Page 93 of Shattered Pieces

One of my hands slid into his hair to grip it as I fucked his throat deeper, and I almost collapsed when I came hard, my legs shaking from the intensity of it.

He continued kissing and licking my cock and balls as I came down from it, self-hatred hitting me with full force. I was so weak when it came to him.

“You just going to watch, or join in?” Marco asked dryly as he stood to wipe his mouth, my eyes shifting to the doorway to find Lukas there with a mix of anger and hurt on his face.

I scowled as I fixed my pants, not expecting the little fucker to swing at me.

“I didn’t really believe it when the guys told me, but I can’t exactly deny it now. You gave me shit for being too scared to come out with Jensen, but you’re hiding in your own fucking closet?” Lukas snapped, making Marco chuckle.

“Skeet’s not in the closet. He just doesn’t like people to know his balls are in my pocket. He’s a bit embarrassed about it.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I bit out, and Marco licked his lips dramatically.

“How about you put your cock back in it? You sure you don’t want me to bend over? For old times’ sake?”

Lukas was staring at me like I was the world’s biggest piece of shit, and I didn’t particularly care about his feelings right now. I’d never lied to him, he’d just never considered the option that I understood because I’d been in his shoes before.

Except instead of an upset mother, I had a crew leader that would have literally killed me for it.

I felt a little better once I’d punched Marco in the face, but that asshole just laughed like I’d tickled him.

“Round two? C’mon, Skeet. Let those feelings out. You’ll feel better once you admit you still love me.”

“You’re acting like I fucked it all up, but it was you!” I threw back, shoving him hard against the wall. “You left. You pretended to have feelings involved. Don’t you fucking dare make it out like I’m the problem here!”

“I did have feelings involved. I fucking lied about playing you, okay?” he snapped, surprising me slightly.

“What?”

“You were obsessed with me, idiot. Do you know how many times we almost got caught? It was going to get you killed, so I lied and said I’d played you to make you stay the fuck away from me.”

I was going to shoot him. My emotions were going haywire, and as much as I wanted to believe him, years of mistrust made me wonder if he was playing me again to drag me back in.

Before I could kill or kiss him, I left the room.

I didn’t make it far before Lukas snagged my arm to stop me, halting my escape.

“Skeet,” I heard Marco call down the hallway, but Lukas snapped at him to fuck off before shoving me into a bedroom and locking the door behind us.

“What the fuck are you—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Lukas was hugging me so tightly that I was pretty sure he was trying to fix all the years worth of damage I had inside me. “Get off me.”

“No.”

“Luke, I’ll knock your fucking teeth down your throat. Get off me.”

He thankfully let go and took a step back, watching me with curiosity. “Marco said your old leader would have killed you. That was for real? He would have murdered you over it? Why did you force me to come to terms with my shit when you’ve had to hide your own?”

“That’s exactly why I did it. I know how soul-crushing it is to be crammed in that damn closet,” I hissed, taking another step back from him. “Your situation was emotional, but not life-threatening.”

“Why did it even matter if you fucked guys?”

I swallowed, sitting on the floor with my back pressed to the wall. I should have pushed him out of the way and left, but something kept me there.

“Things used to be different in the crews. Dating another guy from another crew? That shit would get you executed for being a traitor and for being with a guy. Savage raised me like his son, and there was no way he’d let it slide.”

He sat beside me, nudging my shoulder with his. “So Marco hurt you to make sure that didn’t happen?”

“I don’t fucking know. Everyone thinks I killed a girl out of anger when I walked in to find her with Marco. They thought I’d wanted her, but she was touching him. They had no idea he was mine.”