Disconnect

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  What the hell? Did the club find Logan and kill him? I’m surprised how much the thought bothers me. I shouldn’t care.

  “Does Hemi have any other family?” he asks while I’m figuring out what to say.

  My mouth opens, but I stop to think about my answer. “I think he had an aunt that lived in Wyoming? He spent one summer up there after he first moved here.”

  “Remember the name?”

  “No. But it was his dad’s sister. I don’t know if that helps.”

  He leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. “Yeah, baby, it does. Thank you.”

  “Thank God, I’ll have my stuff back. All my books were in there. I don’t know what I’m going to tell my teachers tomorrow.”

  “Don’t tell them what happened. Don’t talk about it with anyone. It’s club business and we’ll handle it.”

  Stung, I pull away from him. “Dante, I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t do that.”

  “Okay. Not even your friends.”

  I nod but I’m still hurt he thinks I’m so dumb.

  “I’ll take you to school tomorrow and pick you up.”

  I don’t know why, but this big, bad, older biker talking so casually about dropping me off at school seems so wrong. I let out a burst of giggles.

  “What’re you laughing at, baby girl?”

  “Nothing.”

  He’s still eying me. “Want you to concentrate on your school work. Don’t have much longer until graduation, right?”

  “Yeah.” I hesitate for a second, then dive in. “Before all the craziness with Logan, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  He turns, draping his arm over the couch, so he can face me. “What?”

  I’m struck with an overwhelming crush of emotion because I can’t remember anyone—except Logan way back when—ever giving me their full attention like this. I have to swallow a few times before I open my mouth.

  “Um, well…my physics teacher thought it would be a good idea for me to take some chemistry classes over the summer at the community college.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh, is that…okay?” My cheeks heat up and I have to look away.

  Dante places two rough fingers under my chin and turns me to face him. “My girl’s pretty fuckin’ smart, huh?”

  “Wha…What do you mean?”

  He snorts and looks away. “Nothin’. Fuck yeah. Take whatever classes you want. Why would you even ask?”

  My shoulders lift and I glance at my fingers nervously twisting together in my lap. “I don’t know. I thought maybe I should get a job. It’s not right that I don’t contribute anything—”

  “Your job is goin’ to school and makin’ me happy.”

  The corners of my mouth twitch up. “Okay.”

  “You think you need a job for some life experience or some shit, go ahead.” He snorts. “Only jobs I can help you find are in the club’s titty bar—which ain’t fuckin’ happening—or Romeo’s garage. That’s not happening either.”

  And here’s the other thing I wanted to talk to him about. “My teacher also suggested I volunteer at the children’s hospital over the summer. I’m, uh, thinking about med school again.”

  His mouth curves into a smile. “That’s great. Love the idea of fuckin’ a doctor.”

  I have to blush and look away. “It’s eight years—”

  He shrugs. “When you’re my age, you start realizing years go by pretty fast.”

  “I’m still thinking of going to state and the campus isn’t as far.”

  “I got enough cash to send you wherever you wanna go.”

  Wow. Holy shit. That’s— “Dante, I don’t expect you to put me through school—”

  From the way his forehead wrinkles and his eyes narrow, I think I insulted him. “That’s why I want to do it. You don’t expect me to. You want to pull your weight. Most women I’ve known don’t have goals other than gettin’ knocked up and finding some dude to live off of. You’re smart. You got ambition. I know you think I’m just a filthy biker, but I respect that, Karina.”

  “You’re not a filthy biker.”

  “Oh, yes I am, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”

  I’m in love with this girl.

  Fuck me to hell and back. Did I just offer fuck knows how many thousands of dollars to put this bitch through school? This ain’t about her being the best fuck of my life anymore. This is something else. Unmapped territory.

  The look on her face when she so nervously asked me if she could take a class. Asked me if I want her to get a job. Twisted me the fuck up. I need to be the one to take care of this girl. Never in my life have I given a fuck about doing the right thing for anyone other than myself or my club.

