Page 22 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

I took the whiskey from Tyler as he offered it to me, taking a long drink before noticing Slash was watching me again, my eyes narrowing defensively.

“The fuck are you staring at?”

He grinned like I was the most amusing person he’d ever spoken to. “I see why Holloway’s boys like you. You’ve got fire, babe.”

I calmed as Tyler’s lips moved across my neck as he nibbled my skin, his method of distracting me working perfectly. The high caused my skin to tingle from his touch, my heart rate increasing as I closed my eyes, savoring the euphoric sensations.

If he’d asked me to fuck him right now in front of everyone, I probably would have, my body craving his touch.

“You want another line before we head back out? I want to dance with you some more,” he murmured in my ear, and Slash lined up again before I could respond, handing me the rolled-up bill.

I thanked him and snorted the line, saying goodbye before allowing Tyler to lead me down the hallway and back towards the party.

I gave him a small frown of confusion once we were away from Slash and I could talk more freely. “He’s with the Psychos?”

“Slash Russo is the leader of the Bloody Psychos. Skeet’s his right-hand man,” he said over his shoulder. “You’re lucky Slash was in a forgiving mood tonight, he’s killed people before for much less than calling him a cunt. Man’s a little trigger-happy if you ask me.”

“Who knew you rich folk could sink as low as hanging out with criminals. Does Caden’s mommy know?” I scoffed, earning a swat to the ass.

“Keep your opinions to yourself before you get us both in trouble. Josie doesn’t like us associating with them, no.”

He steered me towards an empty spot to dance and pulled me against him, my body buzzing as his hand slipped up the back of my shirt to tease my heated skin. The high rode through me and boosted my confidence as “ Na Na” by Trey Songz boomed through the speakers, our bodies grinding together as one.

Tyler groaned as I turned around to dance against him, rubbing my ass against his groin in a way I never would have before. This kind of behavior was asking for trouble, but Tyler would keep me safe from anyone else.

Maybe the coke was the reason for my recklessness, but Tyler made me want to risk it all.

His hands clamped onto my waist as he moved with me, my head dropping back as I put my arms up, running my fingers through his short hair. It felt amazing between my fingers, my senses going into overdrive between the music and Tyler’s body against mine.

His dick dug into me the more I danced, his breath fanning over my neck as he placed open-mouth kisses below my ear.

I giggled when Lukas’ unamused face was suddenly in mine, my hands itching to reach out and toy with his hair too. I knew how soft it was.

“Are you high?” he snapped, another giggle breaking free from me as I grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him against my front, sandwiching me between them.

“ Super fucking high, Lukey Poo.”

“Dammit, Rory. I can’t leave you alone for five fucking minutes?” he growled with frustration, but I closed my eyes and put my hands on his waist, moving against him as the music pulsed through me.

“I wasn’t alone, I was with Ty. Dance with us?” His clothes felt good in my hands, and I slipped my fingers underneath to touch his skin. It was cool compared to mine, and I couldn’t help but push my hands higher under the material.

I wanted to press my face against it to cool down.

“No,” he hissed, shoving my hands off him and fixing his shirt. “Ty, what the fuck, man?” he bit out angrily, but Tyler just groaned as he pulled me back against his chest firmly, burying his face in my neck again.

“She’s having fun, leave her alone.”

“Leave her alone? She’s already knocked Claire out, gotten high on fuck knows what, and drank a lot more than I fucking gave her. You?—”

“Bad boy powder,” I laughed, making him frown with confusion.

“Huh?”

“I got high on bad boy powder. You guys get the good shit, I feel awesome,” I sighed contently, grinding against Tyler, who bit my neck firmly, nearly making me come as sensations burst through me.

I needed his hands in my pants pronto.

Lukas gave him a filthy look before stomping off, but I forgot about it fast as my hands reached back and ran down Tyler’s front until I palmed the bulge in his pants.

His teeth bit into my neck harder as he grunted, and he finally snaked one of his hands down my front and dipped his fingers into my shorts to touch me.

I held my breath as I waited for the contact that my body was screaming for, but just as his fingers brushed against my clit, they were yanked away.

My eyes opened and collided with Caden’s as he smirked in front of me.

“Hey, baby. Are you two going to fuck right here in the middle of the living room?”

I scowled, stumbling as I pushed him back slightly. I was more fucked up on alcohol and powder than I thought, my balance going to shit.

“Fuck off, Caden. Go back to Claire.”

He raised an eyebrow in question and his hand wrapped around my throat with a gentle squeeze, somehow making me horny in the process.

Agitation rolled through me as he gave me a cruel grin though.

“Are you jealous, Aurora?”

“She can keep her skanky hands to herself,” I growled, his grip tightening a fraction as he tugged me closer, his lips so close to mine that if I stuck my tongue out, I could lick him.

“You think I’d want her riding my fucking cock? Are you angry that you’d miss out?”

I glared at him through the drug-induced haze, trying hard to focus on him.

“You can fuck whoever you want, but you can stay the hell away from me.”

I tried to pull back, but his expression softened, along with his voice. “You’re an idiot if you think I’d want Claire on my dick instead of you, Aurora.”

Then he kissed me with so much passion that I almost ended up on my fucking ass.

I wanted to push him away, but his lips felt good against mine, the taste of whiskey bursting on my tongue as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

My skin shivered as his hand moved from my throat and up under my shirt instead, his fingers fanning out across my warm skin as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

When he moved back, he peered into my eyes with a smirk. “Did Ty get you high?”

“I got myself high, Ty just put me in the right room,” I grinned, jumping when Tyler swatted my ass firmly with a chuckle. I’d forgotten he was behind me.

