Page 16 of Prince of Pain

“Beats me.”

“I mean this in a nice way, but you’ve gotta go home,” he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “We’ve got something to take care of and it’s best that you don’t know what it is.”

I was used to that. A lot of the guys I fucked around with had dodgy business going on, and he was right, it was best that I didn’t know. I didn’t want to be sucked into their shit, especially since I was a Reaper’s daughter.

“Give me five minutes and I can be gone,” I answered, chugging the rest of the beer before starting to look for my clothes. My bra was missing and my dress was torn in the front, making me sigh.

Why did guys rip clothes? I mean, it was hot at the time but I was sick of replacing shit.

“Take this.” I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Wolfe sitting on the edge of the bed with a shirt in his hand. “Keep it as a token of my gratitude for letting me blow my load in you.”

“Charming.” I took it and slid it over my head, finding my panties and pulling them on. The shirt was longer than the dress I’d shown up in, so I put my shoes on and grabbed my handbag. “Thanks for the UTI.”

“See you next week,” he snorted, reaching for his phone and acting like I didn’t exist. He’d never been the type for small talk, being more than happy to come and run.

Mason, on the other hand, was always chatty the following day.

He stretched as he climbed from the bed, his dick on display as he winked at me.

“Don’t want to stay for a morning fuck?”

“Mase,” Channing warned, making him scowl.

“Never mind, Mom said I can’t play with you anymore. I’ll walk you out,” he offered, finding his boxers and raking his fingers through his hair as he led me outside. “Text me later.”

“Why?” I asked as we reached my car, making him chuckle. I leaned back against it, his boxers not hiding his morning wood in the slightest as he pressed against me.

“So we can hook up again.”

“Next, you’ll want candle-lit dinners and chocolates,” I said flatly. “This is a casual arrangement. We can’t fuck all the time.”

“Why not? You’re hot, I’m hot, it works for both of us.” He leaned down to nip my lip, his hands moving to my waist. “Me and the guys like you hanging around.”

“That’s because you all have easy pussy,” I said as I raised my eyebrow, pushing him back a step. “None of you actually like me.”

“Not true.” He glanced back at the house as Channing called for him, and he let out a sigh. “I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks for stuffing me like a turkey.”

“Merry Christmas,” he snorted, heading back inside to deal with Channing and leaving me to drive home.

My head hurt, but I felt better once I had a coffee from the diner, sipping it as I drove through Blackwater and into Ashburn Valley. I glanced at the time on the dash, scrunching my nose.

It wasn’t even nine yet, so no wonder I felt like shit.

I turned onto my street and parked the car in front of the house, walking inside and raising my cup to my parents, who were sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning.”

“Where the fuck were you this time?” Dad bit out, his eyes narrowing on my outfit. “Who were you with?”

“I don’t know, look for a dude without a shirt, I guess,” I deadpanned, sitting down on a chair at the table.

He was fuming, but Mom spoke more gently. “We just like to know where you are, honey. We actually want to speak to you about something.”

That made me nervous.

“About what?”