Page 17 of Shattered Pieces

“Does he?” she snorted, tilting her head. “Why hasn’t he gotten his girls to buddy up with you then?”

“He’s busy running the crew and probably trying to find a way to get me out of here.”

“He was here yesterday visiting Trixie. If he wanted to protect you in here, he’d have organized it then,” she said off-handedly, heading to the door and opening it. “Skeet’s a piece of shit, Donovan. You’re better off with Hunter, trust me.”

She left me alone, and I grumbled to myself about her being full of shit. If Skeeter had been here, he’d have helped me.

There was no way he believed I’d stabbed him in the back.

Lukas

“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I asked as Jensen brought the pizza into the living room. We’d been here since Rory was hauled off to Fairview Prison on Wednesday morning, and I honestly didn’t ever want to leave. Tyler had glued himself to Hunter and Marco, Caden hadn’t stopped by at all, too busy with Skeeter, and I felt like everything around us was crumbling.

“I’ve been punched by her before. She’s fine,” he said firmly, but his voice wavered like he didn’t believe it.

“We have to talk Skeet into helping her. He’s angry, but surely he doesn’t want her dead, right? She needs someone in there on her side.”

“I know. I texted Holloway yesterday and he hasn’t replied to me, so I have no idea what’s going on,” he said tightly, sitting beside me and sliding an arm around my shoulders. “We can visit her on Thursday, okay? Hunter’s seeing her on Wednesday, so hopefully he can help her. Eat, you skipped lunch.”

I didn’t feel hungry, but I reached over to pick up a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table, wishing I could call or text Rory to check in. Not knowing was making me sick to my stomach.

I wanted to ask her about Hunter too. I wasn’t sure what to do if she was sleeping with him, but I was trying hard not to think about it until I knew the truth.

We picked at the pizza and gamed for a few hours before I went and took a shower, not surprised when I was only alone for a few minutes. I was scrubbing shampoo into my hair when Jensen wandered in, stripping off to join me.

“Whenever I’m sad, seeing you naked really helps,” he grinned, and I rolled my eyes.

“If you want me to blow you, just ask. No need to coerce me into it with compliments.” I tilted my head back to rinse the shampoo, giving him a dirty look when I felt his fingers wrap around my cock. “I’m really not in the mood though, so rain check.”

“Can I put you in the mood?” he murmured, making me huff out an amused breath as he stepped against me, slowly stroking me as he nibbled my ear.

“Anyone would think you’ve gone months without blowing your load.”

“It fucking feels like it. C’mon, you’ll feel better. We can’t do anything for her until Thursday, and she’d punch you for moping,” he chuckled, and he wasn’t exactly wrong. She was incarcerated, not dead.

“I still feel bad. Like we’re not missing her or something,” I answered, his fingers sliding along my throat before tilting my chin up to look at him.

“We can’t pause life while she’s in there. We have to get back to school, and us being together doesn’t mean we’re not missing her. I need this, and I think you do too.”

“What if she gets sentenced and is proven guilty, Jense?” I croaked.

“Then we handle our shit until she gets back out. She’s got Dad’s firm on it, so if there’s a chance of her getting out of this, she’s in the best capable hands with Kirk.”

I nodded, leaning back against the tiles as he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me lazily. My cock was hard in his hand, my muscles relaxing the more he touched me. I hadn’t exactly pushed him away the past few days, but now he was touching me, it felt like I’d gone a lifetime without it.

I groaned as he pressed his cock to mine and used his hands to jerk us together, and I slid a hand behind his neck to kiss him deeper, my legs shaking slightly as I got closer and closer to release.

“Come on my cock, baby. I’m right behind you,” he whispered, and I was a goner.

I came with a gasp, holding him against me more and probably making it really hard to keep moving his hands, but I didn’t care. I just needed him closer.

He grunted, his movements slowing as I felt the slickness grow between us. His forehead rested on mine as we caught our breaths, his blue eyes staring into my damn soul.

“I can’t wait to pump you with cum one day.”

I blinked at him for a second, trying to figure out if I’d heard him correctly, and then I let out a huff of laughter. “Who said you’ll be bending me over?”

“Me. We can take turns,” he smirked, giving me a kiss before releasing me and stepping back so we could rinse off properly.