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I
stared at her hard. She looked sober, but I wasn’t taking any chances. “Fuck
that.” I started the engine. “Your mother would kill me if anything ever
happened to you. I’m taking you home and I’ll call Tank. He can give me a ride
back to my bike.”

“I’m
surprised that you care what my mother thinks.”

“So
am I,” I said, rolling up the windows. “So am I.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

 

Adriana

 

 

 

Trevor
drove me home and I invited him in.

“So
where is your mother?” he asked, as we walked into the doorway.

I
flipped on the lights and looked at the clock. It was almost nine o’clock. “She
should be closing the shop, soon.”

“I’d
better get out of here, then. She’ll have a fucking conniption if she sees me.
I don’t want to be the cause of a woman having a heart-attack.”

“Actually,
she won’t be home for another hour. They were going to grab a bite to eat,
before Jim dropped her off.”

Trevor
smiled wickedly. “We have an hour?” he said, walking toward me. “Excellent.”

I
put my hand on his chest. “Wait a second…”

He
grabbed my hand and pulled it down to the bulge in his pants. “I only need a
few,” he said, kissing my neck. “Come on, Kitten. I need to be inside of you
again.”

 “I
don’t know,” I whispered, feeling myself already responding.

Trevor
pushed my jacket over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up
and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. “You don’t know? I think
you do,” he said, walking toward the steps, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
“So, just let it happen.”

And
it did happen.

 First
in the bathtub, where he cleaned every part of me, using the shower head and his
tongue.

Then
in my bedroom, where I finally got to see how much of his cock I could fit into
my mouth.

“Stop,”
he said, after a few minutes.

I
pulled my lips away from his penis. “What, don’t you like getting a blow job?”
I asked, rubbing up and down the base.

“Fuck,
I love getting a blow job,” he said, cupping my mound. “But I love being inside
of you more.”

I
climbed over him and rode his cock, rocking back and forth as he held my hips,
urging me faster.

“Fuck,
you’re so sexy,” he said cupping and squeezing my breasts as I stared down at
him through my hair.

Seconds later, I threw my head back, gasping as
I came for a third time, this one more intense than the one I’d just had in the
shower.

“Damn,” he growled, flipping me onto my back
and then entering me again. “I felt that, too. My turn.”

I stared up at Trevor as he took charge,
pounding into me. At one point, he leaned down, kissing me with a passion that
I felt all the way to my toes. It made me my heart flutter, almost bringing me
to tears and was enough to make me realize that I’d already fallen for him.
Hard. I knew right then that I didn’t want to be anywhere else, but with Trevor
and in his arms. Screw my mother. Screw the Gold Vipers. Screw everything else.
Trevor and I were all that mattered.

He slowed down. “You okay?” he asked, touching
my face.

“Only if you keep fucking me,” I said, pulling
his mouth back to mine so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

 When it was his turn to come, I could feel
Trevor’s cock pulsating inside of me as stiffened up and let go, holding my hips
so tightly that his fingernails dug into my skin. Then, he collapsed on top of
me, both of us panting, sweaty, and spent.

“I think we should take another shower,” he
whispered, touching my damp forehead.

“I can but you can’t. My mom’s going to be home
any minute.”

He sighed. “Have you ever thought of moving
into your own place?”

“I can’t afford to. I’m in college, remember?”

He stared at me for a few seconds and then
said, “Move in with me.”

My eyes widened. I laughed. “Right.”

He ran a finger over my arm, giving me
goose-bumps. “I’m serious.”

“You know, I-”

He put a finger to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say
anything. I just wanted to throw that out there. I know you’re probably not
ready for it. Hell, you’re not even ready for me, are you?”

I swallowed. “Actually,” I whispered. “I’ve
been doing some thinking.”

“Thinking?” He grinned. “Sounds like trouble.”

I slugged him in the arm.

“Just giving you shit, Darlin’. Now, tell me,
what exactly were you thinking?”

“We should keep seeing each other. But, maybe
keep it on the down low, right now.”

He smirked. “The down low, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“What you mean is keep it from your mother?”

I nodded.

He sighed. “Kitten, you shouldn’t be lying to
her.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But, nothing. She’s your mother and you’re an
adult. Tell her the truth.”

“The truth,” I repeated, now smirking myself.

“Yes,” he said, grabbing both of my hands. He
turned them over and kissed my knuckles. “Tell her you’ve fallen for me and
there’s nothing that she can do about it.”

 He already knew it, too. I had definitely
fallen for him.

“And then I will tell her that she needs to
trust me. That I’ll never let anything happen to her daughter.”

“Easier said than done,” I said. “You’ve met
her. You know that she doesn’t listen to you.”

“That’s her problem, then.”

I sighed.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his eyes
burning into mine. “I mean, really?”

“The same thing that you want from me,” I said,
not really sure exactly what I was ready for. I could pretty much guess what he
wanted, however. Sex. Lots of it.

“And what is that?”

“This,” I said.

“You mean, sex?”

I nodded.

He smiled in amusement. “Is that it? You just
want me to fuck you?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

His face became serious. “Honestly? I want much
more than that. I want you on the back of my bike. I want you sitting next to
me in the morning, while we’re eating breakfast. I want you picking out sheets
for our bed. I want to know what your favorite kind of pizza is or how you like
your burgers. I want to know what kind of perfume you wear, because it drives
me insane. Do I want
sex
? Fuck yes. But I also want everything else,
Kitten. That’s what I want from you.”

