Page 18 of Shattered Pieces

It didn’t sound like a bad idea, but one glance at his cock made me cringe.

“I really don’t know how that’s supposed to fit in there.”

He laughed, taking a sneaky grab of my ass. “I’ll be gentle. We can do a lot more finger play too until you’re ready. Like I said, I’m happy for you to fuck me first.”

“You’re braver than me.”

“I’m just really horny,” he said dryly, turning the water off so we could step out.

I’d just wrapped a towel around my waist when Tyler shoved the door open loudly.

“Room service!”

“Fuck off, dude,” Jensen grumbled, taking his time to cover himself. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to hang out with my bros!”

I glared at him, irritation washing through me as Marco appeared in the doorway with a shit-eating grin.

“What’s going on in here? Rich boy orgy?” he asked, flicking his gaze over me. “You want to be the bottom, or should I?”

“I’m going to kill him,” I muttered, pushing past them to head to the bedroom, jerking forward as Marco slapped my ass on the way past him.

“Good idea, you go get ready,” he said, but I knew the asshole was only doing it to make me uncomfortable. He was as bad as Skeeter.

I heard Jensen scolding them as I shut myself in the bedroom to find some sweats, Jensen joining me a moment later.

“What the fuck did he bring him here for?” I growled, angrily tossing the towel aside.

“You know how Ty attaches himself to people. Hunter’s here too,” he sighed, running his towel over himself before finding some sweats too.

“He doesn’t usually let people in, it’s just us that have the unfortunate task of being stuck to him like glue.”

“He did it with Rory and Slash. Now he’s doing it with Marco. Him and Marco have similar impulse issues and I honestly think they’re just feeding each other’s bullshit,” he mumbled, dropping his towel on my head to ruffle my hair dry. “Apparently, they want to talk.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. Hurry up so we can find out. I don’t really want them wandering my house unsupervised.”

I didn’t like the idea of them roaming the place either, so I tossed his towel back for him to dry his hair before heading down to the living room to find the three of them sprawled out on the couches.

“Make yourselves at home,” Jensen muttered, and Hunter gave him a lazy smile.

“Already did, but thank you.”

“Get to the point so you can leave,” I scoffed, dropping down on the empty couch with Jensen, ignoring the hurt look on Tyler’s face. He could stay all he liked, but the other two weren’t welcome.

All of this was their fucking fault.

“I had a call from the prison tonight. Rory was in Medical.”

My stomach sank as panic rose, nausea swimming in my throat.

“What? Is she okay? What happened? Why did you get a call?”

“I’m down as one of her emergency contacts. With Josie away a lot, she can’t get to her as fast,” he shrugged, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it before continuing. “Rory’s had some trouble in there since she arrived. The girls don’t like her for being disloyal to Skeet with me. Loyalty’s a big deal in there.”

“So this is your fault? No surprise there,” I snapped, and he rolled his eyes.