I wrapped my arm around Emily. “I may be losing a play partner, but I’m also your protector and friend. I’ll be here Saturday to meet Jack.”
***
The next night, I did a double take when Lillian walked into my shop. No. She weaved and staggered her way down the hall toward Seth and me. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore a pink tank top and jeans. She revealed way too much cleavage when she leaned down and placed her elbows on the desk.
She smiled and waved. “Hi, guys!”
I looked down at Seth who sat in front of the computer but stared and drooled at Lillian’s cleavage. “Do you need a bib, prospect?”
“Huh? Oh,” he replied, moving his eyes back to the computer.
I walked over to Lillian and could tell right away she’d been drinking.
I arched a brow. “You better not tell me you drove here.”
She huffed, waving her hand. “No, silly. I had an Uber driver drop me off.” She swayed then walked around the desk before she stumbled into me. I caught her by the arms and noticed she was wearing flip-flops. She was so much shorter without the high heels. “I want a tattoo and I want you to put it on me. But put it somewhere where it won’t hurt too much.” She slapped her ass. “How about right here?”
My hands were at her waist. Fuck, she smelled so good. “No tattoos tonight. Not while you’re trashed.”
She scrunched her brows. “I’m not trashed! I’m just a little tipsy, that’s all.” She flung her arms around my neck. “Why did you kiss me like that and then just leave? Is Wez your real name? It can’t be...” She started giggling. “You should’ve seen the look on my bitch mother’s face when I shoved her into the pool!”
What the fuck was she talking about?
I rode my bike to the shop that day and there was no way Lillian could ride in her fucked-up state. But Seth had driven his truck, an old Ford Ranger he bought for real cheap from his neighbor.
I pulled my bike keys out of my jean pocket and traded them for Seth’s truck keys. “I’m taking Lillian home. Just wear my lid. It’s hanging on the bars. Be good to my bike, bro.”
I took Lillian by the hand and led her out of the shop. She staggered behind, trying to keep up with my pace, so I slowed down a little as we walked out to the parking lot. I unlocked and opened the passenger door and she climbed in. I came around, climbing into the driver’s seat, and started the truck.
When I shifted the truck in first gear, Lillian hiccupped then slid across the seat and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
She started kissing my neck, pressing her soft tits against my bicep. “I had a dream about you. It was both scary and naughty at the same time.”
Lillian’s whispering in my ear gave me an instant goddamn raging hard-on. “Hmm. You’ll have to tell me about this dream someday.”
She sat next to me, laying her cheek against my shoulder the whole drive to her place. I parked the truck behind her car in the driveway, then she looked up at me with doe eyes and pouted. “Stay with me tonight, Wez. I don’t want to be alone.”
I curled a strand of Lillian’s blonde hair over her earlobe, then brushed a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m trying my best to be a good guy here, but you’re making it difficult. I want to get downright dirty with you.”
“That’s why I trust you, because you are a good guy and would never do anything to hurt me.”
Gaining her trust in me was the first step, and I wanted to know everything about her. What was her favorite color? What did she like on her pizza? What were her pet peeves? Her hopes, dreams, and fears?
I followed her into the house, sat on her couch, then patted my thigh. “Sit here and tell me what happened between you and your mother.”
She smiled and planted her soft ass on my lap and began to tell me what happened. Then she started to cry. “I love my mother, but she never really cared about me. It was always about her. She was never kind to me or my father. Nothing I did was ever good enough for her. I always felt incompetent. Then as I grew older, I was becoming just like her—cold-hearted, stuck up, seeing everyone else as beneath my standards. Guess what? I had no goddamn standards!”
I wrapped my arms around her. I put my bearded chin on top of her head, soothing her. “You’re a good woman, Lillian. You care about others and have a good heart. You realized you wanted to be better than that. No one can change who you are inside.”
She wiped her tears “You think so?”
“I know so.”
I cupped her soft cheek. “My real name is Devon. Devon Bradley.”
She smiled and then her eyes went wide when she squirmed on my lap and felt my hard rod. I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled. She gasped and I grunted, clamping my teeth down on the nape of her neck. She tasted so good as I ran my tongue up and down her soft skin. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
There was no way I could stop now. I wanted to fuck this girl right there on the couch. She wasn’t resisting. In fact, it was the complete opposite—she needed more. I let my primal nature take over and took her wrists, twisting them behind her back.
“I should buckle a leather collar around your throat. Make you my pet,” I growled as I restrained her with one hand and started
