“You’re beautiful, mi cielo.” The endearment slips out. I should take that as a warning. Again, it seems I don’t care.
“Skull,” she whispers, and those fucking eyes of hers are glowing. My chest grows tight, but I ignore it and help her button up her shirt. It’s a shame to cover her up; she was made for a man to gaze upon.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her, my voice gruff.
“I… I could be—I mean, there’s a chance they’re… looking for me,” she stammers, and her face flushes worse.
Something about the way she says that troubles me. Is she that afraid of being expelled from school? I know she wants to graduate, but can she be so innocent that she thinks she is the first woman to get in trouble for skipping school? Maybe it’s her Catholic upbringing. Did she mention parents? No. Guardians? Fuck, why didn’t I find out more about her? Even as my brain asks that question, I already know the answer: I just wanted to fuck her all along. I still do, but… fuck me sideways, she’s tying me in knots.
“We’ll go out the entrance that leads to the back street. That’s where my bike is,” I tell her, frustrated with myself. I lead her down the path that will go to the small gate at the back of the fence for this section.
“Can I change into my pants? I brought jeans so I could ride…”
I watch her lips, already swollen from my attention, say just that one word: ride. My dick pushes against the zipper of my pants and the poor fucker is begging me to come.
“Go ahead,” I tell her, standing back to wait on her.
“You aren’t going to… you know… turn around?” she asks, and I smile at the rosiness in her cheeks. How many times a day can a woman blush? I have the urge to find out.
“Why?”
“Uh, because I’m going to put on clothes…?”
“Only if you hurry. You can’t kiss a man like you just did me and expect me to be patient long, querida.”
“But—”
“Okay, let’s go,” I tell her, reaching for her hand.
“No, I mean… don’t you think people will notice a girl on the back of a bike in a school uniform? I need to change.”
I shake my head at her. Does she not realize that people will notice her no matter what the fuck she is wearing? I give her a heavy sigh and turn around. I can hear sounds behind me and know she’s digging through her bag for her pants. I’m a bastard and eventually Beth will realize that, but I turn back around and watch as she pulls her skirt up her hips and steps into her blue jeans. I catch a glimpse of small, white cotton fabric and have to adjust my cock. How much bare pussy have I seen? How many thongs or scraps of lace have I seen? Yet Beth in fucking white briefs, which not only cover her pussy but her hips and part of her fucking stomach, makes my dick hard enough to pound rocks into dust. It’s fucking ridiculous. I’m being owned by her damn pussy and I haven’t even been inside of it yet.
Beth looks up as she buttons her pants. She pulls her skirt over the top of the jeans and kicks it off.
“You looked!”
“I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than looking. You ready?”
“I’m starting to not trust you,” she grumbles, but she follows me when I take her hand.
“That’s probably your smartest move yet, querida,” I tell her, even if the fact that she said it annoys me.
I hold onto Skull the whole ride. He said we were headed “home”, but as we pull up to the huge building surrounded by a high chain-link fence with electrified barbwire running along the top punctuated by electronic gates and guards, I assume we’ve gone to his club. Even being in the family I’m in, I haven’t seen security this tight, or at least not this loudly broadcasted. No, Colin is much more understated.
My hands tighten around Skull’s stomach as I hold onto him tighter. I’m only going to get a few days with him. I want to enjoy them.
He pulls his bike into the garage and I slide off to my feet. He joins me, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me into the attached building. The man who’s been with him in town is here. He’s a tall man with dirty blond hair that’s all mussed and choppy looking. It looks like a woman just ran her fingers through it and spent hours touching it. He’s got a look on his face that makes me want to blush and I don’t even know why. I think it’s the dirty promises that even I can read in his eyes. He’s wearing a leather cut like Skull’s with a white t-shirt under it and tight jeans molded to his lean body.
“Quit looking at my woman, motherfucker,” Skull growls at him, and I stop staring to look up at Skull. He’s shooting the guy a look like he could kill him.
The man shrugs and says, “I’m only human.”
“Which means I can kill you, so back the fuck off,” Skull growls back.
“Hey, honey. I’m Torch,” he says with a wink, totally ignoring Skull’s warning. When I hear Skull’s growl, I have to conclude that Torch might not be very smart. I sure wouldn’t want to piss Skull off.