Page 92 of Shattered Pieces

Hunter was already dragging Marco towards the stairs, and I caught the tail end of the conversation when we caught up.

“No, I fucking told you to stay away tonight. You think hanging out here with Ty while he gets fucked up is a good idea? Are you high too?” Hunter snapped, and Marco shoved him off.

“I had a joint on the way here. Back off, man. I’m not working, so why can’t I be here?”

“You’re causing trouble. We have enough of that already.”

“It’s not my problem if Skeet’s an uptight prick.”

“This is why he punches you every time you go near him. Stop it.”

“Make me.”

Skeeter scoffed, drawing their attention as they got to the top of the stairs.

“You two are ridiculous.”

“Hey, baby,” Marco purred, yelping when Hunter smacked the back of his head firmly.

“Get going. I mean it. I don’t need this fucking shit tonight, man.”

Skeeter walked the rest of the way up the stairs and scruffed the back of Marco’s collar like a naughty cat, glaring at Hunter.

“You stay with Holloway. I need to talk to Marco.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, and Hunter looked skeptical too, but he let Marco go and turned to me. “So, good birthday?”

Skeeter dragged Marco off to his room, and I cringed. “I’ll get back to you on that once everyone’s safely in their own beds.”

Thankfully, Hunter was more than happy to head down to Diesel to hang out while we waited, so at least he wasn’t sneaking around my damn house like a snake.

Skeeter

“Hey, at least kiss me a little first. Foreplay’s important,” Marco chuckled as I dragged him into the room Josie had given me and shut the door, shoving him back against it and jabbing a finger against his chest.

“You’re not cute, asshole. Stop being a nuisance. What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded, swatting his hand away when he tried to grab my jacket to bring me closer.

“You think I’m adorable. Are you jealous I came to play with Ty? Aw, I can play with you too.”

“Marco, enough.”

“I love it when you fight me. Makes me so fucking hard,” he answered, not hesitating to cup my junk through my jeans. “Looks like you like it too.”

“Knock it off,” I growled, grabbing both his wrists and pinning them to the wall beside his head. “You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in you.”

“You can put something else in me,” he smirked, arching his body towards me. “Go on, spin me around. You know you want to.”

“You don’t know shit.”

“No?” he chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick my lip, telling me I’d leaned closer at some point without realizing. “I think I do. You want to hate-fuck the hell out of me. You’re angry and turned on at the same time. That pisses you off more, doesn’t it? Knowing one look at me makes your cock happy.”

“This isn’t a game. You can’t fuck with my life then stroll back in like nothing happened. You’re nothing to me, you made sure of that,” I spat, letting go of one of his wrists to grab his throat. “You’re not going to win whatever you think this is.”

“You sure about that, baby?” he murmured, nipping my lower lip and popping the button on my jeans. My entire body practically melted when he slid his hand into my boxers and wrapped his fingers around my cock, my brain trying to remind me that this couldn’t happen, but my body was on board. It always was when he was involved.

His teeth sank into my jaw playfully as he stroked me, my hand around his throat tightening a fraction before I kissed him hard. It was an angry kiss, one that had him groaning into my mouth as he worked his hand faster. My other hand released his wrist, and he instantly pushed my jeans off my hips to stroke me better.

“Fuck,” I growled, pushing him back to stop this from going further, but then he was on his knees with his mouth around my cock, the last piece of clarity leaving my brain. The thing I’d always loved about Marco was he liked it rough, so I wasn’t concerned when I braced an arm against the wall and thrust down his throat hard and fast, his hands toying with my balls and thighs.