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WHEN I ARRIVED home, I sent Trevor a text, telling him that I wasn’t coming over. In the message I also explained that I wasn’t interested in seeing him again... because his world frightened the hell out of me. I also told him that if he called, I wouldn’t answer. I pretty much demanded that he give me space and respect my wishes.
I hesitated before I pushed “Send.” I hesitated, because deep down, part of me wanted to see that sexy smile again. Even more than that, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his tongue, his mouth, and what was hiding under those blue jeans. I wanted it badly. What I didn’t want was the drama and all of the other stuff that came with it. Something told me that if I did find myself in his bed, I’d make up excuses for that part of his life. It would suddenly be acceptable. Well, that was now unacceptable.
Letting out a ragged breath, I pushed “Send” and then waited several minutes for his reaction.
Fortunately, he didn’t call me back.
Nor did he send me a text.
Setting my phone down, I went into my bedroom, removed my pantyhose, and then threw them into the dirty clothes. Afterward, I went into the kitchen and began making myself a ham and cheese sandwich. As I was searching for the mayonnaise, I heard it. The rumble of a motorcycle rolling down the street.
Groaning, I closed the refrigerator and went to the front door, knowing that none of the other neighbors owned a Harley or any other motorcycle for that matter. When I opened it, I found myself looking up at Trevor’s cocky grin.
“Surprise.”
I scowled. “Didn’t you get my text?”
“Of course.”
“I told you not to come over here.”
“Number one, you should know that I’m not keen on following orders unless they’re from Slammer. Number two, you told me not to call you. You never said anything about stopping by.”
I sighed. “Technicalities.”
“Can I come in?”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms under my chest. “In fact, you really need to leave. My mother is going to be home soon.”
“So, what you’re really trying to say is that she doesn’t like me?”
“Ha, ha. Funny.”
“Actually, it’s not, really.” He looked down at my outfit and he whistled. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you this, but you look sexier than hell, Kitten.”
“Thanks.”
He bit his lower lip and sighed. “A dress like that can make a man lose control. It can also put ideas in his head. Wicked ones.”
I was blushing when our eyes met again.
“Come on.” He leaned against the doorframe and whispered, “Take a ride with me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. You’re just scared.”
“It would never work between us.”
“I’m not asking for anything to work. I’m just asking you to take a ride.”
I glanced at his Harley. It sounded like fun, but I knew it was a bad idea. Between the man and the machine, I’d never want to get off. Or maybe I would and that was the real problem. “What do you want from me, Trevor?”
A slow, sexy smile crossed his lips. “Oh, darling, do you really have to ask?”
Why the fuck did he have to be so damn sexy?
“If I get on your bike, I’m pretty sure I’ll make some bad decisions before the night is over.”
He grinned wickedly. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Heat pooled between my legs. The look in his eyes was making it so hard. “I’m not getting on your bike, so don’t ask me again.”
He sighed. “Fine. I won’t ask you again if you agree to something.”
“What’s that?”
“Give me a kiss goodbye. You owe me, anyway.”
I laughed. “Oh, is that right?”
He looked serious. “Yeah. It’s colder than shit out here and now I have to drive back.”
“Why is that my problem?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me call you. Had I been able to do so, I wouldn’t be standing out here or about to drive back without your warm body wrapped around me on my bike.”
“So, you think I owe you a kiss?” I replied, smirking.
“Probably two, but I’ll settle for one.”
I smirked. “Fine. One kiss and then you’re leaving.”
He stepped closer to me and slid his arms around my waist. “I swear I’ll leave, if you still want me to,” he whispered, staring down at my mouth.
Bad mistake, I thought, feeling my body already begin to respond. Just the feel of his arms around me was making my stomach quiver.
“I’m sure I will,” I lied, more to myself than him.
He smiled and then leaned forward, kissing me gently. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement as his tongue slid into my mouth. His mouth was hot and he tasted like spearmint and beer, it was an oddly seductive mix. I slid my hand up to the back of his neck and began kissing him back, wanting more. Needing more. The man was as bad as a drug. The addicting kind.
