ZERO(The Skulls, 6)(36)

“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 naked he actually he was. Jerking away, she glared at him. “Put some shorts on at least.”

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

“You’re being an asshole,” 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 cock 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.

Knocking on the door, he stepped back and waited. A light was switched on, and then Cheryl opened the door. The lock stopped her from opening the door wide. “Butch? What are you doing here?”

“I had to come and see you,” he said.

She looked past him. “It’s really late.”

“Something is going down at the club.” He stopped himself from spilling everything. Why did he feel at ease telling her everything? Clenching his teeth together, he glanced down at the ground. “Look, I won’t hurt you. I just need to see you.”

“I don’t know you.”

“I won’t hurt you.” He stepped close to her, wishing he could touch her.

Back off, you’ll scare her.

Cheryl stared at him for several minutes before she closed the door. He heard the lock being moved, and then the door opened again. “I don’t know why I’m doing this.” She moved out of the way letting him pass.

“I swear I won’t hurt you.”

Why was he here?”

She took him toward her small kitchen. He saw a table with two chairs on either side. “Is your son in bed?”