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WHEN ADRIANA’S HANDS touched my waist, it started a fire in my lower belly and made my zipper unbearably tight. I kept my cool, however. The last thing I needed was for her to realize that I wanted to bang the fuck out of her myself, after she’d almost been raped.
“Damn, you’ve got cold hands, Kitten,” I said, gritting my teeth as her fingers slid over my skin.
“Sorry,” she said, snuggling up against me.
Releasing my breath, I patted her leg in reassurance. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wasn’t like that fuck-head, Jason. The one who was going to get his ass handed to him when I found the prick. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay,” she said, gripping my waist even more tightly as we began to roll.
I pulled out of the parking lot, relishing the fact that the roads were empty and I had a beautiful woman on the back of my bike. The only thing that could make it better would be the feel of her hand sliding further south. I brushed the lewd thoughts away and tilted my face up toward the wind, hoping it would cool me the fuck down. Here, I’d just gotten my dick sucked an hour ago and my mind was still in the gutter. But, there was something so fresh and sexy about Adriana. Something that intrigued me so much that I was out rescuing her ass at two-thirty in the morning. This was surprising, even for me. Especially after my experience with Brandy.
“You okay?” I hollered over the rumble of the engine as we turned onto the highway and began to pick up speed.
Laughing, she raised her thumb.
I smiled.
The roads were clear on the trip back to my house, but I stayed the speed limit, even taking a longer route, just so the trip would last longer. Having her on the back of my bike and holding onto me like she was felt pretty fucking good.
“I want one,” said Adriana, when I pulled up to my garage, fifteen minutes later.
I smiled at her over my shoulder. “A motorcycle?”
“Yes. Oh, my God, that was so amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been on one of these before.”
I turned off the engine. “It’s even more amazing during the day. Especially when you’re touring across the countryside with the sun in your face, your back against the wind, and the stereo cranked. It doesn’t get much better than that.”
“It sounds like a lot of fun. Do you take many road-trips?”
I ran my hands through my hair, wishing I would have worn it back in a ponytail. “Not enough.”
“Huh.” She looked around my garage. “Wow, is that your Chevelle?”
“Yeah. You into muscle cars?”
“I always thought they were cool. What year is it?”
“It’s a ’67 S.S.”
“It’s sexy,” she said, walking over to it.
“I just had it repainted,” I said, following her.
“What color was it before?”
“It was the same color. Black.”
She leaned down and looked into the window. “It’s beautiful. Do you take it out much?”
“Sometimes. It’s fall now, though, so I probably won’t take it out any more this year,” I replied.
“I don’t blame you,” she said turning around. When she noticed how close we were, she slid sideways and moved around me. “Thanks for letting me stay at your place. The fresh air felt great, but I’m so tired. I can’t wait to sleep.”
“I bet. Do you have to work later?” I asked, not even sure if she had a job. All I knew was that she was in college.
She nodded. “Yeah. At six-thirty. In the evening, thank God.”
“Where do you work?”
“I work part-time at Dazzle.”
“The jewelry store?”
Adriana nodded. “My mom owns it. Normally I don’t work Saturday nights, but I promised I’d help her with inventory after the shop closes”
“Huh. I’ve been there before. Nice stuff. A little pricey, but nice.”
“You pay for quality,” she replied. “My mother prides herself on buying only the best diamonds and gems. She travels all over for them.”
“Interesting. Does she make her own jewelry, too?”
“Yes. She’s been teaching me now, too.”
“Really? That must be interesting.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I don’t have the same passion that she does. Or creativity. Anyway, what about you? Where do you work?”
“You mean when I’m not working for Slammer?”
“Yeah.”
“I do a little carpentry on the side.”
She looked surprised. “Like, as in fixing up houses and stuff?”
“Yeah,” I said, as we stepped outside the garage and began heading toward the house. “Or whatever else needs fixing.”
She stopped abruptly. “Um, it looks like you have company and... they might need some fixing of their own.”
I looked to see what she was staring at and my blood began to boil. Brandy was standing on my porch, holding a tissue and glaring at us.
“What are you doing here?” I asked sharply.
Her face fell and she began to cry.
“Fuck,” I mumbled when I noticed the bruise on her cheek.
“Danny hit me,” she said, raising her chin. “If you didn’t notice.”
I stepped onto the porch. “Yeah, well, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?”
Adriana, who was behind me, gasped at my indifference.
Brandy looked at her. “Who the hell is this?”
“Never mind,” I snapped. “It’s none of your business. Now, get in your car and go home.”
“Trevor, I can’t go home,” she cried, looking at me like I was an idiot. “He kicked me out. I need a fucking place to stay.”
Grinding my teeth, I unlocked the front door and turned to Adriana. “I have some shit to take care of,” I said, trying to soften my voice. “Go inside and make yourself at home.”
“Uh, I can call a cab,” she said, looking a little uncomfortable.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “No cab. Everything is cool, okay? I’ll be in shortly. ”
She nodded.
“Oh, and hey... if you’d like to take a shower, there are towels in the linen closet. Feel free to use whatever you want.”
Brandy wrinkled her nose and smirked. “She should. She smells like puke.”
I turned to her. “Brandy,” I warned, glaring at her. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I’ll be inside,” said Adriana, walking past me. From the look on her face, she was as embarrassed as all hell.
“Who the fuck is she really, Trevor?” said Brandy, after Adriana shut the door.
“Like I said, it’s none of your goddamn business,” I said and pointed toward the street where her car was parked. “Now, take your problems somewhere else. They don’t belong here.”
Her lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. “Why are you such an asshole? Don’t you care about me at all?”
I stared at her in disbelief. “I stopped caring the moment I found out you were fucking around on me with your boss, who I assume is now your EX boss. You’re lucky I didn’t beat the fuck out of you when I found out, because you’d have had more than a bruise on your cheek.”
She tilted her head and smiled. “Right. That’s not you.”
“Maybe it should be,” I threatened, never wanting to hit a woman as much as I did at that moment.
She saw through it. “You’re a good man, Trevor. You’d never hit a woman. We both know that.”
I smiled cruelly. “Is that right? Just like I thought I knew you?”
Brandy’s face fell. She tried reaching for me. “Trevor, baby, I’m so sorry –”
I pushed her away. “Don’t you give me that ‘I’m sorry’ shit and don’t you dare fucking test me,” I spat. “Now, if you don’t get off of my property, I’ll call the police and let them do it.”
Her eyes widened. “You call the police. That’s hilarious.”
“Does it look like I’m doing stand-up now?” I whispered angrily, noticing that one of my neighbors’ porches was now lit up.
Brandy let out a ragged sigh. “Okay, fine. But, do you even care why he hit me?”
“Nope.”
She ignored me. “I told him I wanted to get back with you.”
Grunting, I opened the door. “That’s priceless.”
She lurched forward, grabbing onto my leather jacket. “Please, Trevor, forgive me,” she begged, staring up into my eyes. “I made a mistake, baby. I realize that. It was the biggest mistake of my life, but I know that somehow... we can both get past it.”
I removed her hands from my collar and shoved her away. “It’s too late, Brandy, don’t you get it?”
“But I made a mistake,” she sobbed. “I should have never cheated on you. I know that. Can’t you just forgive me?”
I hated seeing a woman cry, especially one I’d once cared so much about. But my pride was still wounded and there was no way I’d be able to ever trust Brandy again. Not after the shit she’d pulled. “Seems to me you didn’t learn your lesson after balling your boss.”
She looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“You cheated on me and then you cheated on Danny, with me. Well, guess what? Now, neither of us want anything to do with your lying ass,” I said, slamming the door in her face.