Page 33 of Frenemies

I eyed him as he stepped up and wrapped his fingers around the bars. “Spider was Chase’s creation.”

“So?”

“So,” he tipped his head, locking his stare on mine. “There is no Spider without Chase.”

Fucking Tanner and his goddamn logic. Now, I couldn’t get what he said out of my head. There is no Spider without Chase. What kind of bullshit was that, and why did it bother me so much?

I should be worried about other things, like getting the hell out of here and ending this war, instead of something that dumb shit said.

I didn’t even take my chance when I had it. Gun or not, I could’ve overpowered Derek when he led me to the shower room. But did I? No.

I was too busy thinking about other crap. The prick was even ready for me to try something. He had his hand on his holster the whole way down the hall.

Fuck it, I guess. May as well enjoy this. It felt like forever since I was able to do anything myself. Yeah, sure, I was still locked in here, but at least I was alone. None of the boys were here to bother me. Naomi wasn’t bitching from the corner, and there was just me and the tiled walls.

I stripped off my clothes and dropped them on a bench by the door. This was a typical prison shower. A big white room with a drain in the center of the floor and about ten heads on the wall, I chose the one farthest from the door.

Feeling the warm water cascade over my aching muscles was so much better than the sponge baths Naomi insisted on giving me. Though I did enjoy the way her nails raked across my skin, and she smelled a lot better than this place. All sweet and warm, with just the right amount of bitchy.

“God damnit.” I slammed my fist against the wall and shook my head.

I needed to get Naomi out of my head. That resting bitch face and sparkling green eyes haunted my thoughts. Maybe I should fuck someone? Tanner could probably arrange something. Hell, the guy probably already had a couple of chicks on speed dial. But would that matter? Random pussy didn’t help before.

It did give me a modicum of satisfaction, though. Something my body had been screaming for from the second Naomi walked into my cell.

My dick twitched as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked my shaft.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned and squeezed my throbbing cock.

Jerking off wasn’t anywhere near as good as the real thing. Then again, nothing was. Didn’t mean I was gonna stop, but it was easier to focus on the images in my mind when I wasn’t being distracted by some moaning bitch.

I slapped my other hand on the wall and dug my fingers into the tile while imagining it was Naomi’s ass burning my palm. The way she looked bent over my counter with her perfectly painted lips curled in a sneer was still one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing!’

‘What your daddy should’ve.’

My hand smacked against the wall, along with the squeals echoing in my mind. I could feel her ass jiggle. See the way her hips moved and how her mouth parted in shallow gasps. I never wanted to fuck anyone as I did her that day.

If Riley wasn’t there, I’d have thrown her in my tattoo chair, ripped her panties off with my teeth, and taken her hard. What would she have done if I did? Would she have fought me, or would my tempting little princess get on her knees like a good girl?

Fuck me. There was an image.

I let out a long groan and pumped myself harder. Almost there. I could feel that tingle rising from the base of my spine.

“Oh my God.”

Fuck.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor behind me caused me to let out a huff and grumble under my breath. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?”

“Oh, please,” Naomi snarled. “You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”

Fantasy was definitely better than the real thing.

My dick didn’t give a shit that we were interrupted. If anything, the fucker was happy. Jumping up and down like the goddamn Easter bunny had brought him chocolate, and he couldn’t wait to dive in.

Muttering out a curse, I spun, prepared to tell her to fuck off, then stopped dead in my tracks.

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