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by Cassie Alexandra

  “Here,” I said, cleaning off her back. “I probably should have worn a rubber.”

  “Probably,” she said, pushing her dress back down over her hips. She turned around and raised her hands to her chest.

  “Let me help you,” I said, reaching for the buttons on her dress. “I suppose you’re pissed off now.”

  She smiled up at me. “Do I look pissed?”

  “You look beautiful.”

  “You look pretty amazing yourself,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “I think that next time, however, I’m pulling your hair.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  With a sparkle in her eye, she tugged on it, poking the animal inside of me. The one who liked it rough sometimes. Growling in the back of my throat, I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Hard.

  Adriana pulled back, smiling. “My goodness, slow down, Raptor,” she said in a breathless voice.

  “Can’t help it,” I said, grabbing the back of her head. My zipper was already getting tight again. “You bring it out in me.” I pulled her face to me and kissed her again, this time, with more tenderness. But it was hard. I was already raring to go and she tasted sweet. Like peaches. I wanted to devour her lips and every other part of her.

  She put her hand on my chest, gently pushing me back. “We need to leave.”

  Sighing, I touched her forehead with mine. “Come home with me,” I whispered.

  “I can’t.”

  “Why? Because of your mother?”

  “Yes. I have her car.”

  “What if you didn’t have it? Would you?”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  “Listen to me,” I said, touching the side of her face. “I know you’re frightened of being with me, but I swear to you… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

  “You can’t promise something that you really have no control over,” she said, looking frustrated. “We both know that.”

  “Bullshit. I do have control over it.”

  She sighed. “Like Tank had control over what happened to Krystal?”

  “What happened to Krystal… that was fucked up. It was horrible. We had no idea that Mud would retaliate like that. But, things are different now.” I replied. “We’ve run The Devil’s Rangers out of Iowa.”

  “How in the world could you do that? All of them?”

  “Yup. We had proof that Mud killed Krystal and used it to drive him out. We gave him an option - move his entire Chapter to a different state, or spend the next twenty years in prison.”

  “You had proof? Why wouldn’t you turn it over to the police? Mud needs to go to prison!”

  “We take care of these kinds of things, our way.”

  “So, you just drove the club away? That’s how he’s going to pay for killing my best friend?”

  “Believe me, when things settle, Mud’s going to really pay for what he did to her. He’s not going to get away with it. Tank and Slammer are already working on the details.”

  “See, this is exactly why I can’t be around you, Trevor. You and your friends don’t play by the rules.”

  “Yeah we do. Our rules.”

  “Even though they’re against the law?”

  “The law isn’t always right.”

  She sighed. “It’s not worth arguing with you. You’re stubborn and already set in your ways.”

  “Exactly. So, don’t argue with me,” I said, with a cocky smile. “Just accept that things are how they are and don’t worry your pretty little head about Mud and the Devil’s Rangers.”

  “Unbelievable.” She shook her head and walked to the passenger door. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “Back to my house.”

  “No. To your bike. I need to get home,” she said, opening the door. “And I’m pretty sure that you fucked me sober.”

  I got into the car. “You think you can drive?”

  “I’m positive,” said Adriana.

  I stared at her hard. She looked sober, but I wasn’t taking any chances. “Fuck that.” I started the engine. “Your mother would kill me if anything ever happened to you. I’m taking you home and I’ll call Tank. He can give me a ride back to my bike.”

  “I’m surprised that you care what my mother thinks.”

  “So am I,” I said, rolling up the windows. “So am I.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Adriana

  Trevor drove me home and I invited him in.

  “So where is your mother?” he asked, as we walked into the doorway.

  I flipped on the lights and looked at the clock. It was almost nine o’clock. “She should be closing the shop, soon.”

  “I’d better get out of here, then. She’ll have a fucking conniption if she sees me. I don’t want to be the cause of a woman having a heart-attack.”

  “Actually, she won’t be home for another hour. They were going to grab a bite to eat, before Jim dropped her off.”

  Trevor smiled wickedly. “We have an hour?” he said, walking toward me. “Excellent.”

  I put my hand on his chest. “Wait a second…”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to the bulge in his pants. “I only need a few,” he said, kissing my neck. “Come on, Kitten. I need to be inside of you again.”

  “I don’t know,” I whispered, feeling myself already responding.

  Trevor pushed my jacket over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. “You don’t know? I think you do,” he said, walking toward the steps, his hands gripping my ass tightly. “So, just let it happen.”

  And it did happen.

  First in the bathtub, where he cleaned every part of me, using the shower head and his tongue.

  Then in my bedroom, where I finally got to see how much of his cock I could fit into my mouth.

  “Stop,” he said, after a few minutes.

  I pulled my lips away from his penis. “What, don’t you like getting a blow job?” I asked, rubbing up and down the base.

  “Fuck, I love getting a blow job,” he said, cupping my mound. “But I love being inside of you more.”