Trevor growled in the back of his throat and pulled away. “Take a ride with me,” he said, sliding his hands over my ass. He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel his hardness, teasing me. “Please. I’ve got to have you.”
“I... I can’t,” I whispered, his words making me wetter than the birdbath out front.
“You can,” he murmured, moving his lips to my neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.”
“The neighbors are watching,” I whispered, noting that the woman across the street was looking through her blinds.
“Oh, yeah? Well, this show is all mine,” he whispered, backing me into the house. When my shoulders hit the closet door, he pulled me back against his chest and began kissing me again, this time much more hungrily. Then one of his hands was on my breast, the other on my ass. He started squeezing both, while grinding his hips into mine, letting me know what his intentions were.
I moaned, kissing him back as he raised my dress and touched my thong.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, slamming the door shut with the back of his boot. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”
“What are you doing?” I squealed, as he picked me up.
His blue eyes burned into mine. His pupils were large. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Upstairs, but we can’t. My mother will be home soon.”
“This is your house, too?”
“Yes.”
“Are you an adult?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go act like adults,” he said, heading toward the stairs. Seconds later, we were in my bedroom and he was locking the door.
“I... I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.
He turned around and began removing his leather jacket. “Let me do the thinking.”
I smiled nervously.
He hung his jacket on my door and glanced around the room. It was still painted purple and I had the same frilly bedspread covering my mattress I’d had when I was a teenager.
He chuckled.
“What?”
“The only thing missing are posters of boy-bands and puppies. You certainly have enough stuffed animals and... unicorns.”
“I used to collect them,” I said, glancing at all the figurines.
He removed his leather cut and hung it over the jacket. Then he pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and began taking it off. “I used to collect rocks and crystals before my old man threw them out one day. Then I just didn’t bother with it anymore. Nothing wrong with wanting to collect things.”
“I agree,” I replied, staring at his tattooed, muscular chest and arms. “And, I think that’s great. Collecting rocks and crystals.”
He walked over to me and touched my necklace. “Speaking of,” said Trevor. “I want to see you naked, wearing this and nothing else,” he said, his eyes burning into mine.
I looked down at it, my cheeks burning red.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come here.” He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard.
I melted into Trevor, the very last of my resolve gone. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock moving deep inside of me. Just the thought of it made my sex tighten up.
His kisses became more demanding as my hand moved to the hard bulge hidden in his jeans. As I began stroking him, his tongue plunged deep, filling my mouth the way we both wanted him to fill my sex.
“I’m going to explode, I want you so fucking bad, Kitten,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. I could feel the long, hard, length of him through the denim and it made me want to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.
Panting, he pulled my dress up and over my hips, then slid his hand to the front of my thong where he cupped my mound. “Fuck,” he whispered, using his knuckles to stroke my clit through the fabric. “I need to be inside of you. You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his arm. “Oh God, yes.”
He slid one of his fingers into me. “You’re so wet.”
Whimpering in pleasure I unbuttoned his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers, grabbing his cock. The size alone almost brought me to my knees. I couldn’t wait to ride him.
Gasping, he grabbed my wrist as I began stroking him. “Hold on there, darlin’. I won’t last.”
I smiled.
He kicked his jeans and boxers down to the floor, his cock bobbing as he pushed them aside with his foot. I could almost taste the pre-cum dripping on the end and it made me even more wet.
MY DICK WAS SO hard that two more strokes would have done me in. I made her stop and got rid of my jeans. Then I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. “Undress for me,” I said, staring up at her.
Her cheeks turned pink.
I grinned. “Come on, Kitten. Don’t be shy. Turn around.”
She did and I unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor and she kicked it away. As she was about to turn back around, I stopped her.
“Hold on. I need to look at this pretty little ass of yours,” I said, grabbing it with both hands.