 I couldn’t help it. I smiled, my stomach full
of butterflies as I imagined waking up to him every morning and eating
breakfast. Taking showers together. Shopping at Home Depot. Decorating our
Christmas tree, together. It all sounded so romantic.

He smiled back. “You have no idea how beautiful
you are when you smile. No idea.”

I was about to tell him that he wasn’t so bad
on the eyes, when I heard the front door open.

“Fuck, my mother,” I said, jumping out of his
arms.

He growled.

“Okay, um… just, stay here until she goes to
bed. I’ll drive you back to your bike, afterward,” I said, pulling my robe on.

“Fine,” he said, looking pissed.

“You’re mad at me,” I said, watching him get
out of bed.

“I’m frustrated,” he said, walking toward my
bathroom, where his clothes were spread out on the floor.

Sighing, I slipped out of my bedroom and met my
mother by the stairs.

“Hi, Honey. How was the reception?’ she asked,
yawning.

“It was… very sad.”

 “I’m sure. I called Bonnie and left her a
message. The poor woman,” she said with a somber expression. “I just can’t
imagine what today was like. Seeing your daughter buried, like that.”

“I know,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty about
the last couple of hours. My best friend was in the ground and I’d been acting
like a sex addict who’d finally gotten her fix.

Although, Krystal probably would have been
proud…

A loud thud from inside of my bedroom startled
us both.

“What’s that noise?” she asked, pushing past me
to my door.

Fuck!

I followed her in, ready for an argument.

“Keep this window closed,” she said, moving to
my bedroom window. “It’s cold outside. You’ll get sick.”

I looked around, shocked that Trevor wasn’t
inside. Then I realized that he’d climbed out of the window, which I’d done
quite a few times myself, as a teenager. He was quite a bit heavier than me,
however, and it made me wonder if the trellis was broken.

Mom closed the window and locked it. Then she
turned to smile at me. “Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, moving next to her. I looked
outside, but didn’t see any sign of him.

“Jim asked me if I wanted to go away with him
for a weekend in January.”

I turned around, surprised. “Are you?”

“I think so,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “He
owns a cabin, up north, and wants to take me snowmobiling and ice-fishing.”

“You should go. It will be good for you.”

“I’m definitely going to consider it,” she
replied, walking toward the door. “He’s such a nice man. So thoughtful and
polite.”

“He seems very nice from what I can tell.”

Her eyes sparkled. “You know, he has a nephew
that’s single. A dentist.”

I groaned. “Don’t even think about trying to
set me up.”

“Maybe we’ll invite him over for Thanksgiving.”

“Mom…”

She grinned. “You should give him a chance,
Adriana.”

“Like you gave Trevor?”

Her smile vanished. “That was different, and
you know it.”

“Trevor’s a nice guy, Mom. He really is.”

“I don’t care how nice he is,” she replied. “He
hangs out with bad people. You and I both know it. Look at what happened to
Krystal.”

“That wasn’t Trevor’s fault.”

She sighed wearily. “Are you really going to
rehash all of this? I thought you were through with him, anyway.”

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.”

Her lips pursed. “I knew when I saw him at the
funeral, there would be trouble. I just knew it.”

I rubbed my forehead. “There wasn’t any
trouble.”

“Right. That’s why you’re bringing him up?”

“Seriously, Mom, I’m tired of you treating me
like a child,” I said, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.

“Then start thinking and acting like a
level-headed adult.”

“You know, I think I know what my problem is,”
I said, more to myself.

“That you’re too trustworthy with men?” she
replied. “Or that you think you can change them? Because you can’t. Especially
someone like him. Someone who doesn’t want to change.”

I glared at her. “No. My problem is that I let
you
run my life.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? Mom, I’m twenty-one years old. You
insist on doing my laundry, cooking my meals, even picking out my makeup.
You’ve not only spoiled the hell out of me, but you’ve made me feel like I owe
you.”

“What do you mean, I make you feel like you owe
me?”

“I just…” I stammered. “I just feel like I’m
living your life and not my own, sometimes. You wanted me to work at the shop,
so I did. You’re the one who talked me into my college classes, you’re the one
who picked out my car. You even make my salon appointments when you think I
need a haircut. It’s just so frustrating.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes filling
with tears. “You’re my daughter and all that I have left. Maybe I coddle you a
little too much, but that’s what mother’s do. I just want what’s best for you.”

“Mom, you’re not just coddling me, you’re
smothering me.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I? Hell, maybe Trevor is bad for me or
maybe he’s the best thing that ever happened. But, I won’t know the truth if I
continue letting you make all of my decisions. You have to stop and I have to
quit allowing it to happen.”

She raised her hands in the air. “Fine, you
want to risk your life by hanging out with a hoodlum like Trevor, do it, but
don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart, or ends up in jail.”

“Mom, you have to try and trust my judgment, a little
better,” I said, softening my voice. “I’m not out to risk my life. I’m not
going to be joining their club. I just want to get to know Trevor better, and
if I find out that he’s really no good for me, at least it’s my decision not to
see him. Not yours.”

She wiped a couple of tears from under her
eyes. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do,” she said.
“Please, if you’re going to see him, be careful, Adriana.”

I took her hands in mine. “Mom, I swear to you,
I’ll jump ship the moment anything gets dangerous or weird. Okay? I promise.”

“You’d better.”

I sighed and gave her a hug.

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