by Dawn Martens
I’ve heard of her. “Wait… Becky? That’s her name, right?” Chelsea nods. “Isn’t she the bitch that was making Avalynn’s life shit for a while?” Avalynn is a girl I heard about from Vinny one day when he was pissed off about Ava painting his bike. I met her briefly at Hilary’s funeral. She’s four years older than I am, but she and her friend, Kristi, were always into crazy shit that made Eden look sane.
“Wait. Oh, God, yes it is! At least now that crazy bitch is out of her life.”
We giggle at the thought of Keller being tied forever to the crazy rich bitch.
“Would you ever take him back, though?” I ask her, hoping her answer is no.
Chelsea sighs. “No, I can’t. You know my parents, how crazy their life was for a long time, because of my older brother? Yeah, I don’t want that shit. I don’t want the baby mama in my life at all. I couldn’t do that. And now that Scott is getting married, shit is getting intense again. His mom wants Dad around all the time to help her with wedding shit. The bitch is even trying to say Mom isn’t allowed at the wedding. Family only.”
“Are you serious? It’s been twenty-five years since they married. What is her problem? She can’t honestly think that your dad will get back with her one day.”
Chelsea shrugs. “Who knows? That woman is the definition of nuts.”
Chelsea finishes up putting the mud on her face when a knock comes to the door. “I’ll get it,” she says in a singsong tone as she skips away.
BLAKE
Knocking on the door to Cori’s place, I am taken aback when some chick I don’t recognize throws the door open with green shit caked on her face.
“Hey, Blake,” Mudgirl says, pulling me in for a hug.
“Oops,” she says with a giggle. Her eyes narrow to the green crap she just smeared on the shoulder of my white shirt.
“Chelsea?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re kind of an idiot.”
“Uh, what’s on your face?” I ask her.
“Shit,” she says, deadpan.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” I retort.
“Come in, weirdo. Cori is just lying on the couch.”
I walk in and down the hallway. Cori is laying on the couch, knees bent, with mud all over her face. “What’d you do to your hair?” I ask her in shock. Gone are her blondes and browns. She’s hot pink underneath with a few streaks on top. Her natural blonde with brown streaks in her hair looked way better.
She raises her brows. “What? Don’t like it?”
“Uh, well, it’s nice,” I stammer.
She smirks. “It only looks bad right now because I have it up in a weird knot so mud doesn’t get all in it. Trust me. It looks awesome.”
“I’ll, uh, take your word for it,” I relent. I sit down next to her on the couch once she moves her legs off it.
I go to ask her if she wants to do something tonight when Chelsea interrupts. “All righty, chicka, time to wash that off your face.”
Cori gets off the couch and smiles at me, the stuff caked on her face cracking slightly with that movement. “Be right back, handsome.”
Fifteen minutes later, she comes back out. I was wondering what was taking so long, but not only did she take the stuff off her face, she also fixed her hair. “Holy shit,” I say, taking her new look in. She actually pulls pink hair off. It’s sexy.
She giggles. “You should see your face. I thought your eyes were gonna pop out.”
“You look... Wow.”
“Told you so,” she says, winking at me.
I clear my throat. “So, yeah, want to go out tonight?” I ask her.
“No can do, handsome. It’s my TV night. I record all the shows I love on the other days of the week, and I watch them all in one afternoon and night. However, if you’re a good boy and will go out and get me some Chinese food, I will let you stay and cuddle with me.”
I hop off the couch quickly and nod. “I can do that.” I kiss her and let her go. “Be back soon.”
She winks at me, and I feel my cock straining against my jeans. Fuck. I don’t want to get Chinese or cuddle. I want to take her to her room and strip her the fuck down, ravage her.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I try to picture anything other than her naked. I don’t think the takeout place would appreciate my hard on. The things men do just to get a little action.
I walk down to my car, giving my head a shake.
Why did I say I wanted to go slow again?
Chapter 25
Cori
Blake plants tender kisses along my collarbone. I shove him away. “Dude, I’m trying to watch my show.”
He doesn’t give up and flicks his tongue over the shell of my ear.
“You’re lucky I like you a little,” I tease.
He laughs lightly, throwing his head back.
“You guys are too gushy for my liking. I’m off to my room to be normal,” Chelsea shouts over her shoulder as she walks away.
Melly stays seated on the couch, giggling. “Melly, move it! I really don’t think you want to see your sister getting screwed, because we both know that’s what’s next!”
“Fine,” Melly says, getting up and rolling her eyes.
With the room to ourselves, things get heated quickly. Blake tugs on the hem of my shirt, hinting for me to take it off.
“I recall you telling me we were taking this slowly,” I goad him.
“You don’t want me?” he questions.
“I didn’t say no. I only said slowly.”
He grins before claiming my mouth. He plants soft kisses along my jawline. “I can do slow, but can you handle it?”
“Bring it on, big boy.”
“I’m plenty big enough, sweetheart.”
And, hell, does he take it slow. Waiting for him to decide where he wants to start is excruciating. He keeps teasing me, trailing his fingers down my thigh and back up, going oh so close to my panty line. Feather light kisses tickle along my neck and onto my collarbone.