  “Come on, baby girl. Time for bed.”

  She gives me a questioning look, but takes my hand and follows me upstairs.

  Words don’t have much meaning to me. Showing her is better. She walks ahead of me into the bedroom and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. She leans back, limp and content. Shadows fill the room, but I don’t need light. I know her body in my fuckin’ sleep.

  My nose is in her hair, tongue flicking her ear. I slide my hand up her body loosely wrapping it around her neck. Her pulse flutters wildly against my skin. “Do you understand what I feel for you, Karina?”

  She swallows, the sensation reminding me of other things. “I think so.”

  So sweet and unsure. My fingers slide under her chin, angling her face so I can brush my lips against hers. Her sigh makes me press harder, tasting her slow and deep. Her knees weaken and her hands wrap around my arms, sexy little noises come from the back of her throat. My dick’s so hard I ache.

  We shuffle to the bed with my hand at her neck and one arm around her waist. “The things I plan to do to you, little girl…”

  “Anything,” she whispers.

  “What’s that?”

  “Do anything you want to me.”

  “That’s dangerous.”

  “I trust you.” She sighs and relaxes against me.

  I release her and push her forward. “Take everything off and lie down.”

  I’m ready to come in my pants. Otherwise, I’d laugh at how fast she gets out of her clothes and into position. “Someone wants to be fucked.”

  She angles her head so she can see me and nods.

  “Put your feet flat on the bed and spread your legs.”

  “What? Why?”

  For one second, I take my eyes off her, so I can snap on the bedside lamp. She blinks, and even in the weak light, I see pink racing over her skin.

  “Didn’t you just say I could do anything to you?” She jumps at my sharp tone and plants her feet on the mattress. “Knees apart, Karina.”

  Too slow for my wild brain, she parts them. Curling one of my big, scarred hands over each knee, I shove them wider.

  “You like when I put my mouth on your cunt, baby girl?”

  “Yes, daddy.” A growl rumbles through my chest and a shudder works down my body. Fuckin’ love the way her voice sounds when she calls me that.

  I take a step back, otherwise I’m going to lose it and bury my dick in her in the next two seconds. “Cup your tits for me. Pinch your nipples. Harder.” I fire off each demand and she follows.

  Her skin’s bright pink, but she keeps doing as I ask. “Don’t be fuckin’ shy with me, Karina. Put one of your hands between your legs.”

  She’s either gettin’ into it or tryin’ to entice me up there, because first she sticks her finger in her mouth, makin’ a show out of sucking it. Slowly she trails her wet finger down the middle of her body, stopping short of where I want. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit nice and slow for me.” Her fingers move a few more inches and she hisses when they land on their target.

  “Good girl,” I whisper. “Now slide your finger down between your lips.” I fight off a groan as her fingers glide right over her glistening pink skin. “Perfect girl. So nice and wet.”

  She hums and wa
its for her next instruction. Glancing up, I take in her closed eyes and her other hand still playing with her nipples. “Push a finger in.” My throat’s so tight, I have to choke the words out. Her knees drop to cover herself and I wedge my arm between them. “Don’t you dare hide from me. You’re so fuckin’ sexy right now.”

  Her eyes meet mine searching to see if I’m tellin’ the truth. I run a hand over my aching dick. “Yeah, you’re hot as fuck. Gonna have to cut these fuckin’ jeans off me, babe.”

  The corners of her mouth turn up and she reaches out for me.

  “No. Put your hand back on your tit and play with your nipples like you were doing. Good girl,” I add when she does it.

  “Now, slide that other finger in your slick little cunt. In and out. Nice and slow.” Fuckin’ perfect. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  She’s actually pouting.

  “Bullshit. Your juices are running over your fuckin’ ass cheeks.”

  “That’s you,” she mumbles.

  “What?”

  “That’s because of you,” she says louder. “I like when you touch me. I’m thinking about your big, thick, rough fingers inside of me and then your smooth, wide cock filling me.”

