as he stares at my lips. I know he is thinking about it...hard.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I look at him with a pout. I know I am being silly, but now I find it a challenge, I want to know if he is as good of a lover as I have been told. We are sitting elbow to elbow on the small sofa in the basement, the kids have been asleep for a good two hours by now and we are on our second jar of shine. We sit like that in the dim lit room, quietly, tension building between us with every silent second that passes. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. I know he wants to know if my lips taste as sweet as he has imagined.
Looking over at him with my head slightly angled, he turns his head towards me and he does it, he kisses me. He pulls me to his lap without breaking our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and I grind my hips, rubbing myself over the bulge in his pants.
"Damn, girl you sure make a man think things, he shouldn't," he whispers against my lips before kissing me again. I slide my hand in the waistband of his jeans and feel for myself that he really is as big as they say. I should be nervous, I should possibly be scared but I feel safe...wanted...desired.
I have led Rebel to believe that I almost lost my virginity to him, but what no one knows is that on that night I lost my innocence to my father's best friend. Romeo was real sweet and gentle with me, he took real good care of me. But after he told me, it was a mistake and I promised I would never tell a soul it had happened. We both had a lot to lose if anyone found out. He left and slept somewhere else for the night. When he showed up the next morning to have breakfast with his kids and his wife, he wouldn't even look at me. And I haven't thought about that night until now.
A text pops up on my phone from an unknown number bringing me out of my head—memories of what could never be, and thoughts of what I should have never done.
Unknown: You never called me.
Baby: Who is this?
Unknown: I'm wounded you could forget me so easily, maybe I'm not so Lucky after all.
Baby: How did you get my number?
Lucky: I can be quite resourceful when I see something I want.
Baby: And what is that you want?
Lucky: You.
I don't know what to say to him. I am sure he only has plans of using me to get at the Black Rebel Riders' MC and my father. Guess he didn't get the memo, that I don't give up anything about my family, even to a bad boy charmer like him.
I'm still not allowed to drive but Grim doesn't get back until tomorrow so I am driving his truck. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. When I reach the truck, my phone has a call coming in from Lucky. I am hesitant to answer, but it's only a phone call.
Baby: Hello .
Lucky: You left me hanging, no witty come back from that smart mouth of yours.
Baby: Look Lucky, I am sure you are a real charmer a true panty melter but we are on opposite sides, so unless you have a death wish, lose my number.
I end the call and send his next call to voicemail. I may be a hellcat, but even I know better than to go getting mixed up with this guy. Sliding into my seat and laying my books down on the passenger side, I find a dozen roses on the seat. Peeking at the card it is from Lucky. I am officially creeped out but intrigued as to why he is even bothering. Is he watching me right now? I nearly bang my head on the roof of the cab of the truck when there is a knock on the driver's side window. It is only Shannon, a girl from my English class.
"Hey, you have a flat tire."
"Thanks." I wave her off and get out to see how bad it is.
Sure enough, there is a nail in the left rear tire. I'll never make it home on it. I get back in the truck to get my phone so I can call Trouble to come help me out. Guess I won't be going to the tanning bed today after all. Before I can hit call, Lucky appears to save the day.
"Need a ride." He winks at me playfully.
"Nope got it covered, better scram, my boyfriend is on his way. And you better take