Zero

“Why are you keeping her in the dark?” Prue asked.

“There’s shit she doesn’t need to know. You’re the first woman who has stood up to her. I appreciate it.” He left the room.

Zero appeared next. His lifted his arms up holding onto the doorframe. “You turn me on talking shit to Tate.”

Heat filled her cheeks. Laughing, she approached him. “I’ve got a lot more ways of turning men on.” She reached out touching his chest.

Something changed between them. The smile on his lips dropped as did his gaze. He was looking at her lips then at her br**sts.

“I’m calling it a night,” she said, brushing past him. He caught her arm, and she looked down at the floor. Not tonight, she couldn’t handle this change tonight. Listening to the women talk and have them tell all secrets she knew he had a thing for Sophia.

“Don’t go.” He didn’t pull her arm closer.

This is your choice.

Sandy’s words came back to her.

No, she wasn’t going to be a means to an end. If Zero wanted her then it was going to take some time. She wouldn’t be second best for any man.

Pulling on her arm, she took several steps away. “Good night.”

She left him alone, making her way upstairs to their room. Closing the door, she leaned heavily against it. Her heart was racing, and her pu**y was on fire, burning with need.

Think about Alan.

This was the first time Zero had ever shown any kind of attraction to her. Was it because she was sharing a bed with him? Crap. Her thoughts were all over the place and not making any sense at all.

Leaving the door, she went to the closet and pulled out one of his shirts. All of her clothes were still at home. She would need to stop by and collect some things. There was no way she would be spending however long it took for Alan to be caught wearing other people’s clothes.

She took out one of his shirts then headed into the bathroom. After a quick shower she dried her body, combed her hair, then used his toothbrush to clean her teeth. The bathroom door opened. Zero stood without a shirt.

Ink covered his body. Crossing her legs, she stared at her reflection and continued to brush her teeth. He wasn’t sex on legs, and she didn’t want anything to do with him. Zero was her brother’s best friend, and they were friends. Nothing was going to happen. She tried to convince herself not to be attracted to him. Nothing was working.

“That’s my shirt and my toothbrush.”

“You didn’t grab any of my stuff. I’ve got nothing here.” She finished her teeth and gave him her full attention. He was climbing into the shower, showing his perfectly sculptured ass.

She wondered what it would be like to sink her nails into his flesh as he rode her hard. Maybe she should flick his butt with a towel to teach him a lesson. Prue decided against it. His ass was a delight, and she didn’t want to ruin it by marking him.

“Fine, we’ll go tomorrow. Stop checking out my ass.”

Angered at how right he was about her checking out his ass, she flushed the toilet, smiling as he screamed at the sudden hit of cold water washing over him.

“Bitch, I’ll get you for that,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah.” She wasn’t afraid of Zero.

Settling into bed, she rolled to her side, punched the pillow and tried to get comfortable on the new bed. She heard Zero singing in the shower and grimaced. He was many things, but a singer wasn’t one of them. She didn’t see chart success in his future.

His scent surrounded her. The bed smelled like him. It was strong and had an answering pulse in her veins.

Wrapping the blanket around her, she got comfortable as Zero entered the room.

He flicked the lock on the door then climbed in behind her. She didn’t argue. Rolling over, she lifted her leg and felt how very na**d he actually he was. Jerking away, she glared at him. “Put some shorts on at least.”

“This is my bed. I sleep na**d in it. Get used to it.” He smiled sweetly at her.

“You’re being an ass**le,” she said.

“No, I’m being comfortable.”

Smiling back at him, she leaned over his chest to turn the lamp off that he must have put on. “Be careful in the morning. I don’t always see well. My glasses are in the bathroom, and I can crush a ball if I’m not careful.” She flicked the light off, settling back into bed.

His heat made it hard for her to relax again.

Zero was naked, sleeping beside her. He wasn’t asleep yet.

“He’s out there somewhere,” she said, thoughts returning to Alan. “He’s thinking of ways of hurting us.”

“Me. Alan wants to hurt me, no one else.” His arm moved across her stomach. He dragged her close, and he settled his nose against her neck. “You smell good.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. But Prue didn’t pull away.

She felt the length of his c**k against her ass. Sandy was right. He was rock hard. Rolling her eyes, she settled on her pillow listening to him breathing.

“We’ll take care of everything, Prue. There’s nothing we can do until he wants us to know.” He kissed her neck, sighing. “I’m pleased to have you back.”

“I can feel it.”

“We’ll talk about it some other time. Let me hold you for now and have this with you.”

She wanted to argue but saw no use in it. Her body was alight with need for him.

Zero was unlike all of the men she’d been with before. 

“I wish Trevor was with us.”

“Right now, I don’t.” He kissed her neck.

Prue smiled at his response. She felt alive from his kisses alone.

****

Butch walked out of the clubhouse, opening and closing the small gate. He needed to see Cheryl one last time. After tonight he wasn’t going to risk seeing her with the danger of Alan watching. The last couple of days he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her face would find its way into his thoughts, and then a need to be with her would consume him.

Walking down the street, he took his time getting into town. He made his way toward the back heading to the church. The door was open again, and he took a seat. Cheryl was nowhere to be seen. Sitting down, he watched the front of the church wanting to see her.

After twenty minutes, he knew she wasn’t there and left making his way to her house. She didn’t live with her mother. The house was small and had homes on either side of her. He couldn’t imagine living in such a small home.

Not all people have the luxury The Skulls offer you.