Battling Troy: Devil's Knights Series (6 page)

   
      
All eyes turned to me. “I don’t think I’m going to work today,” I replied.

   
      
“Ha! Told ya,” Troy gloated.

   
      
“You’re an ass,” Meg pouted.

   
      
“But not because Troy said so, only because the salon is closed on Mondays,” I said, bursting Troy’s bubble.

   
      
“Yes!” Meg shouted, jumping up from her chair. “I knew it! Marley is one kick ass chick that you aren’t going to be able to push around.” Meg folded her arms over her chest and gave Troy an eat shit look.

   
      
“I’m not trying to push her around, I just want her to be careful.”

   
      
“Sure. Whatever you say, cowboy,” Meg said, rolling her eyes.

   
      
“These two could go at it all day if we let them.” Cyn said, turning her attention back to me. “Meg and I came over wondering if you wanted to maybe go shopping or something. We all have to work at three, so it would just be a quick excursion.”

   
      
Meg and Troy had ended their stare down and were waiting for my answer.

   
      
“Um, sure I guess. Is there anywhere to shop in town beside the grocery store, though?”

   
      
“We have to drive to Rivers Edge, which is like twenty minutes away,” Cyn said as she grabbed our three empty cups and dumped them into the bubbly dishwater Troy had made.

   
      
“OK, just let me do the dishes and change and then we can head out.”

   
      
“Nope. You go change and get ready, Cyn and I can do the dishes while we grill Troy about your night together.” Meg elbowed me in the side as we stood up.

   
      
“I’d make a break for it now while you can,” Cyn laughed.

   
      
“Um, I’ll be right back,” I mumbled walking out of the kitchen. Sprinting up the stairs, I glanced behind me when I heard Bandit galloping up the stairs after me.

   
      
I held my door open for Bandit to walk in and then slammed it shut and glanced around my room. Bandit leaped up on my bed and burrowed under the blankets. I wonder if Troy, Meg, and Cyn would notice if I just got under the covers with Bandit and didn’t come back down.

   
      
Although they would probably send Troy up here to get me. Troy in my room was the last thing I wanted right now. Although I really had no idea what I wanted right now.

   
      
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what was important right now. Whenever I would get overwhelmed, I would close my eyes and try to clear my head and let the most important thing that needed to be done come to the front.

   
      
After two minutes of clearing my mind, the only thing that came to the front and wouldn’t go away was Troy.

   
      
Ha! Troy was definitely not the most important thing to focus on right now. Mark’s family possibly finding me in Rockton that was important, not Troy. Troy was just a one night fling and would be nothing more. Except I hadn’t planned on ever seeing Troy again. Troy wasn’t supposed to be Troy. He was supposed to be some random guy who helped me forget my problems for one night. Which had totally worked until I had woken up in his bed and headed home only to be kidnapped and then find out Mr. Right Now was Troy.

   
      
Gah! Focus, Marley. Get dressed. That was the thing I needed to focus on right now. “Get dressed, on it,” I said out loud as I made my way to my closet and slid the doors open.

   
      
I grabbed the first thing I saw and quickly changed out of my bed clothes. I took my hair down from the messy knot I had thrown it up in and quickly twisted it into a french braid. I bypassed makeup, just swiping on some lip balm and grabbed my purse by the door.

   
      
I whistled for Bandit to follow me and watched as he crawled to the foot of the bed under the blanket and peaked his nose out from the blanket.

   
      
“Come on, boy,” I called, patting my leg.

   
      
Bandit leaped from the bed, taking the comforter with him, leaving it draped over his back like a cape. I laughed as I grabbed the blanket off his back and threw it back on the bed while Bandit waited by the door for me. “Let’s go, handsome. I think today is going to be more interesting than either of us bargained for.”

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Chapter 7

Troy

   
      
I was in hell. Shopping hell.