“Damn, you smell so good.” He nuzzles against my hair, working his way along my jaw to my mouth.
Two can play this game. Sealing my mouth shut, I refuse to kiss him back, shoving his hands away playfully. I roll my hips over, straddling his lap, rubbing against him. He immediately goes hard beneath me.
“God, I want you,” he whispers against my mouth, eager for a taste of my lips.
“I want you, too,” I admit, because taking it slow is for the damn birds.
“Your room?”
“Why don’t you take me upstairs to yours,” I suggest, biting my lip. I have a feeling we might get loud. Chelsea and Melly could interrupt us at any minute.
“I like the idea of you in my bed.”
“Then stop talking and lead the way.”
I wrap my hand in his after we untangle from sitting on the couch. Blake is practically dragging me to the elevator.
Inside the elevator, Blake’s hands find their way up the back of my shirt. He has my bra unclasped quickly. The ride to his floor is brief and not long enough for things to advance.
He fumbles for his door key, and I find it cute that he can’t concentrate on anything but me.
Inside, his apartment is so masculine and so him. The layout is a lot like mine and Melly’s place, other than everything being sleek and modern. His appliances are newer than mine.
I walk into his living room, getting a feel for the place. He doesn’t have any photos of himself or friends displayed anywhere. It’s kind of cold feeling.
“Hey, you.” Blake wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck softly.
I turn, melting into him, ready to have my way with him.
My shirt is tossed over my head, and my bra drops to the floor. His mouth is on my breasts, which feels so good.
“Bed. Now,” I demand. It has to be hard on him, bending down to touch and taste me. He is so much taller than me.
His bedroom is bare like the rest of his place. Melly and I have shit everywhere at our
place. Blake must be a total neat freak. My observation on the lack of personality of his home is interrupted when he kicks his shoes off and drops his pants. My mouth is salivating at the sight of this gorgeous man in front of me.
BLAKE
Cori is lying on my bed with her hands pinned over her head, looking like my living and breathing fantasy come true. Her curves are beautiful. I take my time appreciating every inch of them with my mouth as she twists beneath me. Her hips buck, and her back arches, demanding what she wants most—my cock.
I insert two fingers and go still when she starts to wiggle greedily against my hand.
“Slow down, Cori,” I warn, brushing my mouth over her navel.
She stops squirming, so I begin to move my digits in and out, working her pussy slowly.
I look up to see her biting that bottom lip and nearly come undone. My mouth latches on to her pussy, licking and sucking her clit as my fingers continue to please her. She tastes so damn good.
Cori tightens around my fingers, close to her release. Sliding my fingers out, I rock back on my calves and grab a condom from the nightstand.
“Let me.” Cori takes the wrapper, tearing it open with her teeth. Fuck. That is hot. She rolls the rubber over the head of my dick swiftly.
With our height difference, sex can get awkward fast. Cori doesn’t miss a beat, rolling onto her stomach with her ass in the air, ready for me to give her what we both need.
I slide into her from behind as her ass rolls against my hips. Fucking paradise.
Pumping into her quickly, it doesn’t take either of us long to orgasm. All the sexual tension that has been building between us is finally released.
I kiss her shoulder, and she collapses onto the pillows. I go into the bathroom, dispose of my condom, and clean up a bit. When I come back to bed, Cori is snoring softly.
Seeing her in my bed doesn’t make me feel panicked. It feels amazing. I want this—her sleeping next to me.
Brushing her hair from her face, I bend down and kiss her cheek, and she sleep smiles. I take a few minutes to straighten up our trail of clothes from the living room to the bedroom. As I crawl into bed, the dipping of the mattress wakes Cori. She smiles and snuggles against me.
“Sorry. I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, giving her a grin. “We can get some more sleep, or we can go out for a bite?”
“Sleep. Need sleep. Can’t move,” Cori grumbles.
I chuckle. “Okay, sounds good.” I kiss her head, and minutes later, I feel her drift off to sleep. Now that she is sound asleep, I scoot over away from her inviting warmth. Her hot body pressed against mine makes things begin to stir, and right now, we both need the sleep.
Lying on my side, I watch her chest rise and fall until my eyes close. This feels damn good.
Chapter 26
Cori
Melissa comes out of the bathroom in tears, holding the stick I sent her in with. She doesn’t say anything, just nods and hands me the stick. She’s pregnant. Two weeks after she slept with Monster, I wanted her to take the test, but she refused. We waited. After six weeks of her barfing all the time, I finally made her take one.
I sit down on the couch, not sure how long I sit here, when I hear the front door open and Blake call out for me. He comes around the corner, and when his eyes look at what is in my hand, he pales. “Is that?” he starts to ask.
I shake my head no. “It’s Melissa.”
“She’s pregnant? Who?” he demands. He’s become protective of her over the last while. If I thought he thought of me as a sister, I was wrong, so wrong, because that’s how he treats Melissa.
“Monster,” I answer
He frowns. “Monster?”
I nod and sigh. “Dray.”
“The fucker that hurt her a few weeks ago? The fucker that slept with her and then left a few hours later with another woman? That Dray?”
