Page 7 of Deceptive Games
“I’ll just shower at home,” I answered as I yanked myself away from him, pulling the shirt he’d given me over my head, and heading into the bathroom to at least wipe up the mess between my legs.
I didn’t ask him for pants, and he didn’t offer me any as he tossed me the Corvette keys without a word, but despite his asshole behavior, I still sensed his eyes tracking me closely as if to make sure I was safe.
The feeling remained with me until I’d backed out of the driveway and sped off where he couldn’t see me anymore.
Once I was on the road and alone with my own thoughts, some of the terror started creeping back in.
A cop’s son? A gang member? How the hell did I get out of this?
I couldn’t. I was so fucked.
I blasted the stereo to drown it out, fighting to contain my breakdown until I got home.
The guys were sitting in the kitchen when I walked inside, but I ignored them as I took the stairs two at a time and lockedmyself in my bedroom, taking deep breaths to try and force my emotions down.
I couldn’t break, I had to keep control of myself and make sure the guys didn’t find out what I’d done. Skeeter was right about that.
“Rory?” Caden called through the door, knocking on it lightly. “Are you okay?”
If I didn’t reply, he’d kick the door down to check on me, so I got my shit together and forced a smile so it carried in my voice.
“I’m fine! Sorry, I just need a shower and some fresh clothes, Skeet left me kind of dirty.”
“What happened last night?”
“Nothing important, I just had problems with the Corvette, so Skeet was helping me fix it. No biggie,” I answered, moving towards the bathroom. “I’ll be down later.”
He grumbled but left me alone, and relief filled me as I stripped off and climbed into the shower, washing the evidence of Skeeter’s distraction off me. The cut on my ass stung as the water ran over it, and once I’d scrubbed myself clean and turned the water off, I wrapped myself in a towel.
I didn’t have the energy to get dressed, so I sat on the floor with the towel around me, allowing myself to break a little.
Once I started though, it was hard to stop.
A hand on my shoulder caused me to jump, and my eyes flashed up, expecting Caden, but it was Lukas instead. Worry coated his expression as he squatted in front of me, and he didn’t touch me now that he had my attention.
“I heard you from the hallway. Did someone hurt you?” he asked gently, sighing when I shook my head. “Can you tell me what happened then?”
“I’m fine,” I croaked out, flinching back from him as he lifted a hand to wipe my tears.
“Stay still,” he murmured, trying again. This time, I let his fingers wipe at my cheeks, and more tears fell from the sweet touch. “Hey, whatever it is, I’ve got you.”
“No, you don’t,” I scoffed, trying to sound angry, but the hurt snuck out instead.
“I do. Skeet didn’t knock you up, right?” he asked slowly, and I scowled, swatting his hand away.
“Leave me alone. I mean it.”
“Fuck. He did, didn’t he?”
“No, I just don’t want you in here. We’re not friends, asshole. Get out,” I snapped, but he moved to sit beside me and got comfortable. “Lukas?—”
“I kissed Jensen,” he said randomly, and it took a second for my brain to catch on to what he’d said, my meltdown fading from the abrupt distraction.
“Wait, what?”
He swallowed, not looking at me as he stared at the wall across the room. “I kissed him, and he kissed me back.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, but I was curious about what had happened. Lukas’ mother had put the fear of God into him about liking guys. I remembered her screaming at him when we were kids because one of the other boys at school had given him a flower in the playground.
