Page 40 of Wicked Truths

Oakley does her best to stay as quiet as possible, while Marcus makes it his mission to make her scream.

I’m an equal opportunity human fucker.

I like all the bodies because it’s more about the soul for me.

I can’t even lie.

I usually don’t know people well enough to give a fuck about their soul. I’m just equal opportunity when it comes to pleasure.

Hawk retreats to his bunk to lament his life choices as soon as the bus starts moving. We’ll be in a new city by the time we wake up.

Since there’s a partition between us and the driver, we can watch TV legally while the bus is in motion.

I swivel my chair to watch the horror movie Sullivan picked out. I snort, wondering if he chose it in hopes it would drown out Oakley’s begging moans. If so, it’s kind of working.

We watch in companionable silence and eventually finish off the better part of a twelve pack of disgusting American ale. I normally don’t drink, in fact, I’ve often no taste for it these days. However, it’s a bonding rite, so here we are.

Sullivan grunts, dropping his empty bottle on the end table next to the couch.

My head tilts, listening for Marcus and Oakley. Either the movie is blocking most of it, or they finally settled down.

“You’ve got to give him an A for effort. She was clearly enjoying herself.” My eyes flick to the clock on the wall. “And for stamina too.” I snort at the sour look on Sullivan’s face.

He raises a hand, flipping me off, and it makes me practically giddy. It’s easy as fuck to get under his skin. It keeps life interesting between our shows.

The door opens, and Oakley pads out in bare feet. My nose twitches despite our distance. She always smells exceptionally sweet. She’s wearing a big ass T-shirt and not much else if I had to guess. She jolts when she spots us staring her down, but she continues over to the fridge. She clicks it open, bending to grab a couple water bottles.

I swivel until I get a nice view of Marcus’s shirt riding up the back of her creamy thighs. Speaking of creamy. I can’t help but wonder if she’s full of his cum. On one hand, that’s a disaster waiting to happen, on the other, I wouldn’t mind fucking her full of my cum too.

The refrigerator door closes and Oakley spins around. She gives an awkward little wave that kind of makes me want to eat her alive. I’d definitely settle for licking her sweet cunt. I don’t give a fuck if she tastes like another alpha. It would bother me zero percent.

“Have a good night,” she mumbles, spinning around and aiming for the back bedroom.

Sullivan sighs like a grumpy old man as the door closes.

I quirk an eyebrow. “What’s the problem? Having regrets you fucked off for too long and someone else swooped in?”

“Please fuck off,” he says, but he doesn’t deny my statement. “It’s complicated, and it’s none of your business.”

Well, he’s got me there, but I also have to live with the ramifications of whatever goes down because of their relationship or lack thereof.

“Then uncomplicate it,” I suggest. “Or I guess move on and then both of you can stay miserable forever.”

“It’s not that simple,” he grunts, swiping a tattooed hand over his face.

“Isn’t it? It seems to me you’re making shit more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” he mutters. “I’ve had feelings for Oakley for as long as I can remember, but that doesn’t make everything else fall into place.”

I frown, trying to make sense of his rambling. Maybe I’m drunker than I thought because if I had real feelings for a chick who looks like that, and also loves music as much as I do, then I would have wifed the fuck out of her by now. But that’s just me.

I nod. “Ahh, I get it. You’re one of those altruistic assholes who lives for the suffering. You’ll never be good enough for her, so instead you’ll make the both of you miserable while you pine in silence.”

“That’s not it,” he snaps, but I’m not buying what he’s selling. Not even a little bit. At this point I wouldn’t put a down payment on the bullshit he’s peddling. “It’s not,” he repeats more firmly.

“Okay.” I shrug. “I guess that’s between you and God. You’ll continue to mope around until Marcus either fucks up and she needs a shoulder to cry on, or they realize they’re in it for the long haul and she moves on from your indecisive ass.”

“I’m not indecisive. She’s everything. God, that sounds pathetic when I say it out loud, but we’ve been friends for fifteen years! If I were going to be with anyone it would be her, but I don’t even know if that’s possible.”

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