Page 9 of Crash and Burn
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Rascal
Marley dancingwith Ruger shouldn’t bother me, especially with Trix grinding on my lap, but it does. Trix leans in, kissing my neck. Once upon a time, it would do something to me. Now, it annoys the hell out of me.
“Wanna take this party back to your room?” Her lips graze my ear, making me grit my teeth. I don’t want to turn her down in front of Marley, but I don’t want her in my fucking room.
“Why don’t we go to your room,” I suggest.
I ‘m not interested in that either, but it’ll be easier to leave than to kick her out of my room.
Her eyes light up. “Okay.”
She climbs off my lap, grabbing my hand as I stand. I take a long drag off my pen as we walk down the hall.
“Hey, Ras. Lookin’ good, Trix,” Buzz says. “Come find me when you’re done with Rascal.”
“You can have her now.” I nudge her closer to him. “I’m headin’ to bed.”
“Ras, baby, I can come with you,” Trix whines. I ignore her and walk to my room, locking it behind me. Fucking Trix won’t get a certain brunette with dreadlocks out of my mind. I take my shirt off, tossing it into my dirty clothes hamper, taking my jeans off next. I turn the TV on, but I don’t pay attention to what’s on.
It was one thing seeing Marley in that outfit tonight. Then seeing her dancing with Ruger, both pissed me off and turned me on. Imagining her moving her hips against my dick makes me instantly hard. I make my way into the bathroom, turning the shower on. I wait a couple minutes for it to warm up before stepping in. Remembering the way her sexy as sin body moved so fluidly to the music has me reaching for my dick.
Sliding my hand slowly up and back down, I jerk off imagining Marley’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Before I know it, I’m blowing my load on the shower wall. Nothing was relieving about it. I’m left even more frustrated than I was before. There’s gotta be a way to get her out of my system without fucking her.
I finish my shower and get out, drying off as quickly as possible. Grabbing a pair of sweats, I slide them on and climb into bed. I take one last hit off my pen, turn out the light, and pass out.
* * *
A week has gone by since I saw Marley and Ruger together. She’s holed herself up in her room again, and I haven’t seen her since. Ruger, on the other hand, I’ve seen every day. The Nomads are in town with no sign of leaving any time soon. They do this every so often. They come back to touch base with Prez and catch up with all the brothers. Right now, Ruger and Reaper are taking advantage of the pool tables.
The scent of bacon and pancakes is coming from the kitchen. Walking in, I’m met with Wren, Tink, and Rivet cooking breakfast.
“Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight,” I tease them.
“Too bad none of it’s for you,” Tink tells me.
I grab my chest, feigning heartbreak. “Tink, you wound me.”
“You heal quickly. Now, get out.” She shoos me away.
I walk out of the kitchen with a chuckle, damn near running into Marley. I smirk. “Hey, Princess.”
She glares at me. “What do you want?”
“Why do I have to want something? Can’t I say hi?”
“No,” she clips. I watch as she walks away without another word.
I shake my head. When I turn around, Trix is walking right for me.
“Hey, baby.” She slides her hands up my chest. “Wanna go have some fun?”
“Not right now, Trix. I got shit to do.” It’s a lie, I just don’t want to do shit with her.
She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. “That shit doesn’t work on me, Trix. Now, go on somewhere.”
Trix walks away, sulking until she sees her next victim, Bear. He’s all too happy to entertain her.
