Rook and PD.
That’s who we were, are, and would forever be.
How could I ever walk away from him?
“Come, Rook. Take. This. Dick. Come for me.”
How could I deny him?
My toes curled with tension as he growled and angled his hips slightly differently. A few thrusts slidingjust rightinto my ass, and my orgasm hit me hard. Sparks sizzled through me. The intensity ripped me apart, leaving it difficult to breathe for a moment as my cock jerked, painting the bed and PD’s hand with cum. I shuddered through the force of the feelings, making sounds I’d be embarrassed to remember later.
PD was right behind me, though, in more ways than one. He bit down on my shoulder, and I moaned as his warmth spilled deep inside me. He muttered nonsense around my skin between his teeth until he slumped against my back.
“Fuck.” He laughed quietly, then pressed a kiss to the indentations he’d left on my body. “That was fire.”
I smiled, for once feeling like myself again. “Yeah.”
“You okay?”
And the moment was ruined. I sighed, too tired to make a fuss about it. “Yeah.I’m fine.”
“Let me clean you up.”
I stayed quiet as he slid out of bed.
Tonight, we could sleep in peace.
Tonight, I didn’t want to think about him babying me again.
8
PD
I sprayed white chalk paint in as straight a line as I could manage across the slick black pavement. The damp foggy air clung to my body and moisture even dripped off my eyelashes onto my cheeks. The beam from the motorcycle headlight pointed in the direction of where we were hard at work was the only thing that really let me see what I was doing.
Barber hummed as he used black chalk paint to cover the yellow lines on the road that curved right. “This is a good night for a party.” He glanced over his shoulder in my direction. “What do you think?” His grin was contagious, but I shook my head.
“We’ll see how this goes, first.”
“If there’s a reason to party, we will,” King said. His voice sounded odd in the night. Ahead of us there were red lights that he’d come out here earlier, during the daytime, to suspend from tree branches, and they were eerie bobbing in the slight wind, strange beacons of doom. This was a deadly curve, after all.
“The fog is unreal tonight,” I said.
“Yep.” King was busy painting yellow lines straight ahead to the end of the pavement, and Scar was using another paintsprayer to turn the silver guardrail a matte black that blended dangerously with the night.
When I was finished, I straightened and stretched out my lower back. There was a bounce in my step even though I was anxious about what we were doing. I secured the paint sprayer in my saddle bag and gave it a happy little pat.
All our bikes were lined up in a row against the steep embankment. They were as far to the right as we could get them without physically carrying them up the hill, not that we would be able to get them very far.
“Are you sure the cops won’t have a helicopter on their asses by the time they get out here?” Far from sounding upset about that, Barber did a weird dance, then practically skipped over to his bike to stow his paint sprayer.
King chuckled and put the finishing touches on the yellow lines he’d painted, which led to the disguised guardrails. He twirled the paint sprayer like it was a gun, almost fumbled it, then saved it at the last minute. “Fuuuuck no. They’re going to catch those shit-for-brains bastards as they’re leaving that cop bar, the Precinct. They’re going to slide past their cruiser and use a baseball bat on the side windows. You know, something to make sure they’ll chase them. Any dickhead cop who would toss PD into a fucking trunk and take him for a joy ride will follow them to put a hurt on ’em. They won’t call it in. They’ll want blood. Make no mistake, they’re a fucking gang and they’ll act like they’re in one.” King nodded solemnly, and a shiver slid down my spine.
I was lucky I hadn’t been seriously injured in that trunk.
The red lights in the trees bobbed, ruby drops suspended in midair. The fog billowed, and for a moment, a thick cloud passed between us and my stomach knotted.
“This is gonna be dangerous for us to get out of here.” Scar walked back from his bike and crossed his arms, scowlingaround. That was pretty much his MO, though, so I wasn’t too concerned. Hell, all these guys would take a bullet for me and the other way around, too.
