Page 110 of Prince of Pain

“Nah, he’s not my type,” he teased, making me giggle. He was quiet for a while before speaking again, his tone serious. “Are you two doing okay?”

“We’re fine, why?”

“Everyone’s just worried about you, that’s all.”

“You should be more worried about Raven. You know she almost came home with us from the track that time, right?”

It was sort of a lie but a half truth.

“The night Ryder fucking kissed her?” he asked bitterly, annoyance flashing across his face. “She’d never go home with someone like him, and she’s not into girls, so you’re out of luck.”

“You know what girls like Raven want? To fit in. Ryder can smooth talk a nun, so Raven? It’s not that hard. A few pretty words, an ego boost, and an orgasm can make anyone chase you. Ryder’s the best, and he had her eating out of the palm of his hand. They were practically fucking against the wall, you know?”

“What is it with you two picking fights out of boredom?”

“I’m not picking a fight. If you get mad though, feel free to hate-fuck me or something,” I smirked, leaning closer. “You can get as rough as you like with me, remember?”

“I thought your pussy was on fire.”

“It is but I’ll get over it.”

“You’re worse than me. I didn’t know that was even possible,” he muttered, wincing as Ryder cursed from the bathroom. “I’m surprised it took your dad so long to shoot him, to be honest.”

“Dad’s a piece of shit. He can’t just walk into someone’s house and shoot them,” I huffed, tilting my head. “Where’s Raven, anyway?”

“Tagging walls with Reid.”

“She likes to graffiti stuff?”

“Not much else to do in the Heights,” he answered dryly. “Making a lot of money with porn? Someone said you’re doing custom work.”

“It’s been slow, but it’s building. We’ve been having fun making content, at least,” I winked, pulling my phone out to find my account. “I think Ry’s getting pretty into it.”

“I don’t blame him. Free rein in the bedroom and being paid for it? You two are couple’s goals,” he joked, taking the phone from my hands as I offered it to him. “Have you two even left the house? This is a lot of content in a short amount of time.”

I laughed, leaning back to get comfortable as he scrolled. “No. We just get high and fuck, then pass out for a day before doing it again.”

He hummed but didn’t say anything, finally handing the phone back. “Your content looks good. Should make you money if you keep it up. Just take a bunch of Ry’s cum to the face and pussy and you’ll be fine.”

“That’s the plan,” I replied, explaining the wide range of shit we’d been intending on doing while we waited for Zavier and Ryder to be done.

I felt a little let down that Logan wasn’t interested in fucking, but he couldn’t pass up a conversation about sex. The man lived and breathed pussy.

Ryder looked pissed when he joined us again, and Zavier didn’t look too happy either.

“He’s a terrible patient,” Zavier muttered, giving me a dirty look. “And I heard you talking about Raven. Don’t.”

Ryder smirked but didn’t say anything about it, sitting beside me and sliding an arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for stopping by, guys.”

“I think you should pay me for my time,” Zavier scowled, and I licked my lips.

“Come over here then. I’ll blow you to show my appreciation.”

“No wonder you two ended up together. Two sex maniacs who don’t know when to stop,” he replied and motioned for Logan to leave. “If you get shot again, call an ambulance or your mom, Ry. We’re not a charity.”

Ryder didn’t reply, too busy hauling me onto his lap to shove his tongue down my throat, and Zavier scoffed as they left, my shirt already off by the time the door closed.

Ryder was worse than me for sure.

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