Page 10 of The Secret's Out

Still, they tried and when they did, it didn’t fuckin’ look good.

They’d wrap their bodies around me, touch me and fuck with me. So when my brothers saw it, they all thought I was dippin’ into their snatches.

I swear even Pick thought it.

He’d seen it one day when Mindy had unexpectedly turned up. Pick walked in at the wrong time when Mindy had grabbed my hand and led it to her soaking panties under her short skirt. He soon walked straight back out, so he hadn’t seen me push her away.

Hell, I hadn’t been with anyone in a fuckin’ long time. My cock was aching for a sweet, tight hole, but all I gave it was my hand and images of two people.

Motherfuckin’ Christ. I needed to change that. I needed to get laid or the next month or so was gonna be harder than I imagined.

Shakin’ all thoughts from my head as we hit the city was best or else I’d end up as road kill and I couldn’t have that, not when I had some shitheads to deal with.

Caden—dammit—Pick pulled up to a nice looking hotel. He slipped off his bike, pulled his helmet and gloves off and walked to the entrance. I wasn’t far behind, so I heard him ask, “Two rooms.”

The receptionist smiled seductively up at him. He was a tall fucker. I hated the way she licked her lips. “I’m sorry, sir, we only have one room available.”

Of fucking course they did.

Shit.

His hands clenched at his sides. “There another hotel around?” he asked.

“Yes, but I presume they’re all booked as well. There’s a book signing going on at the moment. A lot of authors have travelled to Melbourne for it.”

Fuck.

“Fine,” Pick hissed through clenched teeth. “We’ll take the room.”

The bitch licked her lips again. “I, um, if your friend wants to stay in the room, I have a spare room for you at my house.”

Jesus. It was my turn to clench my hands into fists so I didn’t reach over the counter to slap the slut.

Pick’s body tensed. “No. Just the room.”

Take fuckin’ that, you stupid whore.

She pouted. “I’m sure I could make your stay in Melbourne more...pleasurable.”

Not being able to stop myself, I stepped up to the desk and growled, “Do you usually offer yourself up for customers? What would your boss think of that? I didn’t know hookers were branching out and working day shifts in fuckin’ hotels now.”

She blanched, her once red cheeks turned ghostly white. “Right, one room and how long will you both be staying?”

“Don’t know,” Caden answered. I stepped back, glad he was the one to answer because I would have said something else she wouldn’t like.

“It’s one hundred and thirty a night.” She smirked. The bitch changed her ‘tude and looked at us from head to toe, probably thinkin’ we wouldn’t be able to afford it.

“That’s fine.” Pick sighed.

“Great.” She turned to get a paper that just printed out and in that time, Caden looked over his shoulder at me. I glared. “Just sign here,” the woman said. Pick did. “Thank you, you’ll be in room 209 and I hope you enjoy your stay,” she said only to Caden.

In silence, we went out to our bikes, parked them under the hotel in their car park and took the lift to the fourth floor.

Once in the room, that held a small kitchenette and lounge, the room off to the side which no doubt held the bathroom in with it, I said, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Fine.” His short reply pissed me off and when he walked off to the bedroom saying nothing else, I found myself furious.

Yeah. The month was gonna be fuckin’ hell.

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