by Jani Kay
If there was one thing I was grateful for in this life it was that humans hadn’t yet discovered how to read other people’s minds. I’d be mortified if Cobra could read mine.
“Hello, Cobra,” I said, smiling like an idiot.
Our words were simple yet warmth vibrated between us, the air thick with something I’d never experienced before. The closest thing I could think of was that it was similar to when I was a child and I’d waited up all night in anticipation of Christmas and Santa’s arrival. Only this was way, way better.
“How have you been?” he asked, skewing his head to one side as his gaze drifted up and down my body. God, if only I could see his eyes clearly.
“I’m great, thank you. It’s been a long summer, though.” Long because you hadn’t come back. Long because I missed you.
As if he understood what I meant, he let out a long slow breath before he lifted his aviators and met my gaze, our eyes locking as he answered, “Yeah, it has. Much too long.”
He missed me too. My heart did a somersault and I felt dizzy, my head spinning and my knees weak, but I didn’t move in fear of breaking the magic surrounding us.
So much had been said with such few words. We communicated on a level that others would perceive as nothing more than polite conversation. But I knew better. I knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing between us.
His thumb swept over my lips and cheek, sending shock waves of delight coursing through my body. I glanced nervously toward the house, praying that Papa didn’t come outside again.
Cobra gripped a handful of the hair that hung over my shoulder and ran his fingers through the strands. The back of his hand skimmed over my breast, barely a touch as it brushed over my shirt, sending bolts of heat straight to my core.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” His eyes shone back at me, his approval making my heart sing.
“Thanks,” I said shyly, dropping my gaze as my cheeks heated up. “I’m not a child anymore.”
He laughed out loud. “That I can see clearly, baby.”
Baby.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. He called me baby, just like the men did in all the romantic movies Esmérelda and I watched over and over. Wait until I tell her.
I stood just a little taller, basking in the warmth of his presence. This man. The way he made me feel. I wanted more.
“How long are you staying?” I asked, holding my breath.
“A few days. We’ll be staying at the motel in town. Ryder and the boys are there now. I just had to come up here to . . . to—”
“Alessandra,” Mama’s voice sounded from the kitchen. I shrugged and pretended I didn’t hear, but the moment was lost.
What was Cobra going to say? I’d never know.
“Alessandra?”
“Yeah?”
“I missed you. I didn’t realize until I saw you again today just how fucking much.” His gaze held me captive as the whole world disappeared. There were only two people on the planet.
I want to drown in this man’s eyes forever.
His finger traced up my arm. Such a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes. “I missed your touch. Your sweet smile.”
“Really?” He didn’t forget me.
He took my hand and placed it on his chest, covering it with his as he held it there. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, baby.”
His heart beat wildly against my palm.
“I do that?” I asked, breathless.
He nodded, a lopsided smile on his beautiful face.
“Tell me if it’s wrong. Tell me to stop.”
I shook my head. “No. I feel the same. Don’t ever stop.”
“I want you, Alessandra. I have from the beginning. It sounds crazy and I’ve tried to ignore it. But I can’t any longer.” Cobra consumed me with the fire in his eyes.
“I want it too. So much—”
“Alessandra. Come inside. Now!” Papa’s voice boomed from inside the house.
Cobra leaned in and spoke near my ear. “I need to see you alone.” His warm breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine.
“Okay.”
He lingered for a second as his lips brushed the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe. “I’ve heard a disturbing story we need to talk about. I won’t let it happen to you.”
“Alessandra,” Mama called, alarm in her voice. It meant my father probably wasn’t far away.
I pulled my hand from Cobra’s and took a step back.
Before I could say more, one of Papa’s watchdogs appeared in my line of vision. The ferocious look on his face as he stormed down on us would normally frighten me, but now I was just annoyed about the disturbance.
My father appeared on the porch, a scowl on his face as he called my name out again.
Cobra placed his aviators back over his eyes and with a gravelly voice he said, “See you later, Baby.” He walked away, straddled his motorcycle and roared off without a backward glance.
If only we had more time to talk. Stealing a look and a few words left me desperate for more. Every interaction with him brought me closer to certainty that this was what I wanted.
If Cobra asked me to run away with him, I would in a heartbeat. My heart and my soul wanted him. I craved his touch and the way he looked at me. I wanted that for every day of the rest of my life.
I was bursting to tell Esmé everything he’d said, but it would have to wait until we were alone in my room after dinner. First I had to deal with an irate father who stood with his hands on his hips, cursing after Cobra as he disappeared full throttle into a dust storm.
Chapter 10 — Alessandra
I’d borne Papa’s wrath with downcast eyes because nothing he said could steal the warmth and elation I felt from Cobra’s words. Eventually Papa gave up with a severe warning to stay away from the biker.
Lightheaded and a touch delirious, I had to suppress the smile that wanted to burst from my lips until we’d finished eating and doing the dishes. It was the hardest thing I’d done in a while trying to keep my excitement to myself.
Finally we got to my bedroom. I closed the door quickly and turned to my friend. “Oh, Esmé, it was wonderful to see him again. He’s even more handsome than before. He’s grown a goatee and it’s so damn sexy I want to die. And he called me baby,” I told her in one breath, still swooning.
