Page 78 of Shattered Pieces

The ride to Ashburn Valley was quick, and I’d barely parked at Skeeter’s before the front door opened and he appeared.

“The fuck do you want?” he bit out, and I tsked him as I took my helmet off and left it with the bike before walking towards him.

“Hello to you too. We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” he scoffed, but he stepped back to let me in. “If this is about Aurora⁠—”

“It is, but I don’t give a shit if you want to believe her or not,” I answered, tilting my head at him as I ran my eyes up his body.

He shut and locked the door, trying not to look bothered by my presence, but I could tell I was already getting to him just by being here.

“Get on with it, I don’t have all day.”

“What would I have to do for you to find out some information for me?” I asked curiously.

“What kind of information?”

“I want to know who the witness is. That’s it.”

He huffed out a laugh, but there was zero humor behind it. “Absolutely not.”

Moving closer, I reached out to touch his chest, a little surprised when he let me.

“C’mon, Skeet. You can have whatever you want in return. Information, money, a good fuck, whatever you need,” I murmured, the scowl on his face making my cock hard. He was stupidly hot when he was mad.

“I don’t need anything from you,” he answered sharply, pushing my hand off him. “If that’s all⁠—”

“C’mon, baby. You know I’ll make it good for you,” I said softly, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I moved even closer until our chests were almost touching. “I bet you need a good release too.”

I thought I was getting through to him until we were interrupted.

“If you think I’ll let you play him like that again, you’re mistaken,” Diesel said flatly, appearing from the hallway and making Skeeter jerk back like I’d burned him. “I’ll find the information for you. Leave him the fuck out of it.”

I smirked, a little sad to not be able to get my mouth all over Skeeter.

“What do you want in return? You probably need your cock sucked too.”

“My cock is fine. You keep feeding me information about Rory and we’re even,” he said firmly, making Skeeter glare at him.

“The fuck, D? You’re not helping him.”

“The shit between me and Rory has nothing to do with you. You’ve been very vocal about where you stand about her, but you also agreed to let me do what I wanted in my own time. I want her out, so giving him answers will hurry that along. I’m not doing it to help them, I’m doing it for myself,” he said sharply, and I gave Skeeter a sly grin.

“If you’re sad about our deal falling through, I’d be more than happy to blow you for old times’ sake,” I stated, laughing when he took a swing at me. “You’re only turning me on now.”

Diesel stalked over and grabbed my arm to yank me away from Skeeter, jabbing me in the chest with his finger.

“Go home. I’ll find you when I have something.”

Skeeter was fuming, and part of me wanted him to dive at me so we could wrestle. I’d get him under me and make him forget about his mood, while also giving myself something. It had been way too long since I’d felt his naked body against mine.

Instead of risking a war breaking out, I put my hands up and walked towards the door.

“You’d better call me, D. Nice seeing you, Skeet. Feel free to call me too.”

Diesel grabbed Skeeter’s jacket to stop him from following me, and I chuckled to myself as I unlocked the door and stepped outside to leave. He was so easy to rile up.

I sat on my bike and grabbed my helmet, watching Skeeter through the window. He was raking his hands through his hair with frustration as Diesel talked him down from the ledge, my chest feeling tight. I wanted him to come out and demand I go back inside, to shove me against the wall and get in my face, but he didn’t step foot outside.