He shrugged. “Had me in the trunk. They played tenderize the biker. That’s all.”
“Fuck.” I rubbed my face, caught between the urge to still be mad at him, but also furiousforhim. He’d gone through hell today and it was all because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut.
“Hey.” He laid a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I was more fucking concerned about you.”
“You shouldn’t have been,” I growled out, resisting the urge to knock his hand off in embarrassment. I hated that his concern was always about me when it should’ve been about his own safety. It’d always been that way, since the moment we’d met. He’d taken care of me, had my back in ways not even my family did.
His hand slid down my arm until he laid it on top of mine, and my gaze zeroed in on his touch, warmth spreading through me that made him feel like a safety blanket.
“I will always think about you.” His eyebrows dipped, and I could almost read his thoughts as they flitted through his mind, reaching the conversation hewantedto be having. “You kissed me.”
I winced. Fuck. I’d forgotten about that already. I’d reacted on an impulse when he was at Johnston’s house, all my desires and worry about him blasting to the surface, which erupted in me kissing him. I didn’t regret it for a second, but trying to explain my reasoning to PD suddenly left my brain buzzing with absolute silence.
My exhale came out as a stuttered breath. “I.... Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
Panic joined in with the torrent of emotions that swelled in my chest. Had I ruined our friendship?
He tapped his fingers against mine. “You should do it again.”
His words caused a pause in my world. Every frightened thought disappeared as my mind took the time to comprehend what he’d said. Since the accident, it sometimes took a little longer to understand.
“What?” I asked.
“Kiss me again, Will.” He leaned toward me, his lips pressed together and his eyes wide, almost begging. He looked vulnerable this way, and he’d only reached halfway toward me before he stopped, giving me the option to lean forward. “I want it.”
Everything in me was warning me not to start this, that I’d only end up brokenhearted because this man was mybest friend, but I couldn’t stop—no, I didn’t want to. I surged forward, my mouth crashing against his.
He groaned, grasping my face between his hands, and stood so I had to tilt my head back to let him get closer. He fit between my legs, snug as the right puzzle piece.
Behind us, cheers filled the room, probably for us, but I ignored them. I’d waited too long for this moment, for the taste of PD’s lips, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else take my attention.
PD broke the kiss first, his chest heaving. He grinned hesitantly and stroked his finger down my cheek. “Let’s go up to your room.”
“PD and Will, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G.” Barber laughed and hooted when PD gave him a venomous glare. The idiot was tall and had lean muscles. Plus, his tattooed face was far too pretty, with angular lines. Someone who did as much hell raising as him shouldn’t be so attractive. But maybe that was the only reason he was still alive. He lounged on one of the black leather couches against the wall, his partner Quain half on his lap as he scrolled on his phone.
“Shut the fuck up, Barber,” Scar growled from where he stood near the pool table, the cue held in his hand. “Or you’ll get your ass kicked.”
Barber waggled his eyebrows, and I groaned, aware of an incoming dirty joke. He wouldn’t be Barber if he didn’t have something sexual to say, especially when it came to Scar. “Do you have Charley’s cum in your ass, Scar? Something’s stuck up there.”
Quain sighed heavily enough that I could hear it. He stood and held up his hands. “Anything that happens is on you, Luke. You know exactly what takes place when you shit stir.”
“Baby,” Barber whined, trying to catch Quain’s wrist but missing as Quain took a step away.
Scar snorted and shook his head at me and PD. “Don’t worry about it, he’s not worth it.”
“Hey!” Barber huffed. “My baby thinks I am.”
“Do I?” Quain drawled, but it was hard to miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth, the usual stoniness nowhere to be seen as he shifted back into Barber’s gravitational force, as if being anywhere but beside Barber was too much pain. That’s what I craved—to be wanted with such intensity that being away from me hurt—and I needed it with PD. He was the only one I dreamed about.
PD laced his fingers with mine and tugged on my hand gently. “Let’s go upstairs. I want to make sure you’ve taken your meds.”
“What am I, a kid?” I snapped. My shoulders tensed and I went to take a step back from him, but he gripped my fingers tighter.
PD gave me a pleading stare as he shuffled in closer. “That isn’t what I’m doing.” He lowered his voice and tipped his head closer to me. “I want....I want you. It’s no one else’s business what we do.”
I let out a breath between my teeth and nodded, pleasure simmering low in my stomach. My cock twitched as images of what we were about to do filled my brain.
PD tugged me gently toward the stairs, but not before flipping Barber the bird as we went. He guided me up the steps to my room, and the moment we made it through the door and closed it behind us, he paused and looked at me. His gray eyes were brighter, and it was difficult to tear my gaze away from his.
