I can’t stop quivering after Dante leaves. That’s what he does to me. Leaves me in a puddle of emotions every time we touch. Every time I breathe him in. There’s a small piece of me that wonders if it’s healthy to be so obsessed with this man. This man who’s so much older and more experienced than me. Although his methods were…unique, I’m glad I confided in him about my unsettling fantasy.
Every now and then I catch the guys’ voices from downstairs. Part of me wants to creep into the stairwell and listen in on their conversation. Part of me is terrified of what I might hear. Eventually I lose myself in my school work. Once I’m finished, I notice a missed call from Athena and call her back.
“Where were you?” she demands. She’s so dramatic sometimes.
“Homework. Phone was off, I just saw you called. What’s up?”
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah,” I answer slowly. “Dante and the guys are downstairs.”
“What guys?”
Damn, she’s a nosy pain in the butt tonight. “Romeo and Luck.”
“I should come visit. Romeo’s just…agh, I can’t even.”
“He’s a little old for you.”
“Look who’s talking.”
I guess I walked right into that one.
“Athena, you don’t even know anything about him.”
“Sure I do. He’s hot and he looks at me like I’m the most interesting thing in the room.”
“Yeah, because he probably wants to fuck you.”
“And your point is?”
“Did you call for a reason?”
Athena’s giggles ring through the phone and I realize I haven’t spent a lot of time with my best friend lately. I miss her. Even if she is a pain in the ass. She ends up reading me a short story she wrote for English class because she wants my opinion on it. As usual it’s brilliant.
My praise is short-lived. In the background, I hear yelling.
“Shit, Karina. I have to go.”
She hangs up before I get a chance to say goodbye. Not unusual. Her parents have always been strict about her bedtime. It almost seems like it’s gotten worse instead of better.
Dante, homework, Athena. All great distractions to take my mind off the mess that is my family. Only a few hours away, I have a sister. How many times growing up did I wish I’d had someone else to talk to or share things with? Someone to hide under the bed with when my mother was on one of her drunken rampages? Will my sister hate me when she realizes she has a bastard half-sister? Romeo mentioned she was seeing someone in a motorcycle club too, and the idea makes me laugh. Pulling my laptop back out of my bag, I run a quick search online, but nothing comes up for Kadence Rivers.
How could my father leave me after my mother died to be with his other family, knowing I was all alone? If he truly cared about me, wouldn’t he have told his wife about me, no matter the consequences? Once they split up, why did he still barely spend any time at home? The cynical part of me snorts. Maybe he has a third family out there. I could have brothers and sisters all over the country for all I know.
Thinking about all of this, depresses me. Instead, I focus on Dante. On shedding my clothes. Turning the lights down. Throwing a pillow on the floor and kneeling on it while I wait. Wait for the only man who’s ever really cared about me.
CHAPTER FOUR
The bedroom’s only lit with a soft glow from one of the bedside lamps. I strip my shirt off as I step in the room, tossing it in the corner. Only then do I notice my girl.
Naked.
Sound asleep.
On the floor.
Sliding my arms under her body, I lift her. “Why’re you on the floor, baby girl?” I whisper. She stirs and loops her arms around my neck.
“Waiting for you,” she murmurs.
I set her on the bed and she curls up, eyelids fluttering. Yeah, she’s fucking beautiful and fuck do I want to stick my dick in her, but she’s so soft, sweet and innocent in sleep, I can’t disturb her. Quickly, I shed the rest of my clothes and slide into bed. I’m almost asleep when she rolls over and tucks herself against my side.
“I thought you wanted me?” she whispers. Soft breath brushes over my ribs.
“You were sleeping.”
“Mmm.”
She’s quiet again, but her tits are all mashed up against my side. Hard little nipples poking into me. How the fuck am I supposed to sleep now? My caveman side’s at war with the good guy I don’t know how to be. Nudging her onto her back, I lean down and take one ripe nipple between my lips and suck and until she gasps, coming fully awake.
Caveman wins.
“Tell me why you were on the floor, baby girl,” I rasp out between sucks and nips.
“I…uh…I was waiting for you.”
“How? Tell me.”
“On my knees,” she whispers so low, I barely hear her. I think my dick hears her before my brain does because he’s fully awake and ready to fuck after that admission.
“What’d you want?” My hand threads into her hair, pulling back so I can get at her neck. Under me, she squirms, her legs fall open, cradling me so fucking perfect.
“You.”
“Yeah, what else? Want me to stick my cock down your throat?”
“Yes.” She rolls her hips, lifting and offering herself. My cock twitches, loving every minute of our teasing game. “You on board to fuck, baby girl?”
“Always.”
Fuck if that’s not the truth. Her legs are already spread wide, but I shove myself more firmly between them and drive my cock home. “Fuck.”
She moans and raises her hips. “Need more, baby girl?”
“Yes. Give me everything.”
As if there’s anything I won’t give this girl. In and out of bed.
“So good,” she moans as I slowly drag my cock out.
Yes, it is. My hips snap into her at a quicker pace, trying to drive myself so fucking deep, she’ll feel me tomorrow. Her little hands slide into my hair and she pulls me down for a kiss. Demanding kisses for Karina. It’s a hell of a turn on.