I nod again.
“I’ll kill him.” Blake storms out of the condo and slams the door behind him. Uh oh.
I run to Melissa’s room and open the door, seeing her sitting on her bed.
“Have you told Monster yet?” I ask, getting in close to Melissa.
She nods and then snorts. “Said that if the DNA test proves it’s his, that we have to get married.”
I see red. “That fucker! He demanded a DNA test?”
She nods. “Yeah, whatever. My doctor told me he can get it done in a few weeks while the baby is still in my tummy,” she says, rubbing her stomach. “But I’m not marrying that jerk.”
“I wouldn’t let you, anyways.”
She chews her lip. “Uh, he kind of said that, if he is the father, I don’t have a choice.”
“What the hell?”
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”
“Um, also, I should tell you, Blake was just here. I told him what was going on, and he left, pissed, saying he’s gonna kill Dray.”
Melissa looks to me with wide eyes. “Oh, shit!”
BLAKE
I pull up to the club. It’s daytime, but I know someone has to be in this place right now. I bang on the door, shouting for someone to open the fuck up. Finally, minutes later, the door swings open and Randy stands there.
He holds up his hands in surrender. “Man, I haven’t touched her. I swear on that.”
I shake my head. “Not here about you, man. Your bouncer, Drayton. Need him, and need him now.”
Randy’s eyes narrow and then widen. “What’d he do to Melissa?” he demands.
“Not gonna say it again.”
“Okay, fuck, man. He’s working tonight. I know that much. But if you want him before tonight, he lives over near Inglewood Drive. I’ll run up to the office and grab his address,” he offers and then jogs inside the building.
He comes back down with a piece of paper and hands it to me. “That’s his address.”
“Thanks,” I say, looking it over.
“Seriously, though, man, what’d he do?”
“Got Melissa knocked up. Fucker.”
Randy’s body goes solid, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. “That fucking moron.”
I raise my brows.
“I’ll deal with him tonight, after you deal with him today. No one hurts my girls,” he claims.
“About that,” I start.
He holds a hand up. “Don’t. I love those girls. Have since I met them. I know Cori’s with you now. Don’t need to worry about me. There was a time I wanted more from her, but it didn’t happen. Just treat her right. I know all about you. When she’s drunk, she spills all. You’re the love of her life. Treat her well. Otherwise, I’m swooping in, and I don’t give a shit what you think.”
I lift my chin up at him. “Fair enough.”
I walk out and get into my car.
I pull up in front of Dray’s house and knife out of my car, slamming my door shut, then stride up to his front door.
I pound on the front door, and barely a minute later, a young blonde wearing a man’s shirt opens the door. Her eyes widen in shock. “Um, hi… Can I help you?”
“Yeah, where’s Dray?” I demand.
Her brows bunch in confusion. “Who’s that?”
“Drayton!” I yell through the front door after I slightly shove the girl aside.
“What the fuck, man?” he says, thumping down the steps. “Oh, fuck,” he says when he realizes who’s here.
“Yeah, you dumb fuck! Not only did you fuck Melissa, after you’ve been chasing after her for months, you left with another woman a few hours later… And guess what, you dumb fuckstick? She’s fucking pregnant because of your dumbass.”
The girl that opened the door gasps in outrage. “You bastard. How could you do that to someone?” She storms past me and Dray and goes upstairs. Seconds later, she is running out of his room, down the steps, and out the front door.
Dray rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. “May as well come in and have a seat. Wa
nt a coffee or anything?” he asks.
“Yeah, sure,” I answer.
He brings me a coffee and stays standing.
“You going to sit down or just stand there?”
“Only seat I have to sit on is that couch, and I don’t know if I want to be too close with you right now.”
I smirk.
“How is she?” he asks me.
“She’s fine… pregnant. And she’s upset that she ever gave in and let you touch her.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I have shit in my life right now that isn’t good. I’ve been in love with Melissa for years, ever since she turned eighteen and started coming to the club. I’ve wanted her, always, but was never in a good place to actually pursue her.”
“So why did you that night?” I ask him, confused. I look around his place; it is a freaking mess—drug paraphernalia, empty beer bottles, and ashtrays overflowing. He is going to have to get his shit together if he wants to be around for Melly and her child. This is not the environment to raise a child in. I’ve seen a hell of a lot worse in my line of work, but this shit isn’t ideal.
“I was high. Only reason I remembered doing it was because, the next morning, the bitch I took home told me about the girl running out of the club as I left, crying. Then the memories came back.” He rubs his face. “I’m such a dick.”
I snort. “Yeah, man, you sort of are. You need to fix it. She can’t do this alone. Melissa has her sister, friends, even me, but you need to step up, too. You need to clean this place up and get your head straight. Melly is a sweet girl, but this shit…” I motion to the mess surrounding us “is no place to bring a kid around to.”
“Yeah, man, I feel ya. Just got a lot of heavy shit. I got down, man, but I won’t do her wrong.”
“Don’t fuck this up, man. Melissa is Cori’s sister, and she is important to the Angels Warriors and me. Keep that in mind the next time you start to do something dumb,” I threaten.
Chapter 27
Cori