“I’ll get you high on me later, babe. It’ll hit you so hard that you’ll be passed out in no time.” He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back against him to dance, and he went back to kissing my neck as he and Caden pressed me between them.

My hands roamed Caden’s chest, and I let out a moan as his thigh slipped between my legs for me to grind on.

I looked across the room to find Jensen and Skeeter watching us from the kitchen, and I gave Jensen a playful wink before throwing my arms around Caden’s neck, his mouth dipping down to kiss me hard.

He nibbled on my lip teasingly before pulling back, letting Tyler tilt my head at an awkward angle to kiss me too.

Skeeter

“What’s the deal with her? You all fucking her?” I asked as I watched Aurora grind between Tyler and Caden, her long, black hair tangling in Caden’s fingers as Tyler trailed kisses down her neck from behind.

I’d known exactly who she was when I saw her outside with Jensen, but I didn’t like people knowing how easily I could get information.

Max Donovan was a thorn in Ashburn Valley’s side, acting like he held some kind of importance here. He was nothing, never had been, and no amount of money would change that. He’d tried to strike deals with some of our contacts in the past, which was how I knew about his daughter.

He’d tried to use her as a bargaining chip to get out of debt before, but most of the local crews didn’t trade in flesh these days.

Word traveled fast about his fall from grace, and we’d kept tabs on him to make sure he didn’t cause us any trouble.

Obviously, I’d missed how hot his daughter had become. The last time I’d seen her was a few years ago when she beat someone bloody at one of our illegal cage fighting events, but she’d stopped coming after that.

We’d banned kids from fighting when Slash became our leader five years ago.

Jensen watched her through hooded eyes beside me, not glancing at me as he replied. “It’s complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it. You’re banging her, they’re banging her, how about Lukas? Is he tapping that ass too?”

He finally met my gaze, irritation reflecting in his eyes. “You have no fucking clue what’s going on, Skeet. Stay out of it. Why do you give a shit, anyway? You get enough pussy.”

I didn’t give a fucking shit, I just wanted to know who was sticking their dicks in her because I knew everything that went on in Ashburn Valley.

That was my story anyway, and I was sticking to it.

My crew ran this town, other than the docks which was enemy territory, so I always made it my business to know information about people. Everyone was a potential threat, and other crews regularly tried to stake their claim.

I returned my attention to Rory, my eyes running down the length of her body as she winked at Jensen before kissing Caden as if they were starring in some raunchy porno.

She was hot, and she’d definitely caught my attention. That was bad news for her.

“Stay away from her, alright? She’s our toy to play with,” Jensen stated when he noticed my attention on her, and I couldn’t stop my snort of disbelief.

Did he actually believe that they were just playing with her? I’d known these guys for years, so I knew how they acted around girls.

They didn’t keep them around for long, and they sure as fuck didn’t get defensive about them.

I’d found Slash upstairs when I’d come inside, and he’d told me that Tyler had gotten her high on the good shit, so I knew for a fact that she wasn’t a toy. She meant something to them, there was no denying it.

I’d seen her flinch when I’d moved to shake her hand earlier, so I also knew that she wasn’t one of those girls who got on her fucking back as a side hobby. She was timid as fuck, so they must have taken their time to warm her up to the idea first.

Most of my information about her was mainly about her father, but I knew she’d been in trouble at her previous school for fighting. Apart from that, her name wasn’t passed around the streets, which meant she kept her legs and mouth shut, or I’d have heard about it.

She didn’t seem too shy now though as she palmed Holloway’s dick through his pants. Our cocaine could make a fucking nun hump the wall, so I wasn’t really surprised to see her rubbing against them as she rode out the high.

For a split second, I wondered how she’d feel sinking over my cock as she bounced on my lap, her tits in my face as her skin flushed. She’d look so pretty with tears sliding down her cheeks as I left my mark on her.

Jensen moved in front of me, a scowl on his face. “What’s your sudden interest in her? Seriously, man. Lay off this shit and look for pussy elsewhere. She’s ours.”

I wasn’t full of myself or anything, but if I really wanted to take her, I could. Whether it was by kidnapping or my charismatic charm, I’d get her.

Either way, I’d have her tied up at my place with my dick in her.

“If she’s just a piece of ass, what’s the problem, Gilbert? I think she’d look real pretty on her knees with my dick jammed down her fucking throat,” I taunted, the mental image almost being enough to make me come in my pants. She was hiding a dark side behind those pretty baby blues, I could tell.

I scared her a little, but the rush of danger could tempt even the saintliest of angels.

“The problem is that she’s our piece of ass.

You’ve got plenty of your own crew whores down at the Shed, so how about sticking your dick in them instead,” he snapped back at me, but I could see the worry on his face.

He should’ve been more worried about Rory finding out about him calling her a piece of ass from what I’d gathered.

I might not have attended Ashburn Valley Academy, but I heard gossip. There were whispers that the guys were playing her big time for some reason, but that was none of my fucking business.

I’d let them sink themselves and watch it play out. Rich boy drama was always amusing.

I chuckled, swigging my beer and looking back at Rory as the guys started leading her out of the room, their hands and lips all over each other.

“I don’t know about you, Gilbert, but I think you or Lukas should be keeping a better eye on your boys. They’re getting a bit frisky with the little lamb.”

It was an easy distraction, and he cursed, blurting out a goodbye before chasing after them like a mother hen. He was definitely going to stop them from having their way with her while she was so intoxicated.

He claimed that she was just a piece of ass? What fucking bullshit.