  I climbed over him and rode his cock, rocking back and forth as he held my hips, urging me faster.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said cupping and squeezing my breasts as I stared down at him through my hair.

  Seconds later, I threw my head back, gasping as I came for a third time, this one more intense than the one I’d just had in the shower.

  “Damn,” he growled, flipping me onto my back and then entering me again. “I felt that, too. My turn.”

  I stared up at Trevor as he took charge, pounding into me. At one point, he leaned down, kissing me with a passion that I felt all the way to my toes. It made me my heart flutter, almost bringing me to tears and was enough to make me realize that I’d already fallen for him. Hard. I knew right then that I didn’t want to be anywhere else, but with Trevor and in his arms. Screw my mother. Screw the Gold Vipers. Screw everything else. Trevor and I were all that mattered.

  He slowed down. “You okay?” he asked, touching my face.

  “Only if you keep fucking me,” I said, pulling his mouth back to mine so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

  When it was his turn to come, I could feel Trevor’s cock pulsating inside of me as stiffened up and let go, holding my hips so tightly that his fingernails dug into my skin. Then, he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, sweaty, and spent.

  “I think we should take another shower,” he whispered, touching my damp forehead.

  “I can but you can’t. My mom’s going to be home any minute.”

  He sighed. “Have you ever thought of moving into your own place?”

  “I can’t afford to. I’m in college, remember?”

  He stared at me for a few seconds and then said, “Move in with me.”

  My eyes widened. I laughed. “Right.”

  He ran a finger over my arm, giving me goose-bumps. “I
’m serious.”

  “You know, I-”

  He put a finger to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say anything. I just wanted to throw that out there. I know you’re probably not ready for it. Hell, you’re not even ready for me, are you?”

  I swallowed. “Actually,” I whispered. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

  “Thinking?” He grinned. “Sounds like trouble.”

  I slugged him in the arm.

  “Just giving you shit, Darlin’. Now, tell me, what exactly were you thinking?”

  “We should keep seeing each other. But, maybe keep it on the down low, right now.”

  He smirked. “The down low, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What you mean is keep it from your mother?”

  I nodded.

  He sighed. “Kitten, you shouldn’t be lying to her.”

  “Yeah, but…”

  “But, nothing. She’s your mother and you’re an adult. Tell her the truth.”

  “The truth,” I repeated, now smirking myself.

  “Yes,” he said, grabbing both of my hands. He turned them over and kissed my knuckles. “Tell her you’ve fallen for me and there’s nothing that she can do about it.”

  He already knew it, too. I had definitely fallen for him.

  “And then I will tell her that she needs to trust me. That I’ll never let anything happen to her daughter.”

  “Easier said than done,” I said. “You’ve met her. You know that she doesn’t listen to you.”

  “That’s her problem, then.”

  I sighed.

  “What do you want from me?” he asked, his eyes burning into mine. “I mean, really?”

  “The same thing that you want from me,” I said, not really sure exactly what I was ready for. I could pretty much guess what he wanted, however. Sex. Lots of it.

  “And what is that?”

  “This,” I said.

  “You mean, sex?”

  I nodded.

  He smiled in amusement. “Is that it? You just want me to fuck you?”

  “Isn’t that what you want?”

  His face became serious. “Honestly? I want much more than that. I want you on the back of my bike. I want you sitting next to me in the morning, while we’re eating breakfast. I want you picking out sheets for our bed. I want to know what your favorite kind of pizza is or how you like your burgers. I want to know what kind of perfume you wear, because it drives me insane. Do I want sex? Fuck yes. But I also want everything else, Kitten. That’s what I want from you.”

  I couldn’t help it. I smiled, my stomach full of butterflies as I imagined waking up to him every morning and eating breakfast. Taking showers together. Shopping at Home Depot. Decorating our Christmas tree, together. It all sounded so romantic.

  He smiled back. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you smile. No idea.”

  I was about to tell him that he wasn’t so bad on the eyes, when I heard the front door open.

  “Fuck, my mother,” I said, jumping out of his arms.

  He growled.

  “Okay, um… just, stay here until she goes to bed. I’ll drive you back to your bike, afterward,” I said, pulling my robe on.

  “Fine,” he said, looking pissed.

  “You’re mad at me,” I said, watching him get out of bed.

  “I’m frustrated,” he said, walking toward my bathroom, where his clothes were spread out on the floor.

  Sighing, I slipped out of my bedroom and met my mother by the stairs.

  “Hi, Honey. How was the reception?’ she asked, yawning.

  “It was… very sad.”

  “I’m sure. I called Bonnie and left her a message. The poor woman,” she said with a somber expression. “I just can’t imagine what today was like. Seeing your daughter buried, like that.”

  “I know,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty about the last couple of hours. My best friend was in the ground and I’d been acting like a sex addict who’d finally gotten her fix.

  Although, Krystal probably would have been proud…

  A loud thud from inside of my bedroom startled us both.

