Who doesn't love a bad girl?

Chapter 6

DANNY

Panting. Running. Sweating. My lungs are going to burst out of my chest, but I don't stop. I look around, I see my humvee. Running. J is inside. Panting. Roe is nowhere. I sign "gonna look for Roe" to J. He nodded and I slowed down.

I see him. He's bloody, in his stomach, in his mouth, in his face, in his chest. Shit. I scream. I see an afghan car drive past, using all of my self control not to unload the rest of this magazine on that damn car. I bend down to check if Roe has a pulse, or if he's still breathing. Nothing.

I punch and kick the side of the house, in a crying fit. I feel like a toddler. I run as fast as I can back to the humvee. When J sees what state I'm in, he doesn't ask questions, just drives back to our quarters.

I wake up to Pax wrapped around me, shushing me and rubbing my back. I stop and tense. Shit. He saw that. Why did I think it would be a good idea to spend the night. I still get these a couple times a month. I can't stay again. But I can't leave.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to see that."

"It's okay. It's you. I don't care how it looks, I want all of you. Even that shit. The part that you don't want me to see. Trust me. There isn't anything you could do to scare me."

"Shit."

"What?"

"You can't keep saying that sweet shit to me."

"Why not?"  He chuckles.

"Because whenever you say that sweet shit it makes me want to jump your bones into next week, and most of the time that is not an appropriate response to the situation."

"I'm not gonna stop. Just so you know." He says with a smirk.

"I don't think I'd trust you if you stopped after that reasoning." We just laughed. We curled up into each other, and he fell asleep. I couldn't. I couldn't keep my mind off of Roe.

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I look at the clock: 5:16. I decide to get up, even though Pax is still asleep. I'm hungry, so I walk over to the fridge. I get some orange juice, and after twenty minutes of rummaging the cabinets, I find cups. After the orange juice is back in the fridge I turn around, and nearly shit myself.

"Holy shit!" I yelp, louder than I should've. Sloane is inches from me. "You really need to take a course on personal space, dude." He chuckles.

"Most girls don't mind."

"Incase you haven't assumed, I don't give a flying fuck what most girls think. That's not who I am. And plus, most girls you come on to, I'm hoping, aren't fucking your brother."

He gasps, then sarcastically says, "Oh my gosh, you're engaging in coitus with my brother!?!"

"Nice vocabulary! And what did you think, we spent the past 48 hours canoodling?"

He just laughs, and I walk back to Pax's room. For a minute I just stand in the door frame, watching him sleep. Pax is easily 6'4", 200 pounds of pure muscle, but when he's sleeping, he looks like a little old angel.
He snores a bit, which makes me laugh, which in turn wakes him up. He gives me a groggy smile and yawns while patting a spot on the bed next to him. I decide not to follow rules. I act like I'm coming over to do as he says, but I jump on top of him and straddle him before he is any the wiser. I smash my lips against his and I let my hand venture farther. He moans into my mouth and I grind my hips against his.

I swear to god, I don't think Sloane can help from being a cock block. He walks in the door, and I decide to inform him.

"Dude, you are such a fucking cock block! I haven't had sex in almost 24 hours, and it's because of you!"

"Woah, calm the fuck down."

"Woah, get THE FUCK OUT!!"

He does as told and Pax exploded in laughter.

"Can we have sex now? I'm really horny. Please." I beg.

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm in the mood."

"Fuck you." I reply as I smash our lips together. And we all know what happens after that.