  Fuck me. She wins. I’m tappin’ out. I whip my shirt over my head and somehow get my pants down without ripping my dick off. The little smirk she’s wearing disappears when I hook my arms around her legs and drag her to me. “Think you’re fuckin’ cute, don’tcha?” I ask. Each word comes out clipped and broken because I’m shoving my dick in her as I say them.

  “You’re finally fucking me, aren’t you?”

  Where did this girl come from? It’s fuckin’ hot. I slide my arms under her and hook my hands over her shoulders to keep her still for the pounding her pussy’s about to take. “You’re a mouthy little bitch tonight, huh?” I mutter against her neck as I keep thrusting.

  “Y…yes. Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

  A dozen images of all the dirty things I want to do to her flip through my head. I release her and pull out, standing so fast my head spins. “Stand up.”

  She whines and I wrap my hand around her ankle, dragging her to the edge of the bed. When she’s on her feet, I turn her to face the bed. “Bend over.”

  That, she’s happy to do. “You’ve been bad. I wanted to watch you finger-fuck yourself and you ruined it.” I drop each word with enough force that she peers at me over her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry.”

  A couple of quick, hard slaps on her ass later, she’s dancing on her toes. “I’m sorry!”

  Then I’m grabbing her hips and sliding home again. She claws at the sheets while I fuck her with ruthless strokes. “I don’t think I should let you come, Karina. What do you think?”

  “No.” This time when she looks back at me there’s a wobble to her bottom lip, like she might cry. Fuck, even that’s a turn-on. “Please let me come, please,” she’s begging so hard she’s close to tears. I just keep slamming into her harder, trying to get deeper. My hands grab, push and pull her ass, so I can get the best angle.

  My balls are drawn up so tight it fuckin’ hurts. A good hurt. I can’t wait to shoot my cum in her. Underneath me, she’s still moaning, begging, and whining. “You wanna come, do it in the next ten seconds. I’m damn close.”

  I take mercy on her and rub her clit in small circles until she bucks and shudders. That triggers me and a low, rough groan fills the room.

  I’m still clutching a handful of her ass so I squeeze and she moans.

  “Hey,” she yelps when I give her a quick slap.

  “Can’t help it. Love that juicy fuckin’ ass of yours.”

  She wiggles it in response and it makes me laugh. I crawl up her body, stopping to suck each nipple into my greedy mouth. “Kiss me.”

  She throws her arms around my neck and puts her mouth to mine gently. She pulls away and slicks her tongue over her bottom lip. “Thank you for letting me come.”

  The corner of my mouth curls up in a smirk. Her fuckin’ orgasms are as much for me as they are her.

  “Get ready for bed, baby girl.”

  My ass is actually sore the next morning as I straddle Dante’s bike so he can drop me off at school. A sweet burn that reminds me of last night’s activities.

  He pulls up right in front as if he owns the place. Oddly, it makes me feel less out of place. It’s early, so I have time to kiss Dante goodbye.

  When we part, he puts his hand to my face. “Be at the clubhouse most of the day. I’ll have a new phone for you this afternoon, but if you need me for any reason, call there first.”

  He hands over a piece of paper with the numbers for the clubhouse and Luck. For a second, I can’t speak. Sure, my dad always left a number for me to call while he was on the road. But I had an emergency one time—a kitchen fire. Calling my dad hadn’t gotten me a damn thing, except a “good thing the fire department got there in time.”

  Somehow, I know if I call Dante, he’ll be there.

  “Thank you.”

  He angles his head and stares at me, but we’re interrupted by Athena who races over and throws her arms around my waist. “I’ve been calling you all weekend!”

  She’s jumping up and down, while still hugging the crap out of me. Dante’s mouth turns up and he raises an eyebrow at my best friend’s antics. “I lost my phone,” I say as I tug myself out of her grasp. She rolls her eyes at me and then seems to notice Dante.

