CHAPTER THREE
Karina
Dante has me in his iron grip. With one glance at the clock, I start to freak out.
I need to get to school.
“Dante,” I whisper.
He comes to right away with a scary look on his face. The expression softens when he takes me in.
“Damn, glad you’re still here, baby. ’Fraid I dreamt you up.”
Oh hell, that’s nice to hear. “Nope. I’m real. But I need to get to school.”
He hesitates, eying me up and down. I’m very aware of how naked I am and that he probably wants to fuck again.
“Please. I need to stop by my house, grab my stuff, and change.”
After staring at me for another few seconds, he nods.
“Yeah, baby. You wanna eat somethin’ first?”
“No time.”
He shifts; one of his big hands settles on my face cupping my cheek and sliding down. His thumb strokes over my pulse. “Want you back in my bed tonight.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Dante
I hate how much I hate letting this bitch out of my sight. I don’t do relationships. I don’t keep bitches around for more than a night or two.
She got on my bike behind me, wrappin’ her arms tight around my waist. Her fingers curled into my belt like she never wanted to let go.
Before she got on, she gave me the address. I know her neighborhood. Slum area. The house she shares with her father is the nicest one on the block, but that ain’t sayin’ much.
It’s deathly quiet, so the silence is deafening when I shut off my engine in her driveway.
She pries her little fingers from my belt and steadies herself on my shoulder to get off the bike.
“Thank you for the ride.”
She makes my dick semi-hard actin’ all polite and shit.
“No problem, babe.”
I climb off, which seems to surprise her, but she doesn’t say anything as she leads me into the house.
It ain’t a total shithole inside. Even so, I can’t help thinking my little bitch deserves better surroundings.
No, not my stank-ass bedroom at the clubhouse. My actual home up in the mountains is nice, clean, comfortable, and quiet.
I don’t ever take bitches there.
Worst part of all this is, for the fuckin’ life of me, I can’t remember this bitch’s name.
While she wanders off—to, I assume, her bedroom—I take a better look around the house.
A note on the counter finally solves the mystery for me.
Karina,
Be back Tuesday. There’s money in the jar. Behave.
-Dad.
Karina. I roll the name around on my tongue. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Tuesday, huh? It’s Friday. I can have her to myself for two, whole fuckin’ days this weekend.
My dick’s rock-hard at the thought.
Her shoes tap over the cheap vinyl flooring as she walks into the kitchen. She lets out a startled gasp. “Oh, you’re still here?”
“Yeah, babe. I didn’t see a car in the driveway. You take the bus to school?”
“I usually walk.”
“Why don’t you have a car yet?”
She shrugs. “Can’t afford it. My dad wants me to concentrate on school, so I only work during the summers.”
Interesting. “You like school?”
She half-smiles. “Yeah.”
Bitch is way too fuckin’ pretty to worry about school and shit. Needs a man to take care of her.
I want to be that man.
She steps around me and pulls a yogurt out of the fridge. Doesn’t look like much else inside. Her face turns pink. “I, uh, don’t have a lot to offer—”
“I’m good, babe. Your dad leave you with any grocery money?”
She hesitates before answering. “I’m fine.”
I don’t agree, but I let it slide. What kind of man leaves his daughter with no food in the fuckin’ house?
She tosses the yogurt in her backpack. “Well, I—”
“Yeah, let’s go. I’m droppin’ you off.”
Shock stands out all over her face. “You are?”
Fuck me, but she’s sweet. What was supposed to be an afternoon fuck seems to be turning into something else, and I don’t know how to stop it.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.”
She seems surprised, but doesn’t say anything as I lead her back outside.
Feels so fucking good with the girl tucked behind me, thighs cradling my hips, arms wrapped around my waist, and her cheek between my shoulders. I almost forget I’m dropping her off at school.
Damn, if I don’t feel like a filthy pervert.
When I pull up at the student drop-off, she gets off and looks around all nervous-like.
“What’s wrong, babe. Thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?” I’m teasing ’cause some high school boy ain’t on my give-a-fuck radar. But she scowls at me something fierce.
“No, I just don’t want the principal to hassle you.”
That’s cute. Her thinking I give a fuck what some high school suit thinks about me.
“I ain’t worried about it, babe.”
Her eyes meet mine, and it’s like staring into a bolt of lightning. A fuckin’ jolt of lust rocks through me. “What time you done?”
Her eyes widen in surprise. That’s right, little girl. Your man is gonna be droppin’ you off and pickin’ you up from now on. And when I got club business that takes me out of town, I’ll make sure she’s got a ride lined up. I don’t tell her any of this though. One thing at a time.
“Two-thirty.”
“Your dad coming home today?” I know he’s not from readin’ that note, but I want to see what her answer is.
“No,” she practically whispers.
“When’s he gettin’ back?” Not that it matters. Girl is eighteen she can do what she wants. I might just have her tight little ass moved into my fuckin’ house before her father rolls back into town.
“Tuesday, I think. He usually calls if he’s gonna be earlier or later.”
“Good. I’ll take you by your house and you can pack some shit. You’re staying with me this weekend.”
“I am?” She ain’t sayin’ it to be difficult. She seems genuinely surprised I want her company for another night. Fuck, I’m surprised myself, so I can hardly hold it against the girl.
Reaching out, I run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Yeah, I got some club business today and I need to be at the clubhouse tonight; but tomorrow, I’ll take you up to my house and we’ll spend the weekend there.”
Her cheeks flush and she can’t seem to get any words out. Hooking my finger in the waistband of her jeans, I tug her close so I can whisper in her ear. “The only thing I need you to say is ‘Yes, Dante.’”
“Yes, Dante,” she whispers.
Holy motherfuck, those tasty nipples of hers are rock hard and on display under her flimsy little T-shirt.
The way we’re standing, I can look right down her shirt at the creamy swells of her breasts.
It’s takin’ a lot of restraint not to bend her over my bike and fuck the living hell out of her here in broad daylight.
“On second thought, we don’t need to go to your house.
You ain’t gonna need any clothes this weekend. ”
Her face blushes an even deeper red. The bell rings interrupting our little moment.
“Go on. I’ll be here at two-thirty.”
“Okay.” She leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek.
Sweetest motherfuckin’ kiss I’ve ever gotten.