Page 132 of Reckless Vengeance

Marco was definitely getting hard, and I pulled back, taking the whiskey from Tyler.

“Whatever weird friendship you two managed to build in the last ten minutes will not include me,” I warned, downing a mouthful and handing it to Marco. “You and Faris need to wait outside for Hunter.”

“Want to join us? I’ll even share my weed with you again,” he grinned, not being shy about giving me a quick slap on the ass as he stood. “Oof, you get a good jiggle going for a skinny chick.”

“You’re about to lose your cock, Ortega.”

“So feisty,” he winked, giving a mock wave over my shoulder and making me glance back to find Hunter and Skeeter walking towards us. “Hey, Skeet. Your girl just asked to touch my cock.”

I elbowed him hard, giving him a dirty look. “I threatened to help you lose it, asshole.”

“In your pussy?”

“I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”

“Stop it, you’re making me horny,” he smirked, pulling a joint out and lighting it. “So, we’re staying, right?”

“Wrong,” Skeeter bit out, not seeming happy when I plucked the joint from Marco’s fingers to have a drag. He let me take it for a few puffs, taking it back when I offered it to him.

“We won’t cause trouble. Might be a good help for security,” Marco mused, and Faris walked over with his arm around some girl’s shoulder.

“I’m happy to play security,” he piped up, and Hunter gave him a flat look.

“Because it went so well the last time you had a job to do at a party. You haven’t even started and you’re already distracted by pussy.”

Faris grumbled, and Skeeter scrubbed a hand over his face with frustration.

“You’re not playing security. You’re fucking leaving before I put bullets in you.”

“You’re such a sour puss,” Marco grunted, but he grabbed his shirt and jacket from the bar close by.

I didn’t understand why Skeeter looked so relieved, but I didn’t question it. If Marco was under his skin, it was better that they left.

Hunter mumbled something to Skeeter, who sneered at him without responding, then Hunter motioned to his guys to leave.

“See you later, Princess,” Marco murmured, pulling his shirt over his head and sliding his arms into his jacket before following Faris out, the girl leaving with them.

Hunter went to say something to me, but Skeeter shot him a dark look, silently telling him not to.

We watched them leave, and I saw Diesel weaving through the crowd to make sure they left and didn’t stick around.

“I don’t like how easily you talk to them,” Skeeter warned, his eyes still on the door they’d left out of.

“He’s just⁠—”

“I know what he’s doing. If you fall for his game and break my trust, there’s no second chances with me. Make sure you understand the severity of that.”

I eyed him, a little hurt and pissed off that he thought they could easily persuade me into their beds.

“You really think I would?” I finally asked, his attention coming to me.

“Can’t blame me for being worried about it after you did the same damn thing with Slash. There’s no coming back from it if it’s them though. You jump on Devil dick, then they can fucking have you.”

“The fuck, Skeet?” Tyler bit out, but he gave me a firm look before stalking off. “What’s his problem?”

“I have no idea. Fuck him. Let’s go and do some shots with the guys,” I grumbled, taking his hand and tugging him through the crowd to find the others.

I stumbled into Jensen’s room, needing five minutes of peace before I lost my shit. I was way too drunk, I should have stopped drinking hours ago, but now that I’d started thinking about Max, I couldn’t turn it off.