The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(44)

I nod, because the bond we share is comparable.

I close my eyes and continue to rub her hair.


CHERRY

Something slides up my leg, waking me. My eyes slowly open, finding a man standing right in front of me. I jerk upward, and the man jumps back. It’s the same guy from the party. Boonie. He swooped in and put his hand around my waist, telling me he wanted his cock sucked. I laughed him off and tried to pull away. Horny men at the club are not an uncommon thing. That was when Lip showed up in a fit of rage I’ve never seen before. The look on Lip’s face, the fury in his eyes. I won’t lie, it was unsettling.

I look up and see Lip asleep.

“Psst.” I whip my head back to Boonie who is sliding his hand along his neck, imitating slicing his throat. My eyes widen and my mouth parts.

“Don’t you wake him,” he whispers. “Get off him and come here. Now,” he continues. I swallow hard and dig my fingers into Lip’s lap, praying it will wake him.

Lip groans, and pulls his head up from the back of the seat. Thank f*ck. Lip scowls when his eyes find Boonie.

“You have to be the dumbest motherf*cker.” Lip pushes me aside and stands. Boonie grins and walks backward, his body becoming one with the shadows of the garage before disappearing.

“That guy is f*cking creepy,” Lip states. I scurry down to the floor and pull my shorts on. “Did he touch you?”

I bite my lip and look away. “No.” I don’t want to tell him, because after the way Lip reacted before, I’m not sure he won’t kill Boonie.

“Let’s go find an empty room to sleep in. The sun will be rising soon.” Lip holds his hand out, motioning for me to take it. I grab his palm and follow him. He takes us inside the club where everyone is asleep. The music is still playing, but softly. There is someone passed out on the couch, a woman hanging off the bar with no shirt on, and a man passed out in a pile of vomit on the floor.

“Jesus,” I whisper. Lip tugs me down the hall to the last room on the left. His room. He pulls out a key and unlocks it. I haven’t been in here in forever. There is a double bed in the middle of the room with a giant shelved headboard. A chair sits in the corner, and the walls are lined with naked chicks standing next to motorcycles.

“I’m going to jump in the shower,” Lip tells me, walking into the adjoined bathroom.

I cross my arms and sit on the bed. Sex tonight with Lip was different on so many levels. It was raw. I felt connected to him in a way I never realized I had been missing. It makes all the other times we had sex before seem fake, like he wasn’t really there. He never looked at me when we had sex before, now that I think about it. There are too many things running through my head, and things are not adding up. Has Lip always been this devious? Who was that chick in his arms when I showed up? Has he cheated on me?

I leave the room and stalk down the hallway toward the bar. I need a drink; I can’t cope with all of these thoughts. I kick red cups and step over a pair of panties. I slowly look up and find Boonie standing inches from me. If I hadn’t looked up, I would have run right into him. I jump, startled, and clutch my chest.

“Fuck,” I whisper. He cocks his head to the side, his long gray hair falling over his face as he does. He’s large, bulky even. He has on a stained gray shirt and leather cut. The biggest buckle I’ve ever seen shines around his waist. He frightens me. I’ve had guys come on strong before, but this guy is on a whole other level.

“Excuse me,” I mutter, trying to step around him. He steps in front of me and chuckles.

“Going somewhere, ginger?” I frown; I f*cking hate that term. My brows furrow, and anger rushes through me.

“Ginger? Fuck you,” I sneer, pushing him. He closes his eyes, throws his head back and laughs, the sound chilling my bones. He lowers his head, his dark eyes targeting mine.

“Oh, I’m about to f*ck you. Right in the ass, sweetheart.” He grabs my arm and yanks me against him.

“You better let me go, or I swear to God the only thing you’ll be f*cking is your own * when I tear your dick off,” I threaten, trying to pull from his grip.

“Ooh, a feisty one. I love ‘em feisty.” He smiles and inhales loudly, smelling my hair. My body revolts. “You smell awfully sweet. I wonder if you taste just as sweet.” Before I can even react to the words leaving his rancid mouth, he bites down on my shoulder hard, tearing the skin. I cry out and knee him in the dick. He releases me, and I fall back against the wall. I grab my shoulder, pain searing through my limb causing me to whimper. The bedroom door slams open and Lip steps out, looking the other way before turning his head and looking toward Boonie and me. His hair is wet, and he has on nothing but jeans.

“What happened?” Lip questions, walking toward me.

He places his hands on each side of my arm and I wince when he touches my bite.

“He f*cking bit me,” I grit out, looking at my shoulder that shows the perfect bloody indention of teeth marks.

Boonie starts laughing. “Man, I just wanted a taste.”

“You’re going to f*cking die!” Lip points at Boonie.

Lip grabs my chin and lifts it so my eyes find his. “I got this. Go to the room and don’t come out.”

“Lip, No –”

“Go, Cherry. Now.” Lip lowers his head, his eyes serious and gleaming with an unfamiliar flare. I flick my eyes to Boonie, scared for the prick.