  I make the introductions and it’s predictably awkward since Athena stands there gawking at him like a moron. “So you’re the white knight who’s takin’ such good care of my girl.” She runs her gaze up and down his body. “Or knight in black leather.”

  Dante seems pleased and I want to yank Athena’s hair out by the roots. Until he takes my hand and pulls me closer. “I like takin’ care of her.” Jesus. If he keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to skip school and go straight home with him.

  Athena clears her throat. “So, mister big, bad, scary biker, when do I get an invite to party at your clubhouse? You got any brothers as hot as you?”

  Dante choke-laughs at my friend’s brazen question and I smack her arm. “What’s the matter with you?”

  “How old are you, Athena?” Dante asks her.

  She opens her mouth to lie through her teeth so I answer for her. “Seventeen. She won’t be eighteen until the day after graduation.”

  “Bitch,” she grumbles at me.

  Dante points a finger at her. “You’re trouble. Tag along with Karina after graduation.” He turns to me. “I’ll see you later, baby girl.”

  Then he’s turning over the bike, twisting the throttle, and speeding away.

  The smirk on Athena’s face is begging for a bitch slap. “Baby girl?”

  “Yeah.” While I got here early, now I’ll be late if we don’t hurry inside. Of course, I have to drag Athena, who wants to ditch.

  “Come on. Fritz will be here.”

  “Okay. Okay.”

  Me and my hard-as-fuck cock are waitin’ at the curb for Karina at three sharp. I watch countless kids go by—none of them my girl. A flash of blonde hair catches my eye. Athena. I have to jog across the yard to catch up to her.

  “Athena?”

  She’s startled, but smiles when she turns and sees me. “What’s up?”

  “Where’s Karina?”

  “I don’t know. The Vice Principal’s office called her down during physics. I haven’t seen her since.”

  “Shit. What the fuck for?”

  “No idea.” Her brow wrinkles. “She said you were replacing her phone? We planned to catch up tonight.”

  Absently, I pat the pocket where Karina’s new phone rests. “Yeah.”

  “She’s probably up for Salutatorian.”

  “What the hell is that?”

  The little gash has the nerve to roll her eyes at me. “Second in our class. She’s super-smart.”

 
; Damn. Why didn’t she tell me that? “No shit.”

  “Yeah, she’ll have to make a speech at graduation.”

  Fuck, I’m proud of my girl. “And?”

  Athena shrugs. “She doesn’t really like public speaking.” She holds up her thumb and finger a millimeter apart. “I know she’s been slacking off just enough to knock herself out of second place.”

  My girl’s clever.

  “Do you want me to go try to find something out?” she asks.

  “Do ya mind?”

  She ignores my sarcasm and eyes me up and down. “Yeah, you should definitely wait out front. Where’s your bike?” I point to the front of the school and she follows me. As we’re rounding the corner, Karina comes flying down the front steps, but stops when she sees my bike. She turns our way and somethin’ ain’t right. Red-faced and red-nosed like she’s been crying. What the fuck?

  “Karina! What’s wrong?” Athena yells and goes runnin’ down the sidewalk.

  My girl’s mumbling, “Nothing, nothing,” when I reach them.

  She throws herself against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. Can we please go home?”

  Pushing her away, I stare into her eyes, but she turns away from me. In front of the school and her friend ain’t the place to talk, so I nudge her toward the bike.

  “Karina, call me later, please? Or I’m going to worry about you,” Athena pleads as Karina gets on behind me.

  “I will, promise.”

  Athena narrows her eyes at me and raises an eyebrow. I read her loud and clear. Little fuckin’ ballbuster, this one is. She definitely needs to stay away from my clubhouse.

  Karina wraps herself around me and we head home.

  As soon as we’re in the house, I take her by the hand and sit her down on the couch. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  Tears roll down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

  “For what? Talk to me. Athena said you got called to the Vice Principal’s office. Why?”

  She buries her hands in her face and sobs. If I don’t get some answers from her soon, I’m gonna go back to that fuckin’ school and burn it to the ground.