  “What’s that noise?” she asked, pushing past me to my door.

  Fuck!

  I followed her in, ready for an argument.

  “Keep this window closed,” she said, moving to my bedroom window. “It’s cold outside. You’ll get sick.”

  I looked around, shocked that Trevor wasn’t inside. Then I realized that he’d climbed out of the window, which I’d done quite a few times myself, as a teenager. He was quite a bit heavier than me, however, and it made me wonder if the trellis was broken.

  Mom closed the window and locked it. Then she turned to smile at me. “Guess what?”

  “What?” I asked, moving next to her. I looked outside, but didn’t see any sign of him.

  “Jim asked me if I wanted to go away with him for a weekend in January.”

  I turned around, surprised. “Are you?”

  “I think so,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “He owns a cabin, up north, and wants to take me snowmobiling and ice-fishing.”

  “You should go. It will be good for you.”

  “I’m definitely going to consider it,” she replied, walking toward the door. “He’s such a nice man. So thoughtful and polite.”

  “He seems very nice from what I can tell.”

  Her eyes sparkled. “You know, he has a nephew that’s single. A dentist.”

  I groaned. “Don’t even think about trying to set me up.”

  “Maybe we’ll invite him over for Thanksgiving.”

  “Mom…”

  She grinned. “You should give him a chance, Adriana.”

  “Like you gave Trevor?”

  Her smile vanished. “That was different, and you know it.”

  “Trevor’s a nice guy, Mom. He really is.”

  “I don’t care how nice he is,” she replied. “He hangs out with bad people. You and I both know it. Look at what happened to Krystal.”

  “That wasn’t Trevor’s fault.”

  She sighed wearily. “Are you really going to rehash all of this? I thought you were through with him, anyway.”

  “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.”

  Her lips pursed. “I knew when I saw him at the funeral, there would be trouble. I just knew it.”

  I rubbed my forehead. “There wasn’t any trouble.”

  “Right. That’s why you’re bringing him up?”

  “Seriously, Mom, I’m tired of you treating me like a child,” I said, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.

  “Then start thinking and acting like a level-headed adult.”

  “You know, I think I know what my problem is,” I said, more to myself.

  “That you’re too trustworthy with men?” she replied. “Or that you think you can change them? Because you can’t. Especially someone like him. Someone who doesn’t want to change.”

  I glared at her. “No. My problem is that I let you run my life.”

  Her eyes widened. “That’s not fair.”

  “Not fair? Mom, I’m twenty-one years old. You insist on doing my laundry, cooking my meals, even picking out my makeup. You’ve not only spoiled the hell out of me, but you’ve made me feel like I owe you.”

  “What do you mean, I make you feel like you owe me?”

  “I just…” I stammered. “I just feel like I’m living your life and not my own, sometimes. You wanted me to work at the shop, so I did. You’re the one who talked me into my college classes, you’re the one who picked out my car. You even make my salon appointments when you think I need a haircut. It’s just so frustrating.”

  “Well, I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “You’re my daughter and all that I have left. Maybe I coddle you a little too much, but that’s what mother’s do. I just want what’s best for you.”

  “Mom, you’re not just coddling me, you’re smothering me.”

  “You’re exaggerating.” />
  “Am I? Hell, maybe Trevor is bad for me or maybe he’s the best thing that ever happened. But, I won’t know the truth if I continue letting you make all of my decisions. You have to stop and I have to quit allowing it to happen.”

  She raised her hands in the air. “Fine, you want to risk your life by hanging out with a hoodlum like Trevor, do it, but don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart, or ends up in jail.”

  “Mom, you have to try and trust my judgment, a little better,” I said, softening my voice. “I’m not out to risk my life. I’m not going to be joining their club. I just want to get to know Trevor better, and if I find out that he’s really no good for me, at least it’s my decision not to see him. Not yours.”

  She wiped a couple of tears from under her eyes. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do,” she said. “Please, if you’re going to see him, be careful, Adriana.”

  I took her hands in mine. “Mom, I swear to you, I’ll jump ship the moment anything gets dangerous or weird. Okay? I promise.”

  “You’d better.”

  I sighed and gave her a hug.

  “Don’t you really want to work at the shop?” she asked.

  I pulled away. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s fine for now and I do appreciate that you’re letting me work there. But, once I graduate from college, I’ll probably move on.”

  “I understand that. But, remember, when I die, the company is going to be yours. You need to know how to run it. It’s our legacy, Adriana.”

  I groaned. “Fine, but quit talking about dying. That shouldn’t happen for a very long time, Mom.”

  “One can only hope, but we both know that you can’t predict the future,” she said.

  “But, we chose the path that leads us to it,” I finished for her. “Yes, I know.”

  She sighed wearily. “Well, I’m going to take a shower and then make some tea. Would you like a cup? It’s de-caffeinated.”

  “No. I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed, too. But, thank you.”