Once she disappears down the hall I walk around her living room.
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Brenna
The moment I step into my bedroom I lean against the door. In my living room is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but he’s a part of that motorcycle gang. Is he a criminal? —I heard they’re criminals.
I feel this pull when he’s around and I can’t explain it. It’s like something inside me wants him. Never in my life has a man that’s looked like him been into someone that looks like me.
From shows I’ve watched I know there are women who hang out around their clubhouses and they’re always scantily clad and as Dana says, DTF. I grab a pair of jeans out of my dresser. They’re on the more form-fitting side, but I like them and feel the need to be comfortable around him. I then slip on my black ballet flats, they’re so comfy and my go to footwear.
My hair looks cute so I leave it. My makeup from this morning is still on so I add just a little bit more powder after I brush my teeth. When I finally make it back into the living room I find Slash on my sofa with Marley curled up in his lap.
“I’m-uh ready to go.” He looks up and smiles at me. It makes my stomach flutter as he gets up and stalks toward me, like an animal stalking its prey.
He takes my hand and practically pulls me out of the house and loads me up into his truck. The faint scent of cigarettes fills the cab, but also a mixture of something else, but I don’t know what it is.
The moment he climbs in I’m surrounded by his very male scent; it’s a combination of pine and fresh air—that is the only way to describe it. He pulls away from my curb and drives and drives. When we reach our destination it’s a little hole in the wall.
We grab a booth toward the back, and instead of him sitting across from me he slides into my booth and sits next to me. The waitress comes to our table and can’t take her eyes off of Slash. I can’t really blame her, but can’t she see me sitting right here?
Slash orders a beer and then turns to me. “What do you want, baby?”
“Um…can I get a vodka tonic?” The waitress rolls her eyes and then disappears, adding an extra sway to her hips for Slash’s benefit I’m sure. “She seems like she’s into you. It’s okay if you want to talk to her.”
It’s the story of my life. I am good enough until someone prettier or better comes along.
Slash turns in our seat so he can look at me. “If I wanted to be with her I would.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and begins lightly running his fingers over the sensitive skin on the back of my neck.
Just that simple touch and I feel a quiver in my belly.
Our waitress delivers our drinks, thrusting her boobs in Slash’s face, but with a flick of his hand he dismisses her—she turns and stalks away. I reach out and grab my drink off of the table, sucking it down quickly. He watches me with smile on his face that makes my heart race.
When I finish it he signals to our waitress and she’s quick to do his bidding. She sets my drink down and this time I just take a huge sip and then set it down. “You belong to the Dark Leopards right?” I ask.
“You’ve heard of us?” He takes a swig of his beer and I won’t lie, my eyes go right to his mouth. I’ve never had this kind of a reaction to a man before. I’m overwhelmed and horny.
I nod. “Y-Yes. A little.”
Slash turns more toward me. He reaches out, cupping my cheek. It’s a sweet gesture that takes me completely by surprise. He leans in close; I can smell the beer on his breath. “Everything you’ve heard is probably true. Does that scare you?”
Does it? I know they’re criminals and that some of his brothers have been suspects in murder cases, but I feel safe right now. I shake my head, replying, “No.”
He looks me over closely and must believe me because he gives me a smile that makes me ache. “I want to fuck you, Brenna. Come to my cabin with me? It belonged to my parents, my sister and I share it.”
He’s so crass, but I want to tell him yes. I need to prove to myself that I’m not as bad at sex as Jacob always implied. Plus when will I ever get the opportunity to sleep with a man like him again?
Once it’s over he’ll walk away and then become a fond memory…I’m sure. I whisper words I never thought I’d ever say. “I want to f-fuck you too, but can we just go to my place?”
Before I know it we’re out of the booth and he’s practically tossing me into his truck. We head back to my place and once he pulls up outside I hop down. He comes around and holds out his hand. I don’t need to even think about it. I place my hand in his.
Slash drags me up my steps, and then waits for me to pull my keys out of my purse and quickly unlock it. He practically shoves me inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Then before I know what’s happening he’s slamming his lips down on mine.
He scoops me up so my legs are wrapped around him. Slash grabs the hair tie in my
