Resist Me (Change Me Book One - standalone): McCoy Raven Boys

by A. O. Peart

  They both laughed. I went to my bunkroom, opened the locker, and grabbed my small backpack. I stuffed a few things inside, mainly some clothes that needed to be laundered, then headed back to the garage.

  As I was about to push the door to the garage open, I heard Jack say, “He can be a jerk sometimes, but he’s solid. I’ve known Ethan all my life, practically since the crib. You can count on him. Always.”

  Gloria said something in return, but I couldn’t hear it.

  Jack commented, “Ethan will help you for sure. Just do as he says.”

  As he says? Yeah, like that was going to fly with her. I shook my head, imagining her flipping Jack off, and then entered the garage.

  “There he is,” Jack announced my arrival. Okay, so she didn’t flip him off, or maybe he didn’t see it since he turned to look at me.

  “Where are we going from Chris’s place?” Gloria asked. She didn’t look happy.

  “I own a cabin a couple of hours drive from Portland. We’re gonna head out now,” I told her.

  Before she could protest for whatever reason, I turned to Jack. “We will sneak out through the south door. Colton has already moved my truck.”

  He clapped me on the back. “Call if anything, okay? One word and I’m there.”

  I laughed. “Okay, Mom.”

  Jack went inside. I was sure at least one of the feds’ cars have followed us and was now parked somewhere by the firehouse, keeping watch. They desperately needed to know where Gloria was going, but I wouldn’t let them see her leave the building. The plan was to make them think she’s spending the night here.

  “Can I get out of this vehicle?” Gloria asked, not too pleased that she was kept there until now. It was necessary though, since I didn’t want any of our guys to know she was here. I wasn’t taking any chances.

  I said to her, “Keep your head down and stay close to me in case someone inside sees you. Although I’m sure Jack will huddle them all around food.”

  “Are we going to your truck? Who’s Colton?”

  “Colton is one of my brothers. A baby of the family. I called him before we returned here so he could move the truck a couple of blocks away.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m sure that by now the feds are parked outside, waiting for you to come out. Now let’s go.” I started to get impatient with her. All these questions could have waited for later.

  “Won’t they see us leave then?”

  I sighed. “Let’s hope not. That’s why we are sneaking out through the back.”

  “You said this was one of your brothers? How many do you have?”

  I turned to look at her. That was an untimely investigation. My expression must’ve reflected how impatient I felt at that moment, because Gloria recoiled. But then she immediately straightened, and that stubborn but so sexy look of defiance was back. Damn, this woman had some fire in her.

  “We need to move fast and very quiet. Do you think you can manage?” I asked her, trying to speak calmly.

  “Fine. Let’s go then.” She huffed and shook her head, frowning. Her eye brows were thin and perfectly arched. But when she frowned, they were shaped like two little caterpillars. I almost laughed.

  As soon as I opened the door, a heavenly scent of sautéed beef and vegetables assaulted my senses. I realized I didn’t eat anything since dawn. I was so hungry, I had to force myself not to turn and walk in the direction of the kitchen. My stomach growled in protest, and I swore under my breath.

  I heard Gloria inhale deeply. She probably didn’t have a decent meal for even longer than me. But eating had to wait until we were clear out of the city.

  We went through the firehouse unnoticed—past the entertainment room with its doors closed and past the hallway leading to the bunkrooms. I unlocked and slowly opened the south door. Sticking my head out, I peered outside. No cars, no feds. That simplified everything.

  I looked at Gloria and silently put my finger across my lips. I grasped her sleeve and yanked her out of the door. We crept alongside the building wall, with our backs pressed to it. I peeked around the corner. There were several vehicles parked in our small parking lot, but one of them for sure didn’t belong to any of my firefighters—a large, black sedan with darkened windows.

  So here they were, waiting for Gloria to emerge, just as I predicted. I pulled back and turned to her. “The FBI vehicle is parked right there, watching the front doors.” I pointed. “From that position, they have a good view at the east door as well. There might be another vehicle parked by the west entrances.”

