Page 115 of Prince of Pain

Things felt normal just laughing with my best friend, Beckett, and Maddox, and it was nice when Tempest even managed to talk to Beckett without threats being made.

It helped that she only stuck around for a cigarette before wandering off to shower, but that was beside the point.

Once she was gone, Beckett sighed. “I love you, Ry. But you stink. Go shower too, we can wait.”

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head slightly. “You want me to go and shower with her? You’ll be waiting for us for hours.”

“Ugh, I preferred it when you hated each other,” she grumbled.

“I never hated her,” I mumbled. “I hated that I didn’t.”

“I heard about you and Raven,” she said lightly, warning flashing in her eyes as her voice dropped. “Don’t fuck with her. She’s already got three assholes in her life, she doesn’t need a fourth.”

“She needs someone with a cock to take her virginity. She doesn’t seem that fussy about who does it at this point, so why can’t it be me? I’m good in bed.”

“You’re also too rough for her. When you’re sober, sure, maybe you could tone it down and not make it all about you, but I’ve heard a lot of stories from when you’re not sober. You’re selfish and suck at boundaries. Most girls know that about you when they jump in your bed, but Raven? She doesn’t know what she’d be in for. All you’d do is hurt her by accident, or start a war with the guys. It’s not worth it.”

“Pussy is always worth it. Right, Maddox? I mean, Skeet almost fucking shot you for dicking Beck,” I said bitterly, still annoyed that they’d kept it a secret from me.

“Right,” he answered, not bothering to argue. “We heard you had some good races at the track a few weeks ago. I’m sorry we missed it.”

“I was glad you did. Jett beat me all three times, and you would’ve kept me away from Raven,” I teased, letting Jett start rambling about the entire race with excitement.

I thought he would’ve told them, but apparently not.

I’d missed this.

Tempest

I had the world’s longest shower, trying to avoid returning to the living room while Ryder’s family was here.

I’d just smothered myself in moisturizer when Ryder walked into the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. “It’s okay, they’ve gone.”

“I just figured you’d want to spend time alone with them, and I’d only end up picking a fight with Beckett. I texted Mase. He told us to film him some anal cream pies,” I giggled, making him huff.

“Is the prick paying for it?”

“C’mon, Ry. It’s Mase.”

“If he wants a cream pie in your ass, then he can come and give you one himself,” he joked, stripping naked and stepping around me to get in the shower. “And then I’ll charge him for touching you.”

“Good sex is free, it’s the creepy old dudes that would have to pay,” I pointed out, a sigh leaving him as he started washing his hair.

“That’s a bad business plan, baby. I’ll allow Mase and his boys, but that’s it.”

“You don’t get a say in it. Will you charge girls to fuck you?” I challenged.

“Considering I haven't touched anyone else since the hotel, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“That’s because we haven’t left the house for you to find someone. Next party, you’ll be balls deep in someone barely legal.”

He glanced at me, lathering his hair with shampoo. “Are you getting jealous, baby?”

“What? No. I just think if I have to charge, then you do too,” I growled, crossing my arms over my naked chest as if to punish him by cutting off the goods. “Anyway, Mase said they don’t have anything for us until tomorrow, so we’re on our own today.”

“I bet he’s lying to you, and Channing just told him no.”

“Mase wouldn’t lie to me.”

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