“I swear, I don’t know how those–”
“Save it!” I yelled as I pushed my feet into the pumps. Then I walked to the coat closet and grabbed my black leather jacket. “Look, my jacket! I’m so thankful that my sister didn’t decide to take this from me, too.” Before she could react, I swung open the front door and slammed it behind me.
CHAPTER THREE
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Arianna
[Continued]
My heels pounded the pavement as I tried to leave my sister and her drama behind me. Brea was becoming increasingly more of a fool, and it seemed only to fuel my rage toward her. My plan was to let her simmer down in the apartment while I headed to a dive bar on the other side of town.
I never brought a purse with me to the bar because there was a high chance that it would get stolen. Instead, I shoved my keys and a wad of cash into my jacket pockets just in case I couldn’t find a guy to buy me beers for the evening. After walking a few blocks, I found the main street and hailed a cab to take me to the city.
The venue was called Mickey’s, and it was a notorious dive bar near the back of the stadium. Most girls in Angora Park avoided Mickey’s– which was why I liked it. There was a certain advantage to being one of the few pretty girls to stroll into a seedy bar; I got the choice of the sexiest guys.
Most of the men in Mickey’s were rugged truckers for or tattooed biker-gang members passing through town. The truckers I always passed on because they tended to smell terrible. Bikers were usually a good lay, however, I felt challenged to find the diamond in the rough. Sometimes this came in the form of a stray football player drunk after a successful game. Other times, it was a traveler who stumbled into the wrong bar.
As soon as I stepped into Mickey’s, I noticed a guy sitting at the end of the counter. Even from afar, I could tell how good-looking he was. Without hesitation, I moved toward him, and the rows of off-kilter bikers seemed to part in front of me.
When I neared halfway to the barstools, I could see what the handsome stranger looked. He had dark brown hair that waved neatly over the top of his head, tanned skin, and gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to shift colors as he surveyed the room. He looked like he could have been the lead singer for a 90’s rock band with cool demeanor and pretty, yet bad-boy expression. I watched his hand grip onto the bottle of his beer before he tilted it into his mouth. His soft lips rested on the top of the opening of the beer, moving upward to show his sleek jaw line covered in even scruff.
I hadn’t seen him in the bar before, so I knew that I had to get in closer. With one foot in front of the other, I strutted toward my prey. First, I would try to lure him like the others, by batting my eyes and playing dumb. If that didn’t work, I’d buy him a drink to let him know that I mean business. Before I could reach him, someone grabbed my arm.
“Where are you going, babe?” asked a tall, scruffy biker with his fingers gripped onto my forearm. His name was Jesse, and I looked him up and down before turning my head away. We had fucked a few times before, and I loved his thick cock and beefy, tattooed body. Jesse was hot, but he would be my last resort.
“Somewhere far from you,” I sighed as I lifted his fingers from my arm and flicked them to his side.
“Are you sure?” he laughed as his arms flexed from beneath his cut off black denim shirt. “I can fuck you all night long like last Friday. Throw you around like the hot little bitch that you are.”
“Not interested,” I said while walking away. I heard a group of guys laughing in back of me as I found my way to the bar. I learned a long time ago that it was important for me to be aggressive toward these men; otherwise they try to take advantage.
I sat on the seat next to the handsome stranger at the end of the bar. As there were a few available barstools between him and the next person, he immediately took notice of me.
“What’ll ya have?” asked the bartender.
“Light beer, please,” I said as I swiveled myself toward the diamond in the rough sitting just inches away from me. I could smell the sweet scent of his leather jacket filling my senses. “Hi, there.”
“Hello,” he replied, as he looked me in the eyes. This was the wrong start. I decided to change the direction of his gaze by slowly peeling off my jacket to reveal my tight fitting ribbed tank top. His eyes drifted toward my cleavage for a moment, and I knew that I had been successful.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” I said as my beer made its way to the countertop. I grabbed the bottle and felt the icy condensation tingle against my hand.
“It’s my first time,” he said. “It’s a pretty cool place.”
“You should come by more often,” I said as I rested my hand on his thigh. Most of the guys in the bar would have paid for my drink the instant I touched them, and then offered to take me back to a hotel room. Instead, he looked at my hand for a brief moment before pretending that it wasn’t there. “So, what brings you to Angora Park?”
“Staying with my brother,” he replied.
“You’re a talkative one,” I say with a tone of defensiveness.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to be a fly on the wall tonight,” he replied before lifting the beer back to his lips.
“This isn’t the place for that,” I said as I slid my hand off of him. “Maybe you’d be better off at one of the family-friendly chain restaurants with a bar in the center.”
“I think I’m fine right here,” he said. “Those other bars don’t seem to be much fun.”
“So, are you looking to have some fun tonight then?”
“I’m looking to be left alone.”
“Every guy here comes here to drink and get laid.”
“Are you sure that every guy here wants that?”
“Yes,” I protested. “And they all want to go home with me.”
“I bet.”
