Raising Cable (RBMC Philadelphia, PA Chapter #1)

Prologue

Jersey Shore

Ikeep glancing into the neighbor’s backyard as I balance on the ladder. Haven’s sunbathing with her iPod on, and I watch as her fingers tap to the beat on her exposed thigh.

I lick my lips, suddenly thirsty.

What I wouldn’t give to be licking a path right up the inside of that thigh. Bet that would quench my thirst for her. I groan and turn back to the lovely job I’m performing for my Gran today.

Cleaning the gutters.

She could have asked last week when it hadn’t rained in weeks, but no. She’s got me up here after the first major storm of the summer. I shove my gloved hands into the mushy leaves that are clogging the drains so badly that she got two inches of water in her basement.

I look over to the pump I’ve got going, sucking that mess out.

A cool ocean breeze blows by, and I thank the good lord because the sun is cooking me alive up here. I’d much rather be in the nice cool air conditioning or, better yet, the dark cab of my pickup truck, where I was two seconds away from stealing Haven’s virginity last night.

“I thought it was against your religion to tan?” A loud voice makes me look over my shoulder and frown.

What the fuck is Danica doing at home?

“And I thought you were in Juvie for another month.” Haven sits up and lifts her sunglasses to stare at her, waiting for the answer to the same question I just thought.

These two cousins are like oil and water. Danica’s light features to Haven’s goth black. They clash more often than not, and I know her being here is going to fuck up all of my summer plans with Haven.

“Let me out on good behavior.” I snort and turn back to my work, carefully listening to the conversation.

“So, you gave the guards a blow job.” That’s my girl.

One thing Haven is not is a pushover. She calls bullshit when she hears it. It’s one of the reasons I love her.

Not that I’ve worked up the nerve to say the words. It just wouldn’t be right to tell her, then leave for the military. I could never break her heart like that.

“Still a fucking prude, I see. Tell me, are you still a virgin? Are you pining for that neighbor boy to pop your cherry?” I freeze in place.

I hold my breath waiting to hear her answer cause I only suspected her virgin status. I’ve never asked ‘cause it ain’t my business.

Yet.

“Who I choose to fuck or not is none of your concern. WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE?” Haven has lost her patience, and I glance over to make sure they aren’t going to come to blows.

I catch Danica flashing me her boobs, and when our eyes meet, she winks at me.

BITCH.

“I need your help,” Danica says.

Of course she fucking does.

“No.” I watch Haven stand up, grab her towel and iPod before she turns her back on Danica and walks back inside her parents’ house.

“PLEASE!” Danica stands and rushes after her.

The back door slams shut in her face, but she just opens it and disappears.

I rush down the ladder and jump the fence separating our properties. I saw her parents’ car leave half an hour ago, and I don’t trust that bitch alone with my girl.

I sneak up to the back porch and stand between the door and the open window so I can hear if she needs help.

“I know I’ve put you in impossible positions in the past, but this time I really fucked up. If I don’t fix this, they’re going to kill me.” Danica sounds desperate, and I can hear the way her voice sobs on the verge of tears.

Don’t believe her bullshit, baby.

“Danica, I am not going to help you fix shit. You got yourself into it, get yourself out. I’m done helping you destroy your life, and I sure as shit am not going down with you. Keep me out of your troubles.” The silence that follows my brave girl’s words is loud.

I wish I could see what was going on, and I’m about to chance a glance in the window when Danica’s voice finally breaks the silence.

“Whatever, thanks for nothing, cuz.” She storms out the back door, and I duck behind a planter so she doesn’t see me.

“Shit,” I look inside as she walks over to the fridge, snatches a water, and I take the opportunity to sneak inside.

“I haven’t changed my mind, Danica,” she says as she turns and then relaxes when she sees it’s me.

“Oh, hey.” She bites her lip as I look over her partially naked body.

It would take but a moment to pull the strings on the black bikini, and I’d have her naked.

“You hide all those curves under those baggy black clothes? Why?” I smirk, loving the way the words make her cross her legs.

She must be fucking soaked for me, and I am dying to find out.

“I’m not the flashy type.” I can see her looking and not finding anything to hide behind.

“Fuck, Haven. You look good enough to eat.” I take a step forward and then have to tell myself to behave ‘cause we’re here alone, and the only thing stopping me is this fucking kitchen counter.

“Ya hungry?” What did she just say?!

“Starved.” I move without thought, erasing the space between us and devouring her lips.

I hold her face at just the right angle, and when her lips part to let my tongue in, I move them into her hair. I groan at her taste and pull our bodies closer, my hot, bare chest to her cooler, soft breast.

A shiver runs through her body.

“Is it true? Are you a virgin?” She freezes, and I step back to give her some space.

I need to know so I don’t hurt her unnecessarily.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I just don’t want to rush you.” I know I’m blushing, but I don’t give a fuck.

I want her to see that I care.

“Danica has a big fucking mouth. Probably from all the blow jobs she’s given. I am nothing like her.” I grin and nod.

“Got it. No blow jobs.” I step closer again, but her hand stops me before I can start kissing her.

“You’re ok with that?” This girl could tell me she’d never touch my dick, and I’d still dream of changing her mind daily.

“I want so much more from you, Haven, but I can wait until you’re ready.” She narrows her eyes, searching mine for the lie.

She won’t find one.

Ten days.

That’s all the time left I have with her, and I’m going to make them count. She could ask me not to leave, and I’d tell the Navy to kick rocks. I’d give anything to keep Haven mine forever.

“Let me take you to dinner tonight.” I tuck a piece of her long bangs behind her ear.

“Like a date?” She raises an eyebrow, and I run my thumb over it.

“Mmhmm,” she bites her lip, and I want to replace her teeth with mine.

I run my finger from her temple to her bottom lip, then pry it out from between her teeth and rub it with my thumb, waiting for her answer.

Her pulse jumps, and her breath catches at the action.

“You’re dangerous to my health.”

I shrug with a cocky grin.

“Probably, but I promise only to ruin your panties.” I wink at her as she glares at me.

And once I do, you’re fucking mine.