She laughed. “What did I tell you? Have faith, little one.”
“What do we do now? We hardly got to talk. Papa watches me like a hawk, and even Mama is watching me.”
“You go to him at night.”
“What?” My hands trembled as my heartbeat sped up. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? But how?
“You tell your parents you are spending the night at my place. We sneak out and find him. You show him how much you want him.”
“Oh God, Essie, I don’t know how to do that. I’m a virgin, remember? I haven’t even been kissed by a boy. Papa and his men watch me to make damn sure of that.”
She narrowed her eyes¸ scrutinizing my body.
“What’s wrong? I’m not good enough for him, am I?” My hands ran down my body, cursing the width of my hips, the plumpness of my ass, the heaviness of my breasts now they’d finally decided to grow.
Esmé shook her head. “Honey, you’re fucking perfect. Once he gets a piece of you, he’ll never want another woman.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I have eyes. I watched from the kitchen, even though your mother was talking to me non-stop. His mouth was hanging open . . . drooling over you.”
“Really? You could see all that from the kitchen?”
“Really. I’m surprised your clothes didn’t melt off you, the way he stared at your tits. He kept touching his groin and scowling. Sure sign he was hard as hell for you.”
“How do you know these things?”
She laughed. “I get around, honey. I know men and how they operate.”
“So what should I do? Assuming your plan works and Papa lets me out for the night.�
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“For starters, you go to him, wearing nothing under your dress. You let him touch you—everywhere. Then you suck him off.”
Panic rose in my chest. “I haven’t even seen a proper dick. How would I know what to do?”
“Oh, my innocent one. I’ll show you on the Internet. But once natural instinct kicks in, I doubt you’ll need lessons. You were born for fucking . . . every boy in town thinks that, too.”
“I don’t care about the other boys. I just want that one. The one who makes me wet for him and dream of him.”
“You’ll have what you want, my friend. After a night with you, your Cobra won’t know what hit him.”
“Teach me, Essie; show me how to make him crazy for me.”
“Oh honey, he’s already crazy for you. Everyone can see it—even your Mama.”
Chapter 11 — Cobra
Earlier when I’d spoken to Alessandra, there was something primal burning in her eyes, yet shyness shone in them too. It drove me fucking insane—half temptress, half innocence. She was the ultimate temptation.
I had to have her. Taste her. Own her.
I rolled in my bed, with sleep evading me. I weighed up all the positives and negatives, round and round in circles in my mind until I passed out from sheer exhaustion.
*****
I dream.
She comes to me in the moonlight, a see-through dress hardly hiding her luscious body from my gaze. Her thick plaited hair drapes over one shoulder and an angelic smile curves her full lips. Her eyes lock onto mine, stealing my breath away as they shine with adoration.
Lifting her arms, I remove the flimsy fabric over her head and take a step backward to see all of her. Fuck, her beauty hits me in the dick, leaving me aching and breathless. I never knew of the existence of such exquisite perfection.
I pull her to my chest, her heart beating against my skin. Her warm breath caresses my neck and causes goose bumps to scatter over my entire body. Tight hard nipples push into my torso¸ driving me to the edge of insanity.
Reverently, I cup a breast in my hand, squeezing the plump flesh in my palms. She flinches ever so slightly, clamping her legs together. I smile. It’s not to keep me out. It’s because of what I do to her. Her pussy is aching for me, dripping wet already. I draw in her scent, my nostrils flaring to get as much of it as I can.
Musky. Sweet.
I can taste her on my tongue already.
The only Bible story I care to remember is the one of Adam and Eve. This is us now—her and me in the Garden of Eden. She, the woman made from my missing rib. We fit together perfectly. Alessandra was made for me.
My hands worship her body, over her breasts, her ribs, her full hips and rest on her ass, pulling her tightly to me. She sighs contently and buries her face in my neck, but I need to taste her lips.
As if she knows, she lifts her face to mine, eyes glimmering in the pale light of the moon, then presses her lips against my own. I devour her mouth and try to suck her breath into my lungs, wanting every inch of her.
I lift her gently, my hands cupping her ass. Her legs hook around my hips as she grinds her pussy into me unashamedly.
God, I want her. God, I need her. To be inside her.
She takes my erection in her palm and brings me to her entrance, rubbing my tip against her slick warmth. Heaven. I’m in fucking heaven.
My cock inches forward, taking possession of her . . .
And then a scream. Her scream, as she is torn from me. My scream, as I dive into hell.
Hands all over her pure body, holding her down. Hands holding me back, stopping me from freeing her. A man laughs like a lunatic as he pumps his dick and hovers over her. She screams again, but I am helpless. All I can do is watch as he drops down and sinks into her, balls’ deep, fucking her with ferocious intent.
I scream, but nothing comes out. Not a sound as I watch her being taken again and again.
Blackness descends over me. I die a little death.
*****
Sitting up in my bed, sweat dripped from my body.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Ryder turned on the bedside lamp, the empty beer bottle he’d knocked over crashed to the ground, startling me. “I heard you screaming—that weird muffled sound you make. It’s fucked up, man.” His eyes were wide as he stared down at me. “Same dream?”
