Page 82 of Deceptive Games
“Hey, if it isn’t my fairy blow daddy. Hook me up so I can get high.”
“Don’t call me that,” Skeeter scowled, releasing my throat and turning to glare at him. “Money talks, but your mouth doesn’t have to.”
Tyler snickered, motioning to the stairs, and I let them wander off to do their deal without me.
“Happy Birthday, Donovan,” Diesel smiled, holding a bottle of whiskey out. “As promised.”
“You’re the best,” I groaned, accepting it and twisting the cap to down some, making him raise an eyebrow.
“Rough day?”
“Something like that. Did you guys have a good day?” I asked, offering it to him.
“It wasn’t too bad once Slash agreed not to go on a run with us. He was in a piss-poor mood all morning and I was sick of his shit,” he grumbled, taking the bottle for a swig before handing it back. “Don’t think his day got any better either. He trashed the office when we got back this afternoon.”
I swallowed, knowing the mood he was in personally. “What set him off?”
“Skeet and him were arguing all morning. Skeet would only go on a job if Slash didn’t, and Slash didn’t like that,” he shrugged. “I need to set up and make some money. Come find me later.”
“Will do,” I said brightly, waiting for him to leave before noticing the guys had all wandered off too.
I took the time to slip outside, walking down to the pool to have a cigarette, and I wasn’t surprised when Lukas appeared a few seconds later. I couldn’t exactly blame them for keeping an eye on me after I’d snuck off from the last big party and gotten kidnapped.
“I told them the big party was dumb,” Lukas chuckled, sitting on the chair close by and patting his lap. I hesitated before moving towards him, straddling his lap and getting comfortable as I smoked.
He stole it from me and took a drag, my hand dropping to his stomach as my other gripped the bottle so I could have a mouthful before replying. “The party was a nice idea.”
“Just not your idea of fun,” he grinned, offering my cigarette back.
I shrugged, feeling awkward. “They could’ve bought pizza and beer and I would’ve been just as happy.”
“I know. Something’s eating at you. You’re hiding it pretty good, but I can tell.”
My stomach soured, and I knew I hadn’t kept my thoughts off my face from the way he was watching me.
“I just don’t really care for my birthday, that’s all,” I lied, tossing my cigarette butt aside and leaning forward to tuck my face into the crook of his neck, being careful not to tip the bottle all over him. His arms circled me, holding me as he shuffled to get comfortable.
“Next year we’ll do it your way. We can hang out at Jensen's and eat junk while watching bad movies.”
“Sounds like a dream,” I admitted, closing my eyes as he dropped a kiss on my head.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I wanted to tell him, but how could I? I’d been kissing Slash right back, rubbing on him like a fucking cat.
I knew I wasn’t technically dating the guys, but it still felt wrong.
“I’m fine.”
“You come and find me if you want to talk about it,” he said seriously, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. He looked so concerned, and I leaned forward to give him a soft kiss.
One of his hands slid into my hair to keep me close, but he didn’t demand more from me, just taking what I was giving him.
“You two snuck off to fuck? Rude,” Jensen teased, dropping onto the chair beside us and taking my bottle. “Pretend I’m not even here. I’ll just watch.”
“You’re an asshole,” Lukas grumbled, pulling back and eyeing him.
“I’m joking. Sort of. Caden was looking for you, Rory. He wants to do cake,” Jensen answered, making me recoil.
