Page 59 of Endgame

She looked up at me in shock. “Together?”

What the fuck was I doing?

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Together.”

Rourke

I HAD NO OTHER explanation or valid reason for putting Six in my truck, only that I wanted to stop her from crying.

I didn’t like what her tears did to me or the helpless feeling that had come over me when I realized there was nothing I could do to fix it for her.

I had no fucking clue of where I was taking her. I just knew that the both of us needed some time out from that house.

She was quiet while I drove, deep in her thoughts. Again, I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was running through that mind of hers.

“Tell me about Britt,” she finally said when we were parked after grabbing food from the McDonald’s drive thru.

“Tell you about Britt?” Well, I hadn’t been expecting that question to come out of her mouth. I mulled over how to answer that particular shitbomb as I unwrapped my double cheeseburger.

If Coach found out I was eating this stuff, he’d throw a fit, but Six had perked up the moment the yellow M had come into sight.

“Britt is a girl,” I finally said.

That was all I was willing to say. Britt and I had a very complicated past. She was a touchy subject for me and I didn’t want to expose myself any further to the girl sitting beside me. It felt like Six already knew too much. I felt exposed around her and it fucked with my head.

“Well duh!” She took a bite of a chicken nugget and smirked. “Elaborate, please.”

“Okay. Britt is a girl I occasionally fuck.” I turned to her and smiled. “Better?”

“Not really,” she whispered, dropping her half-eaten nugget back in its box. “Yuck.”

“Yuck.” I snickered and took a bite of my burger.

“The way the guys were talking, they seemed to think there was more between you and her?”

The guys needed to mind their fucking business.Shaking my head, I muttered, “It’s just sex, Six. No biggie.”

“So, you use her?” she asked flatly. “For sex? Ugh. That’s disgusting.”

“What do you want me to say?” I shot back heatedly, unwilling to go there with her. Besides, she had no fucking clue. “You want me to make up some bullshit story and romanticize the situation? Tell you I fuck her because I love her?” I shook my head and sighed, annoyed at myself for losing my temperagain.

“That would be nice,” she shot back. “It would make you sound like less of a jerk.”

I rolled my eyes. “I fuck her because she gives me what I need, when I need it.”

“Do you love her?”

It was a very good question. One I’d been asking myself for a long time now. “That’s none of your business.”

“Come on, Rourke,” Six argued, probing further into shit that had nothing to do with her. “It’s a simple question. You either love her or you don’t.”

I loved her, and she broke me, and because of her, I doubt I’ll ever trust another female again for as long as I live.“I love her pussy,” I said instead.

“You’re sick, Rourke, you know that?”

“What fucking ever, Six.” I finished my burger and rolled the paper up in a ball before tossing it into the back seat. “And trust me, it works both ways. Britt uses me, too.”

“I don’t want to hear anymore,” she muttered in a tone of disgust. “Hanging out with you was a mistake, Rourke. Just take me home.”

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