I pull back and roll us until she’s straddling me. “Ride that cock and make me come, baby girl. Your man’s feeling lazy.”
She giggles softly and leans back, resting her hands on my thighs, thrusting her breasts in the air. In the darkened room, I can just make out the hard tips of her breasts jutting up and my fingers close over them.
“Move, baby girl.” I pinch and roll her nipples until she raises and lowers herself. Once she gets into it, she’s unstoppable. Thank fuck, we ain’t got neighbors out here, because she screams like a wild, hungry kitten.
“Dante, I’m coming.” She gasps and stutters the words. On each down thrust, she grinds into me hard.
“Good girl. Come on that cock. Get my balls nice and wet.” She’s beyond words. Watching her, feeling that snug heat squeezing the life outta my dick, I explode about two seconds after her.
She’s still trembling as she falls down over me and somewhere I find the will to move my arms, wrapping them tight around her. “You okay?” I ask after planting a kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“Mmm-hmmm.” She rolls to the side, but stays close. “Thank you.” She shifts and moves to get out of bed but my arm clamps around her.
“Where you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“I like my cum dripping out of you, baby girl.”
She gasps as I rub my finger in small circles over her pussy, then shove one deep inside. “Dante,” she whispers, an urgent plea.
“Wanna fuck you again. I like you being my little dirty girl.” My thumb brushes over her clit and she jumps. “Tender?”
“Yes.”
The scent of her pussy and sex fills the air, working me up even more. The head of my dick’s coated in her juices. “Want that freshly used pussy around my cock,” I mumble as I spread her wide and push inside her.
“I want. I want.”
I pound into her hard. “Yeah, what do you want?” I grunt ou
t.
“Fuck me.”
I chuckle against her ear. “Already doing that, baby girl. What else?”
“Hold me,” she answers. There’s a quiver to her voice as if she’s not sure what she wants. Or I’m just slamming her so hard she can’t get the words out. It’s hard to tell.
My hands twine with hers, and I push them up over her head, pinning her to the bed. She wriggles against me, arches her back, shoving her tits in my face. “You okay?”
“Hold me. Harder.”
This is new. But so fucking good, I keep going at her like an animal. Holding her down while she struggles, fucking her raw. Under me she’s soft and small, but fighting like a little wildcat. “You coming for me, baby girl? Need to feel your pussy choke my dick.”
“Dante!”
I press her harder into the bed and she goes fucking nuts. Coming, screaming, thrashing, pulling me with her. I pull out and cum coats her pussy, thighs and belly. The intensity of it rocks me so hard, my head’s spinning. “Fuck, Karina.”
When I realize how hard I’m holding her arms, I let go and she wraps them around my neck, lifting herself to kiss my face. “IloveyouIloveyou,” she murmurs over and over. My hands frame her face, holding her still. “You okay?”
She nods frantically, turning to kiss my hand.
“Let’s clean you up. You need to get to sleep.”
“Okay.”
Carefully, I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. She’s quiet while I soap her up and down. Her arms are ringed with red from where I held her down, and I still her to examine the damage. “This may bruise, baby girl. Didn’t mean to get carried away.”
“I liked it,” she whispers.
Huge, scared eyes stare up at me and I can’t help rubbing the back of my hand over her cheek. “It’s okay.”
When we’re finally clean, I slip a T-shirt over her head. Less chance of her tits brushing up against me and my dick zeroing in on her snatch like a damn heat-seeking missile.
It’s so warm and snuggly in bed, I don’t want to get up the next morning. It takes a second before I realize I’m alone. Disappointment turns my mouth down, but I throw back the covers and hurry through my morning routine. The scent of breakfast pulls me downstairs.
Dante’s cooked for me plenty of times. It’s still charming to find my big, gruff, crude biker scooping eggs out of the pan and pouring juice into glasses for us.
“Morning,” I announce. My breath catches when he glances up. Crap. Beard scruff and mussed hair makes him totally sexy.
“Hey, baby girl. Sleep okay?”
I nod and slide onto the bar stool opposite from him. He eats standing up, watching me carefully. When I’m finished he takes my arm, examining the faint blue marks around my wrist. They’re nothing tragic. You can’t even tell what it is unless you study my skin.
“Shit,” he grumbles.
Slipping my arm out of his grasp, I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe you need some padded restraints.”
My heart thumps at the word restraint. “Maybe,” I whisper. My eyes lower to my lap so I can get out my next thought. “That’s what I was thinking about last night. You, tying my hands behind my back. Attaching the ropes to the foot of the bed, and…” I can’t finish.
Dante places a finger under my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes. “And?”
“You know.”
He smirks at my shy response. “Shoving my cock down your throat and fucking your face?”
Heat streaks through me. How does he do that with a few simple, crude words?
“Yes.”
He nods thoughtfully. “You still got your little plaid skirt?”
Peeking up at him through my lashes, a slow smile curves my mouth up. “Yes. Why?”
“Want you to wear it for me again.” His words flow over me like silk.
“I can do that.”
