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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PREPPY
Even when Dre was at her worst, a strung out junkie on the verge of suicide, she was still a better person than I’d ever be. I knew that now, more than ever before. She didn’t need to come to my rescue, but she did. She rescued me from myself and sacrificed her own safety and happiness for mine.
I also knew now, more than ever, that I wanted to keep her. Unfortunately, I also knew now, more than ever, that I couldn’t.
I don’t know exactly how long we stayed there in my bed, locked away up in my room. For days we got up only to eat or shower. We fucked, watched movies, and we fucked some more. I couldn’t get enough of Dre or her tight as fuck pussy. I spent my time coming in and on every part of her body.
We left the house once for me to take her over to Mirna’s so she could grab some of Dre’s things and then visit Mirna, who was still in stable condition. After, we’d come right back to my place where she taught me how to make pancakes properly, using one of Mirna’s recipes while wearing this lacy red apron… and nothing else. I’m not a religious man, but I saw Jesus when I tasted those pancakes and almost cried when the fluffy deliciousness touched my lips. I vowed to her right then and there that I’d never make pancakes from a box ever again.
And then I bent her over the counter and fucked my gratitude into her.
There was no way I could ever repay her for what she did for me, no way to tell her “thank you” in a way that would accurately convey how much I appreciated her dragging me back from the depths my mother’s visit had sent me down into. So instead of using my words, I dragged her back to my bed and used my cock. My fingers. My mouth. My tongue. I made her come with everything I had, until my dick was a deep shade of purple and about to burst with need, before I would even think about tickling her woman cave with my man meat.
We did something else I liked.
We talked.
We talked about almost everything. Her family. Her school. Books. Movies. I found out she played the violin in the sixth grade and she had to talk me out of going to the 24 hour pawn in the middle of the night to buy her one, because the image of her playing for me naked wasn’t an easy one to shake.
Seeing her face light up as she was quoting Anchorman was an entirely new level of weird turn on for me.
I knew I needed to come clean with her. Things had changed. Shifted. The feelings I had for her were more than friends and more than just friends who fucked. They were just…more.
She deserved to know the truth about her dad and I planned on telling her.
Later.
She also needed rehab. Proper rehab.
But instead of bringing up what would inevitably break us, I did what I’d always done. I was selfish. I’m savoring every moment with Dre, although I knew we were fucking on borrowed time.
There was no better reminder of how short that time was when reality pulled up, in the form of roaring bike engines rattling the walls like deep thunder.
I knew we didn’t have long.
What I didn’t know was that time was already up.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
DRE
Preppy took off downstairs when he heard the bikes and told me to stay put, and so I did. But when I got out of the shower and realized that an hour passed and he still hadn’t come back up, I threw on some clothes and went down to find him.
I padded down the stairs in my bare feet. My hair slicked back, still wet from my shower, soaking my tight, white tank top and making my red bra visible underneath. When I pushed open the back door the music hit me first, and I realized that the bikers hadn’t wasted any time. A party was already in full swing. Leather clad men were everywhere. Topless women strewn about their laps. Laughter and dancing surrounded the raging bonfire in the pit in the center of the yard.
A giant of a man with blond hair stepped in front of me, obscuring my view of the party down below. He looked very much like a tattooed viking. His blue eyes were the brightest I’d ever seen. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, with a slow southern accent. He glanced up at the house and then back to me. “Any special reason why you think you’re allowed in there? House is off limits. The party’s out back.” He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to the people down below.
“I was changing my clothes,” I explained, taken momentarily off guard why this stranger was questioning why I was there. Why was he there?
“In the house?” he asked, as if he still couldn’t believe it.
“Uh…I mean…yeah,” I said, unsure why he was so confused. That’s when the recognition hit me. I’d never seen him before, but there was no mistaking who he was from Preppy’s description. But before the words “You must be Bear” could slip from my mouth, Bear’s hands were on me, patting me down.
“You steal anything from in there?” he asked, running his hands over my skirt and up the sides of my tank top. He didn’t stop when he came to my breasts, squeezing them roughly.
“No!” I said, stepping away and smacking his hand. “I was invited by Preppy, asshole. Before you so rudely frisked me, I was about to tell you that I know who you are. You’re Bear, Preppy’s friend, right?”
Bear nodded and was silent for a moment. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on the scars on my arms. “Sorry, beautiful,” he finally said, extending his hand. I took it and he pulled me up against his massive wall of a body. “I know who you are, too.” Suddenly, his frown turned into a smile. He draped his arm over my shoulder like we were old friends.
“You do?” Preppy had told him about me? “Well, it’s great to finally meet you, Bear,” I said, craning my neck.
“Likewise,” he said. I beamed like a school girl. My face turned red and my heart fluttered. I felt practically giddy.
“Yeah, Prep said you’d fit in real nicely with the Bastards. Don’t worry about a damn thing. We treat all our girls real good. You’ll love club life. Parties, fuckin’, blow, more fuckin’. Ain’t nothing better than life with the club.”
What in the hell?
“I know the brothers will like you because I’m liking you.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Tonight we can even have a party of our own before you get to know my boys. Get acquainted.”
“Wait,” I said, taking a step back and remembering his earlier comment. “Preppy said that I…” I started, as it all started to sink in.
Bear interrupted, like he knew what I was going to say. He didn’t. “Preppy can watch. It’s kind of his thing.” He leaned down and brushed his nose against my ear. I was too full of rage to pull away, but at the same time had the urge to knee Bear in the balls. Thankfully, someone called his name from the fire pit. “I’ll be right back,” he said and with a smack on my ass, he stepped down off the back deck and took off across the yard toward the fire.
I was a stupid stupid girl.
Preppy had told me time and time again that he couldn’t keep me.
He never said anything about throwing me away.
* * *
PREPPY
“Thanks for recommending the talent,” Bear said, coming up next to me and lighting a cigarette. “She’s hot, like a weird cute kind of hot. Bet her pussy’s cute, too. Told her you liked to watch and she seemed into it.”
“Wait, who the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. I’d come downstairs to tell Bear to fuck off and get his biker bitches out of there when I’d gotten a call from the Georgia State prison. It was King and the news wasn’t good. His two to five year sentence had jumped to three to six. All I wanted after ending that call was to go back to bed and back to Dre.