“You know,” I sighed. “I could be talking to any of these assholes out here.”
“Then why don’t you?” he said while looking me in the eyes. I couldn’t tell him the truth that he was one of the most beautiful men that I had ever seen. Even though he was a complete asshole, I still found myself oddly drawn to him.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Maybe we started off on the wrong foot. My name is Arianna Rhodes.”
“So we’re giving last names, too?” he smiled.
“Yes, sir,” I said. “How else am I going to get to know you?”
“Hello then, Arianna,” he said. “I’m Rhett Crawford.” Then he held out his hand, and we shook. I tired to lock my eyes to his, but he looked away too quickly.
“So, Rhett,” I said after taking another swig of my beer. “How long are you in town for?”
“Not sure,” he said. “I might be here to stay if things work out well for my bike shop.”
“Bike shop? Are you in one of these gangs out here?”
“No, nothing like that,” he said. “I drink from time to time, but other than that, I like to keep my nose clean.”
“So why do you build motorcycles?”
“I’ve always loved them,” he explained. “My older brother would take me out on his when I was a kid. That’s why I moved out here, to stay with him for a bit while worked on opening a shop.”
“So you’re staying with your brother tonight?” I asked, hoping that Rhett would say that he had a hotel somewhere.
“Yep,” he replied to my dismay. “So what time does your brother usually go to bed?” Rhett stopped sipping his beer to shoot me a disapproving look before turning back to his drink.
“Well, I can see that you don’t want to talk right now,” I said as I looked over at Rhett, who continued to sip his beer quietly. “Take care, asshole.”
CHAPTER FOUR
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Brea
“Good morning, Brea!” said my coworker Nariah the as soon as I walked into the office. She was sitting at the front desk, ignoring the ringing phone as I stepped toward my cubical. I watched her silky, long black braids toss about as she tu
rned toward me.
“Ugh,” I grumbled.
“Woah,” she said with wide eyes. Nariah had one of the most expressive faces that I had ever seen. Her skin was nearly flawless, as she had been a model in her twenties. Fifteen years later, after marrying and having three kids, she still kept her thin waistline and large breasts in tact. “What happened to you last night?”
“Too many things,” I sighed.
“We need to talk,” Nariah said as she put her hand on the receiver. “You’ve got to be delusional if you if you think that I’m going to let you off the hook that easily... Good morning and thank you for calling The Law Offices of Buchanan and Son. This is Nariah, how may I help you?”
Nariah was the only friend I had made since I moved to the Angora Hills. She trained me when I started working at the office, and she was the only one that I told about my dates with Gavin. She also knew the sordid details about my fights with my sister. Sometimes I wondered if I would have gone crazy a shortly after I moved to the city if I didn’t have Nariah in my life.
“I’ll tell you later,” I mouthed to her as she continued speaking on the phone. As soon as she read my lips, Nariah nodded and gave me a thumbs up.
Just as I leaned over my desk to power on my computer, I saw someone standing in back of me. I expected it to be my boss, Mr. Robert Buchanan. However, when I turned around, I was staring at Gavin’s handsome face. He was wearing a black, tailored suit and a dark blue silk tie over a white shirt. He looked gorgeous, and it was difficult to not imagine tearing his clothes off right then and there.
“Morning,” he said sweetly. He smiled at me as though our date had gone splendidly the night before. Was there something that I had missed?
“Hi,” I said. “I mean, good morning.”
“How are you today?” he asked. The truth would only ruin the moment, plus I was confused why Gavin was so glad to see me. I decided to roll with the punches and continue the small talk with him.
“Great,” I lied. “Things are going just great.” He stared at me for a few moments before leaning slightly.
“Want to follow me into my office?” he asked in a hushed tone. That’s when I was sure that he was going to fire me. Why else would he have come to the office early on a Thursday morning? Likely, it was because I didn’t put out for him. Yeah, it was sexual harassment, but it was also a lawsuit that I couldn’t afford an attorney to begin.
“Sure,” I said, reluctantly. Then I followed him into his office. My eyes drifted over to Nariah, who I expected to see the interaction. Instead, she was intensely involved in a client phone conversation. I wondered if he would give me a chance to say goodbye to her before security escorted me out of the building.
When the door shut behind us, I saw the magnificent view of the city and the bay in the background. Gavin looked even more suave than usual with his back against the vibrant scene.
“You look very sexy today,” he said to me. I was completely caught off guard.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I said that I you look very sexy today.”
“Oh, thank you.” I didn’t know how to respond– not that I ever did when I was talking to Gavin.
“So how come you didn’t want to come up last night?” he asked.
“I, uh, wasn’t sure what you wanted.”
“Well, what did you think that I wanted?” he grinned.
“Coffee?” I asked, knowing that it wasn’t likely the answer. Most of me knew that Gavin wanted sex, but I was too shy to say it.
“C’mon, Brea,” he growled. “You can do better than that.”
“You wanted to fuck,” I said while looking him in the eyes.
