Page 30 of Triple the Secrets
He knew she was baiting him, and he would not take it. “Fine.” Then he turned and stalked back over to his bench to grab some tools so he could get back to work.
“You want me to tell Scarlett anything for you?” Esme asked.
Rogue lifted his head and pinned Fury with a hard look, one that said he was tired of all this bullshit. Fury smirked at him, and said to Esme, “Alright,mi tesoro, you’ve made your point. Let’s get our boy and go. I’m starving.”
“You’re always hungry,” she teased him as they headed for the office.
“You’re wearing me out, woman,” he told her. “After me morning, noon, and night.”
“As if you don’t enjoy it,” she scoffed.
Rogue didn’t hear the reply, but he doubted Fury was denying it. Still, he ignored Razor and Jax as they went back to work, but every so often he caught them looking over at him. Nosy assholes, he thought to himself.
He heard his phone buzz again but ignored it. He wasn’t dealing with those two terrors. This was exactly why if he ever had kids, they would be boys. Boys he could understand. The shit these two were pulling was not his idea of a good time. Especially now that they had this idea he had to date Scarlett.
Dating was never going to be a thing for him. If he found a woman he wanted for an Old Lady, then he would make it damn clear up front. There’d be no dinner dates or holding hands like chumps. His woman would know that the only time he would hold her hand would be help her off his bike, or when he had them pinned above her head while he fucked her hard and fast.
His mind immediately went to Scarlett pinned to the wall behind him, hands up over her head as he drove her crazy with pleasure. His cock hardened at the visual and he cursed under his breath. He needed to get a grip. For all he knew, Scarlett didn’t want him for more than one quick session and then would kick his ass to the curb. A thought that shouldn’t bother him, but his body immediately rejected that as a possibility. Everything in him told him that if he got into Scarlett’s bed, he wouldn’t be getting out of it.
Maybe that was why he wasn’t pushing, he thought absently as he tightened the bolt in front of him. He wasn’t a one-woman kind of man, but deep down, if he was honest with himself, he knew once he took that step with Scarlett that would change. Everything he told himself he would never do would be a lie and there would be no turning back.
Hell, what would Scarlett want with a man like him? He wasn’t someone who worked in an office or a suit, or would bring her flowers for holidays or anniversaries. He’d be lucky to remember what holidays were when, and he’d never be caught in a suit. Not to mention, he had a temper and was a convicted felon. All strikes against him.
For the millionth time he told himself he needed to forget about Scarlett and get on with his life. Forget about anything that had to do with the girls other than making sure that they got home safe after their classes. And ‘classes’ was a term that he would use loosely. It was in the basement of an old building, and they beat the shit out of each other. At least they were smart enough to use fake knives and wooden weapons. The most the girls would get were bruises. Otherwise, he’d be pulling their asses out of there and finding them somewhere else to train.
They are not your problem,he scolded himself.You are not responsible for them, and you need to tell them you’re done and walk away. Don’t get any more involved before you become some pussy-whipped asshole that goes running whenever a woman calls.
His phone buzzed again, and he sighed heavily before he turned to pick it up.
Wren: We got invited to go over to a friend’s for a sleepover. So if you want to try your hand at convincing Scarlett to give you a chance, tonight’s the night.
Winter: She’s in a decent mood today too.
Wren: So if you piss her off, we’ll be casting spells on you. Like one where your dick shrivels up and falls off.
Winter: Or one that makes you unable to ride your bike. I think that would be worse for you than the dick thing.
Wren: Oh, yes, good point.
Rogue: Would you two stop? Go to your damn sleepover and leave me the hell alone. Are you always this damn annoying?
Wren: We’re fifteen-year-old girls. Of course we are.
Winter: He’s old, sis. He’s obviously hitting the senile stage of his life.
Rogue: Senile, my ass. I’m thirty-six. You’re damn lucky you’re not my kids. You’d be scrubbing toilets for a month for being such smartasses.
Wren: Scarlett is thirty in a couple months, so that’s a good age difference. And if you were our father, we’d probably be worse than we are now. We don’t need your asshole-ish-ness.
Rogue snorted again. God, he needed to stop talking to these girls. They were giving him a damn headache. He wasn’t even going to bother replying. He put his phone down and got back to work.
By the time they were done for the day, he was dirty as hell, and edging towards exhaustion. They weren’t having Church tonight, which meant he could grab a nap. It also meant he had a choice to make. Was he going to go and try to talk to Scarlett again, or would he leave her the hell alone?
He knew the answer before he got in the shower. He cursed himself the entire time he washed away the dirt, oil, and grease, but still he didn’t talk himself out of it. She pulled at him like a damn moth to a flame, and he was powerless.
When he stepped out of the shower, he stopped when he realized that the bathroom door was open and one of the club whores, Loni, was perched on the counter naked, feet braced on the edge, legs spread, with her fingers working her clit and fucking her pussy slow and easy. She gave him a slow, seductive smile. “Hi, handsome,” she purred.
He stared at her for a moment. He had very few rules, and she had just broken one: no one was allowed in his room unless invited. “Get the fuck out,” he hissed at her, pissed.
