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She let me, but once she was standing, her knees wobbled as if they were going to buckle beneath her.
“Can you get on my bike?” I asked.
She nodded and started toward my bike without protest. She was definitely drunk. Everything between Tori and I was a fight. She was folding too quickly.
When she reached my bike, I got on first and helped her as best I could as she climbed behind me. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my back, and my entire body grew stiff. Without me asking her, she slid her arms around me and linked her fingers against my navel.
She felt warm against my skin, and her shampoo smelled more potent than the burnt rubber and dope. I breathed deeply, pulling in her sweet scent before turning and pushing my helmet over her head. She stared into my eyes before her face disappeared behind the helmet. Adjusting it, I shivered when her hair tickled my fingertips.
What the fuck was happening to me?
I turned away and cranked my bike. The loud rumble of my engine and the vibrations had her moving closer—holding on tighter—and sending a wave of a sensation I wasn’t too familiar with through my body. My cock grew hard, tightening my pants and making me uncomfortable physically and mentally.
I closed my eyes, pushing away the dark memories that came with anything sexual in my life, and took a deep breath before I released the kickstand and pulled away.
Having a passenger on my bike wasn’t something I was used to. Usually, I didn’t like people close to me, but it was different with Tori. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the feel of her against my body. I enjoyed how her hold tightened when I took the curves and the feeling of her thighs clenching around my hips.
It was sickening, but I couldn’t help it. The blood of Lorne Walsh ran through her veins, yet I found myself rock hard for her, wishing she would reach down and cup me with her tiny hands.
It didn’t happen with anyone else, and I wasn’t sure what that said about me. Did I like the things Lorne did to me? Was it his blood that turned me on or her body? It confused me and sent me reeling straight into an anxiety attack that had me slowing and trying to catch my breath as I drove us to my place.
The party was loud when we pulled up at the house, and people spilled onto the lawn from the front door. We hadn’t had a party so crowded in a long while, but it made it easier for me to usher a drunk Victoria through the crowd and straight to my bedroom. I breathed a sigh of relief once we reached my room without running into Joker or Crow.
“This isn’t my apartment,” she said as she looked around my room.
“Just noticing that? You’re trashed.”
“And you’re an asshole,” she countered.
I shrugged. “You got me there. Stay put,” I said before I turned and left the room in search of Crow.
I didn’t need to talk to him but wanted to ensure he made it home safely. I barely reached the living room and saw his tall frame on the couch. A bottle dangled from his fingers, and his head was laid back. He was passed out with the party going around him.
Seeing that he was okay, I returned to my room and shut the door behind me. Victoria was sprawled across my bed, her long, dark locks splayed across my pillow as she snored loudly. She had passed out in my bed.
Knowing she was down for the count, I left her alone in my room. It was safe. No one had the balls to go into my room without me.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Joker asked when I rounded the corner.
He was seated at the table playing strip Poker with Donny B, Stryker, and two chicks who were losing since they were mostly naked.
“I was checking on Crow. He’s down,” I said, nodding in Crow’s direction.
“Play with us, Saint,” the brunette in Joker’s lap said.
I eyed her perky breasts and slender waist, hoping I would feel some form of response, but nothing happened. Again, I wondered why it happened with Tori and no one else. It didn’t make any sense to me. How fucked up in the head was I?
Reaching into the cooler, I pulled out a bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a big swig. I wanted to numb the strange emotions swimming through my stomach, and the best way to do that was with straight vodka.
“You want me to deal you in?” Donny B asked as he shuffled.
I sat, and the brunette moved from Joker’s lap to mine. I reached down and cupped her thigh for show as nausea rushed up the back of my throat. Pretending was getting more complicated. Seeing and being around Tori pulled repressed memories to the forefront. She was fucking me up more than she realized.
“Yeah. Deal me in. Let’s see if I can win these panties,” I said, pulling on the brunette's G-string and making her giggle.
I won her panties and more, earning myself a wet spot on my jeans since she had spent the rest of the night humping my leg while I got drunk and played cards. She continued to reach for my limp cock, thinking she would get laid, and each time I moved her hand away without anyone noticing. Hell, she was too drunk even to notice.
Thankfully, she passed out on me and ended up sleeping naked on the floor next to Crow on the couch.