She squealed as I leaned forward and bit her left cheek, playfully.
“That hurts,” she said, trying to move away.
“Let me kiss it then,” I said, bringing my mouth back to her creamy skin. I licked where it was pink and she began to relax.
“You’ve got a sweet ass,” I said, moving a finger down the length of her thong to her slit, which was dripping wet.
She moaned.
I licked my lips. “Spread your legs more.”
Adriana did as she was told.
I shoved my thumb into her hole as I circled and wiggled around on her clit with my other two fingers. Moaning, she leaned forward, holding her knees and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a taste of that peach. I turned her around, picked her up, and sat her on my face.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped as I slid her G-string to the side and began licking her pussy.
“Ah... ah...”
I stopped and looked up at her. “Is this okay?”
Adriana stared at me through her lashes. “Yes,” she murmured, her face flushed. “Very.”
Grabbing her hips, I plunged my tongue deep into her hole, tickling her clit with my nose. Moaning, she leaned forward and grabbed the headboard to steady herself as I licked and sucked in the places that I knew drove women crazy.
“Yes,” whimpered, as my tongue moved faster. “Oh, my God, Trevor...”
Noticing that she still had her bra on, I paused, sliding my hand up to her breasts. I tugged at it. “Take this off.”
I could feel her legs trembling as she unclasped her bra and threw it aside.
“Beautiful,” I whispered.
She had perfect breasts. Not too big. Not too small. Plus, they were real. Unlike Brandy’s.
Staring up at her gorgeous body, I continued to work her clit with my tongue, while I stared up at her breasts. Reaching up, I grabbed one, enjoying the softness and weight in my palm. I squeezed it and then my hand went to the other, this time pinching her nipple. Moaning, she leaned back and grabbed my cock, stroking it.
Resisting the urge to let her keep pumping my cock, I stopped her and flipped us over.
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TREVOR GOT BACK between my legs and began licking my clit again. His rhythm was steady, as he followed up with his fingers inside of my sex. He kept a slow, steady pressure, rubbing back and forth while continually teasing me with his expert tongue. I began to squirm, feeling my orgasm build.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Keep doing that.”
Staring up at me with hooded eyes, he began to put extra pressure on my clit, his tongue more demanding and his fingers knowing exactly where I needed them. It didn’t take long before it all got to me and I was crying out, my hips convulsing as I came.
“Mm... Kitten, you’re so sexy,” Trevor whispered, licking me as the tremors subsided. “I can’t wait to get inside of –”
The sound of the doorbell shocked us both.
“Oh, my God,” I said, jumping out of bed.
“Ignore it.”
My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt like a teenager who was about to get caught doing something bad. “What if it’s my mother? She could be locked out of the house.”
He sighed. “Doesn’t she have a spare key?”
“Yes, probably,” I said, peeking out my bedroom window. What I saw parked in front of my house made my heart actually stop.
“Can you see anything?”
I backed away from the window and headed to my dresser. “There’s an unmarked police car here,” I said, grabbing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I looked at him. “Do you think they’re here because of Jason?”
“Probably,” he said, grabbing his jeans. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to get you into trouble. I guess I fucked this up pretty badly. I didn’t think he’d talk.”
“He almost raped me,” I said, pulling up the sweats. “If anyone should be in trouble, it should be him. Wait up here. I’ll tell them that I don’t know you.”
“No, I’ll come with you. I’m not going to hide.”
The doorbell rang again.
“It’s easier this way,” I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head as I walked out of my bedroom. I ran down the steps and opened the door. There were two cops, a male and a female.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Adriana Nikolas?” asked the woman, her expression grim.
“Yes.”
She showed me her badge. “I’m Detective Tabitha Williams, and this is my partner, Jeremy Stone. We’d like to come in and ask you a few questions.”
“About what?”
“Your friend, Krystal Blake.”
I stared at her in confusion. “Krystal? I don’t understand. Why are you here asking about her?”
“She’s missing.”