Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 60

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“Have any of you… ever actually cared about me?”

Why did I ask that? I feel so stupid.

Psycho didn’t answer for so long that I thought I wasn’t going to get one. I looked at the floor as he came over to sit on the bed next to me. He bumped my knee with his and waited until I looked up into those almost black eyes. A softness that I rarely ever got to see was there. It reminded me of better times with him. Before everything went to shit.

“Do you honestly think we never did?” he asked. His voice wasn’t accusing, but genuinely curious. It made me feel even sillier.

“I… I used to think that you guys were my best friends,” I said softly. “I used to think I had a special bond with each of you. Something unbreakable. Something special. Something just for us. If you’d asked me eleven years ago, I would have said yes without a doubt. If you’d asked me even nine or ten years ago, I would have said yes, and argued tooth and nail. I mean… I did do that, but…” I trailed off as a stray tear fell from my eye. “I’ve spent the last eight years believing that none of you did, and now that I’m back… Everything is just so confusing Chayton. I feel so lost and confused and… I don’t know what to think.”

I dropped my head into my hands as everything started building up. I was trying to breathe so that I didn’t cry. I shouldn’t have said a word. I’m just drunk babbling now.

Suddenly, Psycho grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from my face. I looked up and was shocked to see pain etched in his features. There was so much guilt in his eyes too. It made me feel bad for saying anything.

“Short Cake,” he said softly. “We’ve always cared about you. Always. Since the first day we met you. We were friends. We had a special connection. All of that was real.”

Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him.

“B–but you guys… treated me so differently when Mom married Tusk,” I said, confused.

Psycho sighed heavily.

“Look, we made a lot of mistakes, Bly,” he told me. “We were just kids back then too. Our hearts were in the right place, but our heads weren’t. I’m really sorry for believing Everly and Alex and not even getting your side of things. I know that the others are sorry too, but we always cared about you, baby. That’s why we were so heartbroken when you didn’t-”

Suddenly, someone started banging on the door, cutting Psycho off.

“Psycho! Baby! Let me in!” Said that blonde club girl from the other side.

My eyebrows shot up, and I snatched my hands out of Psycho’s grip.

“Ignore her,” he told me, grabbing my hands again.

“Come on baby! Open up! I’m here for our nightly naughty time!”

“Nightly naughty time?” I asked Psycho.

“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” he said. “That’s why I said to ignore her.”

“Oh, really?” I asked sarcastically.

“Bly, I haven’t been with anyone since we dragged your ass back here,” he told me.

“Wait, really?” I asked.

“Un–fucking–fortunately,” he grumbled. “CG never lets me forget it either.”

I smiled at that. I don’t know why I believe him, but I do. We can reevaluate tomorrow when I’m sober.

However…

I jumped to my feet and made it to the door before Psycho could stop me. I ripped the door

open to see the blonde’s smiling face on the other side. Her smile fell into a scowl when she looked at me.

“Sorry, chicka, Psycho’s nightly naughty time is going to be taken care of by me tonight,

okay?” I said cheerfully.

The girl scoffed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she asked me.

“The girl who’s going to spend the night in Psycho’s bed,” I replied happily.

“For fuck’s sake,” Psycho muttered behind me. “Just get out of here Snapper.” He yelled at her.

“But-” she tried to argue, but I just couldn’t help myself when I cut her off.

“Wait sorry,” I said, snorting. “Your name is Snapper?”

“Yeah, and?” She sneered.

I couldn’t help the sputter of laughter that tumbled out of me.

“I–I know it’s your hooker name, but… Snapper? Really?” I said, cracking up. “That’s got to be the dumbest name I’ve ever heard! I’d be afraid to stick my dick in a girl they called Snapper.”

“How dare you!?” Snapper shrieked, making me laugh harder.

“It’s like something you’d name your pet turtle,” I continued, dying of laughter.

“Okay, that’s enough outta you,” Psycho said as he gently pushed me aside. “Snapper, get

lost, yeah? Don’t come by my room again.”

Then he slammed the door in her face before turning to face me.

“You were fucking a girl named Snapper,” I teased him, snorting.

“You were fucking a polo–wearing dillhole named Sean,” he retorted.

That made me laugh again.

“He really is a polo–wearing dillhole,” I agreed. “I think I’ve always preferred a more rugged man. I blame you guys and the club.”

“Yet look at who you married,” he countered.

I waved him off.

“That was just to get away,” I told him.

“Away from where?” he asked.

“No,” he replied, trying and failing not to laugh.

“What if I let you spank me again?” I suggested. “Ya know, for pissing you off out there.”

“Bly… the last time I spanked you, you came and then cried after,” he said.

“Not because I didn’t like it,” I muttered.

“But because you liked it too much,” he grunted.

“Okay, what about a different punishment then?” I offered.

“Like what?” he asked skeptically.

“Something that you can enjoy, but I won’t cum,” I said. “Like…” I trailed off, thinking. “Oh! I know!” I said before dropping to my knees in front of him.

“B–Bly, what are you doing?” he asked with wide eyes.

“You can fuck my face,” I stated as I grabbed onto his jeans.

Psycho’s eyes went wide. I started undoing his jeans, and he didn’t stop me, so I took that as a good sign. I tugged his jeans down a little and that was when he finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under.

“Bly, ha… do you know what you’re saying right now?” He asked, grabbing my hands to stop me.

“I’m telling you to let me suck your dick,” I said. “You can fuck my face, I don’t have a gag reflex.”

“W–what?” he stuttered.

“Come on, Psycho,” I cooed, smiling up at him. “Let me help you find a release.”

“W–what if you regret it after?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“Don’t let me,” I blurted.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” he replied.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “But I want this right now, so can you shut up and let go of my

hands?”

“I–I don’t know about this,” he said.

Suddenly, his door burst open. We looked at the intruder to see it was CG. He rushed inside, turned to shut the door and lock it, then turned around to look at us. His hazel eyes took in the scene as a smile spread across his face.

“Oh, looks like I arrived just in time.”