   
      
As the girls were getting ready to leave, Gravel’s words popped into my head about Marley’s problems following her from California and I knew I couldn’t let the girls go out by themselves.

   
      
So after Meg almost threw an all-out temper tantrum about me going with them, they finally all relented and let me come along.

   
      
Worst decision of my life. Ever.

After the twenty minute drive of constant talking from Meg and Cyn, and with Marley looking lost and confused, trying to keep up, I was ready to turn around and call it a day. I should have gone with that instinct.

“Do you think Rigid will like this top?” Cyn asked, walking out of the dressing with the same shirt she had shown me the past four times, just a different color each time. This time, it was orange and it made her look like a pumpkin. Now came the hard decision of telling her the truth or lying.

“You look like a fucking gourd.” Yep, my patience had gone from thin to non-existent.

“That’s what I thought too,” Cyn said, turning around to look at her ass in the huge mirror.

   
      
“Then take the fucking thing off. Why are you still looking at it?” I ask, irritated.

   
      
“Because it might be good for like a Halloween party, or when I make Rigid go pumpkin picking with me.”

   
      
“Rigid pumpkin picking. I’d pay to see that shit. Although if you wear that top, a kid will be liable to pick you as his pumpkin.”

   
      
“You’re an ass,” Cyn mumbled as she flipped me off and walked back into the dressing room.

   
      
I shook my head and leaned back in my chair and waited for the next train wreck of an outfit Meg or Cyn walked out in. Marley had yet to emerge from the dressing room. Maybe she was one of those chicks who didn’t need to put on a fucking parade of all the clothes she was trying on.

   
      
Leaning my head against the wall, I closed my eyes and thought of anything but shopping.

   
      
“Shit, I thought Cyn was out here.”

   
      
My eyes popped open at the sound of Marley’s voice and I leaned my head down.

   
      
Wow. Holy shit.

“Uh, she went back to the dressing room,” I replied dumbly as I took in the short, black dress Marley had on. One hand was holding up the front, and the other was twisted behind her back.

“I’ll go knock on her door.” She walked backward and slammed into the wall. Her face heated red and she ducked her head down and side-stepped to the left.

“Wait, just stop before you run into something else. Do you need help?”

“Um, yeah. I can’t seem to get the zipper up on this.”

“Turn around. I’ll get it.” I stood up and Marley shuffled her way over to me and turned around.

I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the back of the dress gaping open and her hand frantically trying to clutch it shut.

“I got it,” I whispered, taking the one side of the dress out of her hand. I grabbed the other side of the dress and held them together with my left hand and my gaze traveled down her flawless back.

The zipper ran to the top of her ass and where I should have seen her underwear, all I saw was the crack of her ass. Fuck me, Marley wasn’t wearing underwear.

My hand instinctively traced down the curve of her back and I heard her breath hitch at the touch of my hand.

“Perfect skin,” I mumbled, leaning down and placing a light kiss on her shoulder.

“Troy,” she gasped at the touch of my lips but didn’t pull away.

“Shh, I just had to remember what your skin felt like under my lips.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpered as my right hand slid into the opening in the back and caressed her smooth skin.

“It’s not anything we haven’t done before,” I whispered in between kisses across her shoulders.

“That was different then.”

“How?” I growled as I felt her body relax into me.

“We didn’t know each other. We were just two people looking for release. Now it’s different.” Her voice was breathy and airy.

“I think we’re still both looking for that release. We both know what we can give each other. I want it again,” I whispered in her ear and tugged on her lobe with my teeth.

“What happens after?”

“We sleep for a couple of hours and then I take you again and again.” I let go of her dress and pull her sweet, lush body to mine. I had never been more turned on in all of my life as I had been standing in that dressing room. I needed to have Marley again.

“No one can know, please.” She tilted her head to the left, giving me access to kiss her neck.

“Ashamed of me, Sunshine?” I teased.

“No, I just don’t need to deal with my dad when it comes to you. He wouldn’t understand. He only sees things in black and white.”

