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“That part is.”

“Okay,” she breathes deeply. She walks toward me, but I shake my head and wait for her to stop. She doesn’t. She reaches for my hand and pulls me down the hallway toward the room. Their blood now coats her hand as she leads me inside the room and toward the bathroom. She doesn’t drop my hand until she’s turning on the shower, and then she turns to face me.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Is that a demand?” I ask her. She nods her head, eyeing the blood covering me from head to toe. I do as she asks and slowly slip out of my clothes and toss them in a pile. She motions for me to get in the shower, and I do. I walk over and climb in as she pulls the curtain closed to give me privacy. I stand under the hot water, letting the blood wash off my body for a long minute. When I pull the curtain back, Feather stands at the sink with a rag in her hand, cleaning my cut.

“You don’t have to do that.” She turns her head to look at me now.

“I want to.”

“You’re not this person, Feather, and I know that. I’ll understand if you need to go.” She slowly lowers her head before bringing her eyes back to mine.

“I’m not going anywhere.” With that, I nod my head and slowly pull the curtain closed once more. I wash quickly, wanting to be with her, and out of the shower. When I step out, she offers me a clean towel which I take and wrap around my waist.

“I think I got it all,” she says as she hangs my cut on the hook behind the door. I walk closer, grabbing her hips in my hands and pulling her back into me. My cock hardens. I need her. I need everything about her.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, Jailbait.”

“Do it.” Before I know it, she’s pulling her jeans down her legs and bending over the sink. I drop the towel and line up behind her, thrusting into her wet heat. I look up, and our eyes lock in the mirror, and all the air escapes my lungs.

And then I realize it.

She’s my everything.

Chapter 26

Feather

Being fucked senseless has taken on a new meaning to me. I don’t think anyone has ever fucked me as hard as Pike has. I can’t say that I don’t love every second of it, either. I do. I like knowing I’m all he wants.

I watch him sit across the room with the guys, a beer in his hand, a half-crocked smile on his face. He isn’t happy. He’s still hurting, but he’s putting on a show for the guys like he always does. I don’t think anything will make what he went through better apart from laying Rooster to rest.

The funeral is tomorrow. My stomach sinks at the thought of Pike having to do this. I hate he has to go through this again. They’ve made plans and have everything set up for the funeral. Pike asked if I’d ride with him, and I agreed. Of course, I agreed. How could I tell him no? I can’t.

“You seem to be thinkin’ awful hard over here.” I look up when I hear Pike’s voice closer to me now. He stands in front of me, looking as perfect as ever, and I find myself taking him in.

“Not much.”

“Doesn’t look that way,” he disagrees as he brings his bottle to his lips. “Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I’m just worried about you.”

“What about me?”

“Everything. Tomorrow is going to be hard on you.” Before I can say anything further, we hear yelling from outside.

“Feather! Feather!” Is that? No, that can’t be him. Blake isn’t stupid enough to show up here. I stand from my seat and stare at the door as if it may just jump from the hinge when I hear the voice once more.

“Are you shittin’ me? The dumbass came back?” Pike asks before he starts for the door. I walk quickly behind him as the others follow, too. Pike throws the door open to find none other than Blake standing there looking like a strung-out junkie. I don’t know what the hell he’s been doing with his life or what kind of drugs he’s been taking, but he looks terrible.

“I need her back. I’ll give you whatever you want. I just need her back,” he slurs from his obvious drunken state. The guys chuckle and laugh as I stand here staring at the man who used to use me to his advantage. I should punch him. The thought is strong, so I storm past Pike and I pull back my fist and slam it into his face, causing the guys to laugh harder.

“Get his ass, Jailbait!” Mask yells as Pike laughs.

“He deserves what he gets,” Pike adds. My hand aches from the first hit, but when Blake looks at me with rage in his eyes, I step back, but not before Pike steps in the middle. He stands in between me and Blake, his fists balled at his sides.

“You might wanna rethink how you look at her,” he growls low in his throat.

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