me,” he said in a low voice, a whimper leaving me as his hand dropped down my chest to lightly tweak my nipple. He pinched the other one a little harder, tugging on the piercing and making me moan.

It was like everywhere he touched became hot, my legs wrapping around him as I squirmed.

“You’re going to get me in so much fucking trouble,” he muttered, his hand moving from my throat to cup my chin and tilt my face up. “You know who you’re touching, right?”

“Mark, please. Just—” Was I sober? No. Was I sober enough to know this was a bad idea? Absolutely. I was just so cold, and he was so damn hot.