  Her eyes got huge, and she opened her mouth to say something, but I quickly stopped her with a simple shhh and a shake of my head.

  “Here’s what we do now,” I whispered so low that she had to lean very close to me. “We run to these bushes without making any noise. We have to be fast or they will spot us. I wouldn’t be surprised if they brought another car to watch this side of the building.” I glanced at her thick-soled boots. At least she had enough sense in her not to wear high heels while hidden in that warehouse.

  “Then what?” she asked impatiently.

  “There is a Seven Eleven store right on the other side of these shrubs. We go around it, to the left, and across the street. Two blocks further my truck should be waiting for us.”

  “Should be? You’re not sure?”

  “A figure of speech. I am sure. Colton texted me with a confirmation. He’s a smart kid. Okay, ready? Stay close to me. And keep quiet.” I could almost sense her rolling her eyes at my last words. But she remained quiet as told. Good.

  A short moment later, we were hidden by the thicket of bushes growing on this side of the firehouse. I stopped and peered between the lush leaves to make sure we weren’t spotted. We were in luck. I exhaled in relief.

  Three FBI vehicles that arrived this morning at the incident site were accounted for: two of them were here, and the third one went with Chris, leading any possible gang tail on a wild goose chase. They didn’t have enough time from the moment they learned where Gloria was going to get more suits here to watch the firehouse doors, since everything happened quite fast. But there was a possibility that another car or two were on their way here.

  We reached the Seven Eleven building, went around it, and walked up to the street. I kept my eyes peeled for any signs of the feds or, more importantly, the guys that were after Gloria. This was a quiet part of town, despite its proximity to downtown.

  “Keep your head down,” I said under my breath.

  “I am,” she hissed, irritated.

  I felt the corner of my mouth lifting in a smile. I liked feisty women, but haven’t met one like Gloria in a long time. Even Rita, the Black Pelican bartender, didn’t measure up to Gloria.

  We stood at the street corner, waiting for the green light. I looked around but didn’t see anything out of ordinary. There were cars, regular-looking pedestrians, a skinny cat, sitting by the florist shop and licking its paw, a delivery truck, parked in front of the small Thai restaurant.

  The light changed to green. We stepped down from the sidewalk and onto the street, crossing it fast. Now we needed to pass the florist shop and go up the street toward the small park with a playground for the kids. There was a parking lot adjacent to the park where Colton left my truck.

  As soon as we reached the corner, I saw a dark sedan drive in our direction. Crap, it looked like the FBI car. Quickly, I pushed Gloria against the building and pressed myself into her, wrapping her in, what I wanted to look like the lovers’ embrace.

  She squealed in protest, but I clamped her mouth with mine, stifling the scream. She stiffened against me, but I held her tight.

  “Shh, there is a car about to pass us. Might be the FBI. Act natural,” I whispered against her lips.

  Her mouth opened, most likely to say something in return, but then realization must have hit her, and she complied, although still unnaturally stiff against me. I wasn’t really kissing her, although I wanted to. God, I wa
nted to so badly. But I reminded myself that she was completely off-limits, and this was just a necessary act.

  Nevertheless, my cock stirred and hardened a little. I tilted my hips away from her, not wanting her to feel my response to her. Last thing I needed was for her to think I was hitting on her.

  I peeked to my right as the car in question passed us. I couldn’t be sure if, in fact, this was one of the FBI vehicles, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Reluctantly, I pushed off the wall, away from Gloria.

  My heart was beating fast, and I needed a few deep breaths to get myself under control. No, my reaction wasn’t caused by that vehicle. It was the feel of Gloria’s lips against mine, and her body pressed between the wall and me.

  I looked at her. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were huge, watching me. She seemed uncertain what to do.

  “Let’s go. We need to get to the truck.” I pulled on her sleeve, careful not to touch her skin. It was better that way.