“So we’ll just be each other’s release?” I growled as she thrust her ass into my dick.

“Like a trigger.”

“OK, go get dressed. We’ll continue this tonight when I get off of work.” I slowly slid my hand out of her dress, missing her touch as soon as she stepped away from me.

“You still need to do up the back of my dress,” she said, her back still turned to me, the dress wide open in the back.

“Right. Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping forward and pulling the zipper up.

“Thanks,” she whispered and ran back into her dressing room.

I sat back down, my dick protesting every move and stretched my legs out in front of me.

What the hell did I just agree to? We both knew that we weren’t what we needed, but damned if we both didn’t want it.

I reclined my head back and tried to calm my dick by counting backward from 100. By the time, I hit forty-three I had things under control. I kept my eyes shut and tried to think of anything besides Marley.

“Wow, those dressing room walls sure are thin,” Meg said in my ear right before she dumped a pile of clothes in my lap.

“Jesus Christ, do I look like a fucking hamper to you?” I pushed the clothes off my lap and onto the chair next to me.

“I thought you might have to carry my stuff to hide the major boner you probably have right now.” She smirked and propped her hands on her hips.

“You didn’t hear anything, Meg. I mean it.” I stood up, face to face with her.

“Oh, you mean I didn’t hear you two make plans to pick up where you left off tonight?”

“Yes. She doesn’t want anyone to know.” I crossed my arms over my chest and prayed Meg would keep her mouth shut.

“I won’t say a word. Although it might be kind of hard to see Marley tonight seeing as Lo had put a guy on her at all times from the club. I won’t say anything, but I really doubt Hammer will keep his mouth shut when he sees you sneak into Marley’s house tonight.” Meg mimicked me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Tell King she doesn’t need protection. The Assassins aren’t going to come after her again.”

“He’s not worried about the Assassins, Marley has other problems that, unfortunately, neither of us know about.”

“Then I’ll be her fucking bodyguard.”

“You have work, and how would you explain that to Gravel?”

“This is bullshit. I’m never gonna be able to see her if someone from the club is always going to be with her.” I took my hat off and ran my fingers through my hair. Son of a bitch.

“I have an idea, but you’re going to have to keep it in your pants until the weekend,” Meg said, rubbing her hands together.

I knew the look she had on her face. I had seen it many times before when she was cooking up some scheme in her head. This was going to be a fifty/fifty shot at working out. I just had to decide if I was willing to hedge all on my money on Meg’s harebrained idea.

“What’s happening this weekend?” Cyn asked walking out of the dressing room with her own mountain of clothes in her arms.

“Operation Snake in the Grass.”

“What?” Cyn and I asked at the same time.

“Alright, alright. I need to think of a new name. Operation Panty Raid?”

“Are we going to act like thirteen-year-old boys and raid the cheerleader’s panty drawers?” Cyn asked, even more confused now.

“What?! No. Do you two have no imagination at all?” Meg threw her hands up in the air, annoyed with Cyn and me.

“Dude, I have no idea what you are talking about. Just spit it out with all this code name shit,” Cyn said as she threw her pile of discarded clothes on top of Meg’s.

“Troy and Marley want to hook up, but they don’t want the club knowing, specifically Gravel. That’s where you and I come in and create a diversion,” Meg explained.

“Was that so hard to say? All this cloak and dagger shit makes you even loonier than you normally are. I’m gonna go pay,” Cyn said, grabbing two shirts off the top of the pile and headed to the checkout.

“Geez, she has to be PMSing.” Meg shook her head as she watched Cyn walk away.

“Shut up, Meg. I’m gonna go see if Marley is done. We need to head back if we are going to make it back in time for work.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Meg called as I made my way to Marley. I threw my hand up in the air but didn’t say anything. Sometimes with Meg, you just needed to let her be herself and let her say whatever she wanted. It was easier that way.