Chapter 3 #3
“You want to come see my room?” he asks, his lisp more prominent when he’s had a few drinks. I watch as her eyes widen in shock. I’m a bastard for enjoying watching her sweat.
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“She’s with me, brother,” I voice, laying claim so that he’ll know that she’s taken. “Sutton and Ivy are Raegan’s best friends.”
“I love Raegan,” he tells her.
“She’s the best, isn’t she?” she comments, and I watch as she relaxes slightly.
“I fix motorcycles and trucks,” Rocky changes the subject and pushes his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Wow, that’s really cool. I can’t fix anything on a car. But I like watching and teaching little kids.”
“You have kids?”
“No, but I work with them at my job,” she informs him.
“Havoc has Zane. We play hot wheels and build with blocks,” he tells her animatedly.
Zane loves Rocky and their time playing together. When we go to the store for his prize for doing chores, he always has to pick something out for Rocky and him to play with.
Something startles Sutton and I watch her reach down and pull a phone out of a pocket in her dress. She reads something and frowns.
“I’ve got to get home. It was so nice meeting you, Rocky.
I hope I see you real soon,” she leans over and gives him a hug.
He engulfs her, pulling her a little harder in and then lays his head on her shoulder.
If she’s bothered by it, she doesn’t show it but waits until he is ready before breaking the hug.
“See you soon,” he says as she turns to Ivy.
“I’ve got to get home,” Sutton says to her as she and Riot grope each other. “Want me to drop you off?”
Ivy waves her hand, but Riot speaks first, “I’ll make sure she gets home and tucked in.”
Sutton scrunches her nose, and I catch the laugh that bubbles up from her expression.
“I’ll walk you out,” I say, standing.
No way am I going to let these fuckers think she’s fair game. She doesn’t respond but starts to make her way towards the front door. I place my arm around her waist and guide her out, thankful that she doesn’t put up a fight.
We walk out to a white car that has a number on the side of it as though it’s a company vehicle.
“Is this your car?”
“It belongs to my father,” she says, fishing for her keys in her purse.
“Sorry about earlier,” I utter, and it makes her stop searching and look up.
“For what?”
“The hallway. I thought…”
“It’s fine. I didn’t realize you were married when we…you know.” She blushes under the parking lot lighting, and it makes my cock hard.
“My divorce is final next week,” I inform her. “My ex is trying to take my son to get money out of me. She doesn’t give a shit about him.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You got a phone?” I ask her, remembering that Hawk couldn’t find a registered one under her name.
“Umm, yeah but—” She pulls out two, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Why do you have two phones?”
“One belongs to my father, and the other one Raegan gave me because that phone gets checked,” she reveals and nods to the fancier one.
“You’re a grown woman, why is your dad checking your phone?” I question.
She starts to rub her forehead then blows out a breath.
“Because he expects me to live a certain way,” she states. “And I just—” she starts to say but a buzz comes from one of the phones. She looks down at it, and I watch her shoulders drop. “I’ve got to go.”
She moves to open her door, but I stop her.
“Which one is the one Raegan gave you?”
She holds up the one with a star on the back of it. “This one but—” I reach over and grab it, putting my number in and sending myself text. “I only have so many minutes to use.”
“We’ll take care of that soon enough,” I disclose. “Answer me when I call or text. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
“You can’t—”
“I will, so answer.”
“Listen, this isn’t going to work. I’ve got plans and—”
I cut her rambling off with my lips and wrap her up in my arms. The feel of her against me settles something I’ve been missing for a long time.
Her lips part slightly, so I take advantage and lick into her mouth, sucking on her tongue.
Her hands grip my cut holding on as I plunder her mouth.
I’ve backed her up against the car, and my hand starts to work up her little dress. Her skin is so soft and smooth.
“Wait, wait.” She breaks our contact to catch her breath. I prop my forehead on hers but leave my hand on her bare ass cheek.
“This is going to happen, Sutton,” I tell her and give her ass a hard squeeze then a smack. “Answer when I call.”
I open her door and help her in. Her dress is so short I get a glimpse of her crotch and groan.
Why did I decide to be a good guy for once?
I watch as she shimmies into a long white skirt and pulls on a shirt before starting her car and backing out.
Standing in the empty lot, I follow the vehicle as the prospects open the gate and wait until I can’t see her taillights anymore.
I hear someone approach but keep looking in the direction her car headed. “I like her, Havoc, she’s special,” Rocky says, coming to stand next to me.
I swing an arm around his shoulders, “Yeah, buddy, she sure is.”