We stare at each other for a few more seconds, before he flicks his gaze to the clock behind me. “Better get ready for school.”
God, that feels so wrong. I end up chuckling as I slide off the stool and stuff a rogue book into my backpack. I feel Dante’s heat behind me, and his hands cup my hips, pulling me against him. I straighten up, shifting against his crotch a little just to hear him groan.
“You need to go, before I strip you down and fuck you.”
“I might like that.”
He spins me to face him. “Yeah, I know you would. But I want you to finish strong this year. Few more weeks, right?”
“Right,” I whisper.
“Good. Where you at with your internship and summer classes?”
Surprised he’s concerned about that, it takes me a second to answer. “Still waiting to hear back on the internship and I still need to register for the class.”
“Okay. Make sure you get it done.”
“I will.”
Before I walk out the door, he pulls me to him for a blistering kiss. “I should be here when you get home.”
I’m too dazed for words, so I end up nodding.
CHAPTER FIVE
School’s a drag. Everyone just wants to get to finals and get the hell out of here. No one seems to be able to sit still for very long. Including me. Even Athena’s more antsy than usual.
“How’d your dad end up taking you and Dante?”
She’d been there to see part of what went down, but not long enough to hear all the gritty details. I’m not sure I’m ready to talk to her about my half-sister. The whole situation is humiliating for many so many reasons.
“I don’t think he knew what to do.”
She lifts her shoulders. “Not much he can do. It’s his fault you have daddy issues in the first place.”
“I don’t have daddy issues. What the hell does that even mean?”
Athena makes this God, you’re fucking dense face that I kind of want to smack.
“Whatever you say, baby girl.”
“Fuck you.”
Her mouth tips up in a wicked smile and she leans in closer. “I think that’s my problem. I need to get my cherry picked.”
“I think it’s “popped.”
“I know. I was putting my own unique spin on it. Don’t you pay attention in English?”
Spin. Athena’s making my head spin today. She’s all over the place.
“Wait, what? What about Bobby?”
“Doesn’t count. We didn’t get there.” She taps her finger against her chin. Something she does right before she asks you something she shouldn’t.
“Do I really have to wait until after my birthday—”
“Yes.”
Her eyebrows do a little dance. “Maybe I’ll stop by Romeo’s shop and see if he wants to give me a tune-up.” She follows that up with a shoulder-shimmy that attracts the attention of the boys at the next table.
I can’t help laughing. “God, you’re awful. And stay away from him. I don’t think he’s what you want for your first time.”
“Why? He’s probably good at it.”
“He’s gross.”
“What are you talking about? He’s hot as sin. Besides, I want to screw him, not marry him.”
Naturally, she says that loud enough that half the cafeteria hears her.
“Yo, Athena, you need to get fucked, I’ll be more than happy to provide a good pounding.” Jeremy—one of the most obnoxious guys in our school—shouts.
Athena wiggles her pinky finger in the air. “Sorry, I need something bigger.”
I snatch her hand out of the air, holding it against the table. “You’re awful. Now they’ll never shut up.”
Right on cue, a bunch of insults get hurled our way. Jeremy calls me a whore, and five seconds later, one of the guys I recognize as a prospect from Dante’s club punches Jeremy clean out of his seat. A hush falls over the cafeteria as kids wait to see if a fight will break out. But another kid—who I also recognize—joins the prospect. The two of them are fucking scary. They definitely study at Dant
e’s school of intimidation. The first one leans over and has a brief conversation with Jeremy. Brief because Jeremy gets to his feet and leaves the cafeteria without another word.
The prospect—Cricket, his name finally comes to me—walks by and winks at me, then he and his friend are gone.
“Holy shit. What was that?” Athena whispers.
“He’s a prospect at Dante’s club.”
“Wow. So he’s got little minions around watching out for you?”
“No. I don’t think so. He probably just recognizes me from being there with Dante.”
But it makes me wonder. I can see Dante either asking the kid to keep an eye on me or—“He probably just wants to score points with an officer so he’ll get voted in after graduation.”
“I’ll score with him any day. He’s hot. How come I never noticed him before?”
“Because you’re too busy lusting after guys who are too old for you?” I offer sweetly.
Athena isn’t easily insulted. “True story.”
“Hey, I’m thinking of cutting gym and going to the mall before I go home. Do you want to come with?”
Her lips push into what I think of as her kicked puppy pout. “I can’t. My mom has this stupid interview set up she wants me to go on.” Kicked puppy turns into determined bitch pretty quick with Athena though. “I hate breaking it to her, but I have zero intention of sticking around a single day after graduation.”
“Are you still thinking of going to California?”
“Hell, yes.” She cocks her head and stares at me. “I always thought you’d come with me. There didn’t used to be anything holding you here.”
I blow out a breath. “Athena. You didn’t tell me until a couple weeks ago that you were planning to do that.”
“I know. Are you really going to stay here and settle down with him? You’re so young. He’ll have you spitting out kids in no time.”
“No. He wants me to go to school.”
Now she looks at me like I’m nuts. “Really? I didn’t think those guys were really into their women getting all educated and stuff.”
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