“Grace, you’re drunk.”
“So, you’ve never fucked a girl when she was drunk before? I’m sure you’ve fucked lots of girls when they’re drunk.”
“Let’s get you to bed, darlin’.”
“Words I like to hear.” I untied the knot in my T-shirt and lifted it over my head. Moving in close, I slid my hands up his chest and tried to push the cut off his shoulders.
“Grace, stop. I’m not fucking you.”
“Why not? You don’t think I’m pretty?”
“Your fucking gorgeous. But you’re drunk.”
My desire quickly turned to anger, but I steeled my expression. “Wow, a biker with morals. You must be a unicorn.” I doubled my efforts, convinced I could lead him astray. Once I got him to fuck me, I could leave Nebraska and tell dear old daddy what his golden boy had done.
Sudden doubts floated through my mind. It wasn’t King’s fault my father was an asshole. But if I was going to make him pay for leaving my mother and ignoring me my whole life, well, I’d accepted there would be collateral damage.
I was just sorry it had to be him. I actually enjoyed spending the last few hours with him, talking and laughing at the bar.
It was hard to believe he was anything like my father.
I reached for his belt, and he batted my hands away. “Grace, stop.”
I stuck my lip out in a pout. God, I hated it when girls did that.Like seriously, have some self-respect. But I had to admit, it was effective.
Hello, Pot, have you met my friend Kettle?
I had plenty of self-respect. But I also had a plan. I just needed him to stop resisting.
“Grace, I said no!”
Throwing my hands in the air, I gave up. “Are you gay?”
King growled and grabbed my hand. Placing it firmly against his crotch, he asked, “Does that feel like I’m fucking gay?”
I squeezed the bulge, marveling at his size. “Then why won’t you fuck me? You were supposed to be like him!” I tried to pull away. Embarrassed that my plan wasn’t working.
“Like who?”
“My father,” I answered without thinking. My plan had been to drink just enough to bolster my courage, then act drunk. I failed. I turned my back on him. I couldn’t look at him knowing what I had tried to do.
“Who the fuck is your father?”
“Steele.” This was why I didn’t drink. It was like a fucking truth serum. “I was planning to fuck you and then tell him you took advantage of me. I want him to hurt the way my mother hurt. The way I hurt.”
King grabbed my shoulders and turned me toward him. “What the fuck did that asshole do to you?”
“Nothing. That’s the problem. He ignored my mother and me my whole fucking life.”
King pulled me into his arms and held me as tears slipped down my cheeks.
“I have to call him, Grace.”
“NO!” I cried, pulling back.
“I have to tell him you’re here.”
I shook my head, making myself dizzy. Tomorrow was gonna suck. “He doesn’t want me. He couldn’t be bothered with an old lady and a kid.”