  This was insane. I never had problems controlling my response to any woman. I’ve had too many women to count since my puberty. But never before, at least not in my adult life, had I felt like a mess of raging testosterone just from embracing a girl. I had to keep my distance from this one, or there was no way I would be attuned to what was happening around us and ready to protect her.

  I felt her eyes on me. “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing.” She quickly looked away.

  I realized I walked very fast. To keep up with me, Gloria started to jog, but she wasn’t complaining. Maybe she was as confused as I was.

  Chapter Eight

  GLORIA

  Ethan’s pickup truck was parked where he explained it would be. We hastily got in. Ethan took his sweatshirt off, threw it in the back seat, and drove off immediately to Chris’s house, as planned. We didn’t talk, and that was fine. I had some many things to think about, to plan, to comprehend. Ethan seemed to understand that, and so we drove in silence.

  “It’s that small rambler on the corner.” He pointed to a brown house with a neat, white picket fence. “Do you remember what to do?”

  I nodded, looking at him.

  “Okay. See you on the other side. I’ll be there in a few.” He gave me Chris’s house key. “Lock the front door after you get in.”

  I climbed out of his truck and walked to the gate. Right in front of it, I turned and waved to Ethan, thinking that’s what Chris would do. I needed to pretend I was her, right? Ethan waved back, and I pushed the gate open.

  The truck sped off. I tried very hard not to freak out. My heart thrashed in my chest, and my breath was short and shallow.

  I felt like I was trespassing, no matter that the owners of this house were part of the whole crazy plan. The path to the house was laid with small, red pavers. Rose bushes on both sides of it stood in full bloom, and a few fruit trees grew in the front yard. It felt peaceful here. I started to relax a notch.

  Three steps lead to the front porch with a small swing bench covered in colorful pillows. I saw two water dishes by the door—one small with words “Bad Kitty” painted on, and one large, maybe for a dog. I hesitated. What if the dog was in the house? It didn’t know me, and it could attack. Judging by the size of the water dish, it was a big animal. I listened for the barking, but there was no sound coming from the house. I looked around, realizing the dog could be outside and might sneak up on me. The yard was empty.

  I quickly inserted the key in the keyhole and turned it twice. The lock clicked, and I pressed on the door handle. It opened. I was scared out of my wits now, with the possibility of that dog waiting quietly for me. But I had to go in, pretending I was Chris.

  The house was dark, and the only light came from a nightlight plugged in the kitchen. I hastily closed the door behind me and turned the lock back in place. No dog, no danger. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes, letting myself calm down a little. A few moments later I reluctantly peeled myself off the door and started toward the back of the tiny house.

  I realized I needed very badly to go pee, so I visited the bathroom that was on my right. Two toothbrushes and two liquid dish soaps were placed on the vanity. Two matching hand towels on top of two bath towels hung from the rack on the wall. A small bathtub with clawed feet was partially hidden behind a breezy-looking, white curtain.

  Everything in there was neat and clean, and it seemed to perfectly match and belong together. So that’s how the real, happy couples lived, sharing their days and nights, good and not-so-good moments, dreams and plans, successes and failures…

  This wasn’t the time to feel sorry for myself, so I pushed the twinge of sadness out of my mind.

  I went to the toilet and then washed my hands. I couldn’t bring myself to dry my hands on their towels. It felt too much like unsettling and tainting Chris and Juno’s privacy with my presence. I was just a passerby, although really grateful for their generosity and assistance.

  The kitchen was straight ahead. I went through it and to the backdoor, as instructed by Chris. A vase with a bouquet of pink roses from the front yard was placed on the small dining table. The table stood near the door, and I had to push one of the chairs closer to it to get by. There were two coffee mugs left on the counter and a handwritten note that read:

  “I love you, Sunshine. No matter how mad you made me last night, I still love you. J.”

  I stood there, staring at that simple note that conveyed so much. And in that very moment, I realized that I was truly, undeniably longing for someone wonderful to love me no matter how mad I would sometimes make him. Someone to call me his Sunshine.