I nodded. “Give me a smoke.”
Ryder reached inside the drawer and pulled out a pack of Camels. He lit two and handed me one, spitting bits of tobacco from his lips. “When you gonna get filtered ones?” he complained, sucking deeply on the cigarette.
Ignoring his words, I pulled a long drag with a trembling hand.
Alessandra was only one month from her eighteenth birthday. Another year had slipped by. Another year closer to her life sentence. I had to stop this fucking nightmare.
Hers and mine.
My intentions weren’t as noble as I wanted them to be. I had no place lusting after a teenage virgin. For a fleeting moment, a pang of guilt at what I was about to do ran through my gut.
I snapped closed the lighter after I lit up another cigarette. There was no other way. This had been coming for a long time, and now it was time to take action.
She was mine. My dirty mind and intentions demanded her virginity. It belonged to me. If anybody were going to fuck her, it would be me. It would be my cock inside her. I’d been obsessed with her since I’d first laid eyes on her. I’d tried to ignore it. Deny it. Make it go away. Nothing worked.
Fuck her father.
Fuck the Don.
Alessandra, the pure and beautiful virgin, was going to be mine.
Chapter 12 — Alessandra
I read over the message on Esmérelda’s phone again, not believing my eyes.
Bring Alessandra to me at the motel tonight. I’ll be waiting.
“Tell me again how Cobra has your number?” I asked, a tingle of jealousy burning through me that he’d messaged her and not me.
Her eyes sparkled as she scrutinized my face. “Ahhh, my lovely is a little bit jealous, yes?”
“Um . . . why did he message you?” I said, irritated that she was right, and that she knew how to push my buttons.
“Because his friend Hammer likes me.”
“Hammer?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, the nerdy one. One night on their last visit, when I went out drinking in town with my friends, the Scorpio Stinger boys were there, too. Cobra came up to me and said his friend Hammer wanted my number, so I gave it to him. I didn’t know Cobra would have use for it too.”
“You think that’s why he asked for your number?” I held my breath, reading the message in front of me for the hundredth time. My heart beat so hard I could swear anyone could hear it.
“Well that, and because Hammer really likes me.” She smiled mischievously. “Apparently I was his first. I would never have guessed, because Hammer nailed me . . . I mean, nailed it.” She laughed, enjoying her own joke. “That man has a dick the size of a donkey’s, and he fucks like he can’t get enough.”
I screwed up my nose. “Eww, now I can never unhear that, and every time I see nerd boy I will imagine his donkey dick.”
“Alessandra, forget about Hammer and me. It’s time you got laid. Cobra wants me to deliver you to his room. Oh God, I wish I could be a fly on that wall when he takes your virginity and fucks you royally.”
Both excited and frightened out of my mind at the prospect of being with Cobra, I didn’t have an answer for her. What if I sucked and he didn’t like me? Oh God, that would be my worst nightmare.
She sensed my reticence and gave me a hug. “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad, and I’m sure Cobra will know how to handle it. Besides, I’ll be around at the bar, so if you want to go home at any time I’ll be close. Just keep your phone handy so you can ring me, okay?”
I loved Esmé—she was my soul sister. In the end, she always had my best interests at heart and I knew she’d always have my back. It was an unspoken rule
that we’d just be there for one another. True friendship meant no judgment, only love and support, and that’s exactly what I needed and had from Esmé now.
“Promise, Essie? You won’t be far away?” My voice was hoarse because my throat had tightened so much. This was a big deal to me. What I’d been waiting for a long time—since I became aware of my sexuality, I’ve had one dream only and now it was about to actually happen.
“Pinkie swear on all that is holy. Now let’s decide what you’re going to wear.” She flitted through my cupboard. “Um . . . nothing in here screams hot.”
I laughed. “What do you expect? My father is trying to hide me from boys, remember? He won’t allow me to wear anything even close to revealing or sexy.”
Esmé grinned. “Well, he didn’t know what a smart friend you have. There should be something in my cupboard that will be just perfect. That’s the benefit of getting hand-me-downs from older sisters—some of the stuff they give me I’ve never had the courage to wear. But for you we don’t want anything slutty, because you don’t want Cobra to think that about you . . . not that you are at all, but I’m sure he already knows that.”
I listened to her babbling while chewing my bottom lip. I hope she knows what she’s doing.
“What if you’re all wrong and Cobra has no intentions of . . . of fucking me? I’d make a complete fool of myself.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. My nerves were already getting the better of me and we were only talking about it.
“Honey, trust me, Cobra can’t wait to get his dick into you. The man is going to trip over his cock to get to you tonight. You’ve got to get that cherry popped by him, or else Don Pedro is going to have that pleasure. You want that?”
I shook my head. “Hell no. Operation Seduction it is then. I just hope I can pull it off.”
“You’ll be a natural. Just follow your heart and the signals from your body. Don’t over-think it. Sex is natural and beautiful, especially if you really care about the other person.”
“You make it sound so . . . awesome.”
She have me a strange look. “You won’t be an innocent any more . . . do you understand that once you’ve been down the rabbit hole, it can’t be undone?”