Page 160 of Shattered Pieces

“You want the details now?” When he gave me a look, I snickered. “It wasn’t anything crazy. Just a bunch of dry humping until she pulled my dick out, slid her panties aside, and rubbed my cock on her clit to make us both come. I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life, and I didn’t even have sex with her.”

“I fucking hate you,” he said dryly, his attention going to the door when there was a knock. I let him answer it since it was probably Diesel, and I went to the bathroom to check on the others.

I poked my head inside the door, finding Tyler fucking her against the shower wall with a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, and she was lucky Diesel was here or I’d be kicking my boxers off and joining them.

One tiny taste had turned me fucking crazy.

“D’s here,” I said, Tyler glancing over his shoulder without stopping his thrusts.

“Give us a few minutes.”

“Plural? Impressive. I took you as a thirty seconds kind of man,” I joked, laughing as he flipped me off. “Just hurry up. Don’t leave me unsupervised with D for long.”

I shut the door and headed back to the kitchen, getting the side-eye from Diesel.

“Where’s Rory and Ty?” he asked suspiciously.

“Fucking in the shower. Just poked my head in and got an eyeful,” I grinned, motioning for him to go and check himself.

Unsurprisingly, he declined, his voice flat. “Respect their privacy. Rory wouldn’t appreciate you snooping on her while she’s naked.”

The look Hunter threw my way told me to keep my mouth shut, and as difficult as it was, I did as I was told.

Rory appeared with wet hair and one of my shirts on a few moments later, not trusting me with Diesel, and I could tell he wasn’t happy about the shirt. He was going to lose it about the whole coming on her pussy thing for sure if a shirt pissed him off.

Diesel

Something felt off. Hunter looked tense, Marco didn’t, and Rory looked slightly guilty but determined.

“What happened?” I asked, her eyes instantly flicking to Marco with a frown. Marco didn’t share the same vibe as her. If anything, he looked smug. Content, almost.

“I need to talk to you,” Rory replied in a scratchy voice, giving the guys a dirty look. “Alone.”

“What did they do?” I bit out, and Hunter put his hands up.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I came on your girlfriend,” Marco said randomly, earning a smack to the back of the head from Hunter, and a scowl from Rory. I was pretty sure he wasn’t joking.

“Like, while she was sleeping? I need context so I know whether to kill you or not,” I answered sharply, Rory’s eyes sliding to mine.

“I’m not going to make excuses. I was drunk and cold, so I got a little too touchy feely with Marco. He’s not to blame for this, so if you need to yell at someone⁠—”

“I’m not going to yell at you,” I said seriously, the thought of taking my frustration out on her just making me feel sick. “Start from the beginning, and define touchy feely.”

I was starting to think they’d fucked from the way Marco was looking at her.

Just how drunk had she been? She seemed to be remembering the whole thing, which was good. If things were fuzzy, I would have beaten the hell out of him for taking advantage of her.

I stayed quiet as Marco took over explaining it all to save Rory’s voice, and it was really hard not to punch him in the face. It sounded like she was the one that got his damn cock out in the first place, not him.

“C’mon, I’ll give you one free shot at me,” Marco joked when he was done, falling back off his chair when I slammed my fist into his face as hard as I could. Rory winced but stayed out of it, and Marco cackled. “Feel better?”

“I need to process this,” I said firmly, noticing Rory’s face fall. “Not in a breaking up kind of way, but the kind that stops Marco from getting his face pulverized.”

Why did I say that? I should have broken it off with her, she’d messed around with one of my crew’s enemies, but the thought of leaving her made my chest ache.

“It won’t happen—” she started, but I cut her off.