Page 139 of Devil’s Disciples

“I was imagining being force-fucked by him last night,” she cooed. “Under the car port, of all places.”

I gave her a look. Enough was enough, and it was time I put my foot down.

I cleared my throat. “He’s off limits.”

“Settle down.” She glanced at the mirror, and then tugged against the hem of the dress. “I’m not even sure if it was him. It was a pretty weird dream, and it was hard to tell. Everything he was wearing made it seem like him, but he was faceless. I never got a good look at him.”

“So, it wasn’t him?”

“Hard to say. I don’t think so.”

“What’s it mean to be ‘force-fucked’?” I asked.

She took another admiring glance at her reflection. “Being fucked really hard.”

I was puzzled. “There’s a name for it? I thought that’s what adults did when they had sex.”

“No, really hard,” she said. “He was stuffing me so full of dick that we pushed his motorcycle from the carport to the fence. I was grabbing for something to hold on to, and he was fucking me so hard I couldn’t keep my footing. I’m not sure, but I think my feet were coming off the ground. Then, when the motorcycle tipped over, he didn’t even stop. Just smashed my face up against the fence and kept pounding away. Gas and oil were pouring out of it like mad.”

I chuckled a laugh. “A biker would stop and pick up his motorcycle. He’d never keep fucking after his bike tipped over. That’s how you know it was a bullshit dream.”

“Yeah. That, and it was raining. It never rains here.”

“Rain? You were doing it in the rain?”

She nodded. “Purple raindrops. I woke up drenched.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

She turned toward the dressing room. “I need to know if Dolla Bill has friends.”

“He’s got friends,” I said. “They ride up and down the block once a week.”

She pulled the door closed behind her. “I need to know if he’s got friends that are willing to force-fuck me under the carport.”

“I have no idea,” I said under my breath.

I didn’t want whatever I had with Cash to turn into nothing more than a fuck-fest. Having Jennifer offer no-holds-barred sex to his friends would do nothing but complicate matters. He’d undoubtedly expect the same from me.

I had no intention of being that girl.

He and his biker brethren would look at us as if we were nothing more than the whores who lived down the street. I wanted more than that from any man who was actively participating in my life.

Much more.

I simply didn’t know if he was willing to give more. If he wasn’t, I’d enjoy his company when he was willing to give it. I wouldn’t, however, agree to sex under the carport while purple rain fell from the sky unless he’d expressed a different level of interest in me.

So far, he hadn’t done anything wrong, but his level of sincerity was currently in question.

Jennifer came out of the dressing room with the dress draped over her shoulder. “What do you think?”

“About the dress?”

“I’m getting the dress,” she said. “I meant about seeing if he has any willing friends.”

He may have had friends who would fuck Jennifer until she limped when she walked, but I wasn’t willing to find out. At least not yet. Cash had my undivided attention, but until he took a few steps in my direction, I wasn’t going to have sex with him, nor was I going to do anything to lead him to believe women like me – or my neighbor – were easy prey.

“When he comes by the next time – if there’s a next time – I’ll see what he says.”