  It was time to go, because somewhere out there, past the woods behind Chris’s backyard, Ethan was waiting for me in his truck.

  When I opened the backdoor, I screamed and immediately slammed it shut. A huge, black-and-tan German Shepherd quietly sat outside, blocking my exit. I moved to the window to see what that scary beast was doing. A drape in a white-and-blue lace covered the glass, so I carefully moved it a bit to the side and peeked out. The creature sat motionless with its brown eyes trained on the door, its bushy tail lying flat behind it, twitching.

  “Damn it,” I hissed to myself. I thought about calling Ethan, but I didn’t have his phone number, which I quickly scolded myself for.

  There was a phone on the kitchen counter. Ethan and Chris seemed like good friends, so maybe, just maybe his number would be written down somewhere around there. If not, I was totally screwed.

  A small corkboard was mounted over the counter. I located light switch on the wall and turned the light on. Photos, postcards, handwritten notes, and a large dried daisy flower were pinned onto it. My eyes danced over that colorful display, trying to locate Ethan phone number. There were several names with numbers but, so far, no luck finding Ethan’s.

  “This is ridiculous.” I shook my head and rushed back to the window to peek outside. The dog sat, waiting. “Argh!” I stomped my foot.

  I went back to the phone and opened a drawer under it. There were all kinds of items in there, and they seemed just thrown in randomly: pens, notecards, stapler, paper clips, a bottle with red nail polish, and more. Right in the middle of the mess was a small notebook with pink fairies and flowers printed on. I hesitated, feeling like a nasty snoop. But what choice did I have?

  I opened the book. “Bingo!” It was an address book. By its tattered pages I suspected this thing was a few years old. A lot of names with phone numbers and addresses were listed there in the alphabetical order. What was Ethan’s last name though? McSomething… McGrath, no… McCoy! Yes, Ethan McCoy.

  Hurriedly, I flipped the pages to the “M” section. And there it was—written among several other names starting with the M was Ethan’s address and number. I picked up the phone and dialed, hoping it was actually his cell phone number.

  He answered, sounding surprised, “Chris?”

  “No, it’s Lis… Gloria. I can’t get out of this house.”

  “What? Gloria? Where the hell a
re you?”

  “I’m inside Chris’s house. But there is a large dog, guarding the backdoor. I can’t get past it.”

  He chuckled. He actually chuckled! Seriously? Was this some kind of a cruel joke?

  “That’s Pasha, Chris’s dog. She’s the sweetest thing ever.” Ethan continued laughing.

  “She doesn’t look sweet at all! Stop making fun of me. What do I do now?” I was beyond frustrated.

  “Okay, Pasha won’t hurt you. Was she barking at all?”

  “No, she wasn’t.” Where was he going with this?

  “She barks when she’s angry, which is rare. If she doesn’t, she either wants to play or wants to eat.”

  “Some dog they have,” I huffed. “A stranger comes to the house, and she wants to play?”

  “Would you prefer for her to get seriously pissed with you?”

  “Of course not! So, what should I do now?” I was unconvinced.

  “Open the door and tell her your name,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “Are you crazy? What if she realizes I’m not Chris, but someone she doesn’t know and then tries to chomp my hand off?”

  “I’ve known Pasha for a few years and no, she won’t bite. Besides, she already knows you’re not Chris. Although, she might be confused, since you are wearing Chris’s clothes so her smell is there,” he mused.

  “Confused? What is that supposed to mean?” I yelled and ran to the window again, the phone clutched in my hand.

  Pasha sat where she did before, but now there was a small, black-and-white cat, rubbing itself against the dog. The dog seemed to ignore the other animal.

  I told Ethan what I saw, and he said, “See? She won’t even hurt a cat. You’re safe. Open the door and let her smell your hand. When she does, pet her gently and slowly on the head. Walk outside and straight to the backyard. You know what to do next.”

  “And she won’t chase after me?” That couldn’t be so easy. There must have been a catch.