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“Yeah, I’m Frank but go by Dingo. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Celestina. If you’re hungry, come on, let’s get you something to eat. Maybe we can get to know each other over some food, whatcha think?”
She walks toward me and when she’s right in front of me, it hits me how much shorter than me she is. I stand at six foot one inch and she’s lucky to be five six. Makes me want to pull her to me and protect her from every evil fucker out there.
She steps up on her tippy-toes and brushes a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks, Dingo, for making the trip. Hopefully you won’t regret it.”
“Sweetheart, gonna tell ya right now, I already know this trip will be one of the best I’ve been on in a long while, for sure. Let’s go, Celee, we need to feed you.”
* * *
I’m watching Celee eat like someone who’s not had a meal in a week. For fuck’s sake, I need to get to her story ’cause I’m gettin’ a twitchy feeling. My eyes are glancing around to make sure there’s no surprises.
“All right, sweetheart, obviously you’ve not eaten in a while. What gives? You said when we were chatting you had some troubles, but from the way you just scarfed down that big breakfast, we need to talk now. What kind of trouble are you in and what do you want from me?”
She looks up, her face looking like I drop-kicked her. Fuck. When she pushes the chair back to get up, I grab both of her hands, pulling her forward so she can’t. Her startled eyes show fear in them, which tells me part of her story. I release her hands but keep mine covering them.
“Sweets, not saying I don’t want to help. You intrigued me over the last couple of weeks. Felt like I’ve known you forever and, gonna be honest, generally I don’t waste time with a chick. I’m not a big talker so what’s happening between us is something special, I’m thinking. So please sit and let’s talk, Celee.”
I wait impatiently but manage to keep my shit and, in the end, she sits, pulling her knees up, feet on the chair.
“I like the nickname Dingo. No one’s ever given me one. My story, huh? Better prepare yourself because once I tell, you can’t just leave me. No one can know what I’m about to share. If you agree then let’s get a cocktail, I’m going to need it.”
I thought she might be exaggerating but after listening to her try to explain why she is in Texas, and how she came about my profile, it made sense. The Grimm Wolves MC is known for protecting innocents and, being the idiot I am, one of the pictures was in front of the clubhouse with our patch sign above me. If Brick finds out, my ass is gonna get beat black and blue. Not to mention a huge fine. We’ve been told if we are gonna fuck around on social media, no mention of the club or brothers. Well, in this case, it might have saved Celestina’s life. Only time will tell.
One thing I need to do is get her next to that crazy as fuck Shadow, ’cause I’m guessing, but they look close enough, that somehow, they have to be related. Just what we all need, another Shadow in our lives. Not sure anyone will survive this but just from the little I’ve spent with Celee, she seems a bit more normal than Shadow, and fuck, there are hundreds—if not thousands—of people who look alike that aren’t related. Guess all I can do is pray and keep my fingers crossed.
TWENTY
‘HANNAH’
SQUIRT/ITTY BITTY
As soon as I open my eyes, know that today isn’t going to go as planned. I can almost feel my Auntie Zoey close, which is freaking me out. I know one of the girls mentioned they might be coming out, but fuck, really? What are we… little girls on our first dates, for Christ’s sake.
And talking about men, damn, Presley is one hot guy. After listening to him last night talking about his cousin and kid, he showed me a side I didn’t think a guy like him would have. I mean, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, and has a body any girl would die to touch. And to top it off, we all had a blast because he’s hilarious. Funny as shit. Not sure what happened to the dudes he was with before, but now it was just him.
As my club sisters headed off to bed, one by one, I ended up being the last one up. I was nervous as hell because my experience with men has been very limited. Okay, almost none. When I was trying to get some experience with that prospect from the Intruders, Auntie Zoey broke that up. Which, after much thought, was a good thing. He was a wimp and had no backbone. Auntie Zoey is right. I deserve better and need to wait for the right one to come into my life. Maybe fate is on my side, finally.
When Presley moves closer to me on the sofa, I almost swallow my tongue. Why is he doing that? As we talk about general bullshit, I feel his fingers playing with my hair, twirling it around his fingers. It gives me goosebumps all over my body and I don’t know what to do.
“Hey, Itty Bitty, how old are you? No, don’t get your fuckin’ feathers ruffled, I can tell this is all new to you. Be honest, I don’t want to go to jail anytime soon, or worse, get my ass dropped in a hole by the Grimm Wolves Enforcer, Chains, or worse still, your sister Shadow.”
“Presley, I’ll have you know I’m old enough to do whatever I want, with who I want, and when I want. Before we drove out here, I got busted by my Auntie Zoey for messing around with Dylan from my pops’s club, so there. How old are you?”
Watching that smirky sexy smile appear on his face, one part of me wants to grab his cheeks and kiss him, the other part wants to crack that smile off his lips.
“Now, now, don’t get any mean ideas. I’d hate to have to paddle that little ass of yours. Don’t be getting all pissy, Hannah. And to answer your question, turned twenty-five a few months ago. So I’m a grown man and might be more man than you can handle at the moment. That thought though isn’t going to stop me from doing this.”
He reaches over, both hands on my face, and pulls me to him as he lowers his head. My gasp comes at the perfect time, so when his lips touch mine, his tongue is instantly tasting and licking before diving into my mouth. He tasted like some kind of mint and, man, did he know how to kiss. Nothing like the asshole Dylan.
He shifts closer and pulls me to him, so we are chest to chest. Damn, he’s got some ripped muscles under his T-shirt. When one hand leaves my cheek and starts to travel downward, I pull away on a soft squeak.
“Too much, too soon, Bitty? Sorry, got carried away by your taste and your sexy as fuck smell. Give me one more kiss, then I’ll get outta here. Hoping it’s cooled off outside since I’m sleeping in my car tonight.”
Oh my God, he’s got to sleep in his car. That’s sucks and in this Texas heat, I know it’s hot and sticky out there.
“Hang on a second, Presley, I’ll be right back.”
