Page 189 of Shattered Pieces

“Is Skeet’s house on fire?” he asked, completely serious.

“His house? No.”

“Baby, what did you do?” he groaned, leaning back on the counter to watch me. “I know you’re upset with him right now, which is completely valid, but please don’t get us shot at this week.”

“I’ll shoot back if he does,” I bit out, scrubbing shampoo into my hair a little more aggressively than normal.

“We talked about this.”

“No, you talked and I pretended to listen,” I huffed, making him chuckle as he stood and started stripping.

“You’re infuriating sometimes, you know?” he said with a wry smile, joining me in the shower and pushing me back against the wall.

“Better teach me a lesson then,” I joked, sliding my arms around his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“I don’t think your pussy could take it, and I don’t have a condom. With the luck we’re having lately, I’d definitely knock you up, and that’s the last thing we need right now,” he murmured, my stomach twisting at the memory of Skeeter coming inside me.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I replied lightly, nipping his bottom lip. “Wash my back for me. I need to get this smell off.”

He turned me around and rubbed body wash all over me, rinsing me off before doing it again to make sure I was clean. I did a second shampoo of my hair before conditioning it to make sure the smell was definitely gone.

We dried off and got dressed, and he watched me as I blow dried my hair and put a little bit of makeup on.

“Hunter and Marco. They’re not that bad,” he randomly said, and I glanced at him in the mirror.

“I think they’re proving to have our backs,” I answered, and he winced.

“I’m not sure I’m okay with the idea of them and you though. Luke’s wavering about it, and I know Ty’s on board, but I’m not sure I can be. Diesel probably won’t be okay with it because of the rival crew issue too.”

“I can respect that. I think things have been a mess lately, and I honestly think my feelings could be misplaced. They’ve been good to me, but⁠—”

“In saying that, I also see the spark between you guys,” he said, cutting me off. “I think if everyone communicates, it might not be so bad.”

I blinked at him, not really sure how to respond. Did I want this? Hunter had betrayed my trust by spilling my secrets to Skeeter, so right now he could go to hell. Even if I did say fuck it and let them in, what if things didn’t work out with them and one of my guys decided to leave?

“Maybe see where it goes,” Jensen murmured, giving me a kiss on the top of the head and having no idea about my inner turmoil. I couldn’t exactly tell him about why I’d been avoiding Hunter without telling him about Slash. “C’mon, you look gorgeous. If I stay up here alone with you much longer, those jeans of yours are coming off. Let’s head downstairs so you have an alibi for whatever mayhem you caused us tonight.”

I finished touching up my mascara before following him downstairs, grabbing a whiskey and deciding to hang with the guys for a while. Marco and Faris were busy with the drug table, while Hunter was by the DJ booth talking to his friend.

“You look nice,” Diesel said as he appeared, giving me a quick kiss.

“Is it fun not working this party?” I grinned, making him chuckle.

“It feels weird, but yeah, it’s nice.”

I scowled as someone draped an arm around my shoulders, finding Marco beside me grinning.

“Hey. Ty said you burned something down. Set the McLaren on fire? His house? The Shed?”

Diesel gave me a look, and I rolled my eyes. “No, I didn’t.”

“Well, you burned something down. That firebug could sniff out the start of a fire seven blocks away. I’m a little offended you didn’t ask for help. Thought we were partners in crime now?” he said with a flirty wink.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” I demanded, shrugging him off me.

“Faris has it. He’s taken it down to the den. Diesel doesn’t mind if I steal you to dance, right?”

Diesel looked annoyed, but he flicked a hand at us. “Go on. I need to go and talk to Hunter anyway. Keep her safe.”