“And what did you want?” he asked in a deep tone. The truth was, I always wanted him. However, Gavin seemed so unavailable until he asked me on a date one random afternoon. Was it because I was the only single girl in the office?
“I’ve always found you attractive,” I admitted.
“Just attractive?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Well, very attractive,” I said with my body tensed together.
“Well,” he said as he approached me in the sealed off room. “I find that there’s something very, very sexy about you.” He body pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
“You find me ver–” before I could finish the sentence, Gavin pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was heavenly and unlike anything that I had ever felt. Tingles rippled through my spine and goosebumps raised on my skin. Suddenly, his hand was working its way up my skirt.
“You like that?” he growled into my ear. All I could do was pant in response. Slowly, I felt his fingers pulling my thong to the side. As Gavin began to finger me, I held back the pent up moans that desperately tried to break free from my throat. Once his lips moved from my mouth and onto my neck, I had to grasp firmly onto his biceps for leverage. They were like two enormous boulders inside of my tiny grip.
“We can’t do this,” I said in a hushed tone. “There are people right outside the door.”
“Look, Brea,” he said while looking into my eyes with his beautiful blue irises. “I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you. Last night, I could barely sleep. I need you.”
I didn’t wait for him to convince me further. I lunged forward and started to kiss Gavin passionately. My way of doing things hadn’t been working for us, so I decided to take my sister’s advice.
I moved my hands across his chest before I began to unbutton his jacket. He helped me by throwing back his shoulders and allowing the hefty coat to fall to the floor. Then he spun me around and pushed me against his desk.
There were a few papers sliding around, so Gavin brushed his arm over the surface, causing them to flutter onto the floor. Immediately after, he started to suckle on my neck again as he popped off the buttons of my blouse one by one.
My excitement was starting to erupt. I had envisioned myself hooking up with Gavin in his office enumerate times. However, even after our dates, I never fully believed that it would become more than a fantasy.
Before I knew it, he was shirtless and pressed against my bare breasts. His muscular body was chiseled and heated as he ground against me on the desk. I gripped onto his back, which was hard like a stone wrapped in tough flesh. His hands forced their way up my skirt again, but this time, they removed my thong entirely. He lifted the silken fabric to his nose and sniffed them.
“I hope you taste as good as you smell,” he said. I blushed as he crawled between my thighs and forced his warm tongue into my opening. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Ah...” I moaned softly, knowing that at any moment, someone could come bursting through his office door. Still, I had no time to worry when the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes on was pressed between my legs.
Once Gavin stood up, he stepped toward me and pulled down his pants. He revealed a thick, throbbing cock that pointed eagerly at me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he started to rub his warm tool against me. Not giving a verbal response, Gavin leaned over to his desk and pulled out a condom from his top drawer. Suddenly, I wondered how many other girls he had brought back to his office for a late morning romp.
Just as my mind drifted, his rolled on the condom and pushed himself inside of me. His cock was so thick that I let out a tiny squeal of satisfaction. Then he gripped under my legs and began pounding me with his muscular body.
My head rolled backward as I looked at the upside down city in my vision. Gavin fell on top of me and continued to fuck me hard on his desk. I felt my opening fill with pleasure as he ferociously took my body underneath him.
“Ah!” I called out, then his thrusts became more frequent. Suddenly, he pushed himself in even deeper, and I heard his moan next to my ear. My legs spread wide, and I felt the rush of heat flowing from inside of me. It took everything that I had not to scream out as I orgasmed.
“Ugh,” Gavin groaned as I felt his cock pulsating i
nside of me. He must have felt my rising temperature as he began shooting his heated climax.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Arianna
I was still in my pajamas after sleeping through the day when my sister came home from work. She had a certain glow about her that I hadn’t seen for quite some time. Though I wanted to continue to ignore her, it was impossible for me to avoid her happy humming from the kitchen.
“What happened now?” I asked from the hallway.
“Just a great day at work,” she grinned.
“It must have been some amazing event if you’re talking to me right now.”
“Anything you could say to me tonight couldn’t possibly ruin my mood.”
“You have such faith in me,” I said, sarcastically. Then I watched her grab a carton of ice cream from the freezer and dig a spoon to the top. “Eating directly out of the container? What a rebel...”
“I’m through with following the rules,” she grinned before shoveling a spoonful of french vanilla ice cream into her mouth. “Breaking them is much more fun.”
“Wow,” I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. “Did my words finally seep into your thick skull or am I tripping on acid.” I walked around to Brea’s side of the counter and shoved my finger into the ice cream.
“Let’s just say that I’m not such a prude anymore.”
“You fucked him!” I exclaimed while looking into her eyes. They were so much more innocent than mine, but I could still tell that she had been dabbling in a forbidden zone. “I can see it on your face!”
“Maybe I did...” Brea said, coyly, before scooping another chunk of the off-white dessert.
“Where did you do it? Was it in his limo? Was the driver watching?”
“Nope!”
“You’re no fun,” I sighed.
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