Her eyes widen in surprise.That’s right, little girl.Your man is gonna be droppin’ you off and pickin’ you up from now on. And when I got club business that takes me out of town, I’ll make sure she’s got a ride lined up. I don’t tell her any of this though. One thing at a time.
“Two-thirty.”
“Your dad coming home today?” I know he’s not from readin’ that note, but I want to see what her answer is.
“No,” she practically whispers.
“When’s he gettin’ back?” Not that it matters. Girl is eighteen she can do what she wants. I might just have her tight little ass moved into my fuckin’ house before her father rolls back into town.
“Tuesday, I think. He usually calls if he’s gonna be earlier or later.”
“Good. I’ll take you by your house and you can pack some shit. You’re staying with me this weekend.”
“I am?” She ain’t sayin’ it to be difficult. She seems genuinely surprised I want her company for another night. Fuck, I’m surprised myself, so I can hardly hold it against the girl.
Reaching out, I run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Yeah, I got some club business today and I need to be at the clubhouse tonight; but tomorrow, I’ll take you up to my house and we’ll spend the weekend there.”
Her cheeks flush and she can’t seem to get any words out. Hooking my finger in the waistband of her jeans, I tug her close so I can whisper in her ear. “The only thing I need you to say is ‘Yes, Dante.’”
“Yes, Dante,” she whispers.
Holy motherfuck, those tasty nipples of hers are rock hard and on display under her flimsy little T-shirt. The way we’re standing, I can look right down her shirt at the creamy swells of her breasts. It’s takin’ a lot of restraint not to bend her over my bike and fuck the living hell out of her here in broad daylight. “On second thought, we don’t need to go to your house. You ain’t gonna need any clothes this weekend.”
Her face blushes an even deeper red. The bell rings interrupting our little moment.
“Go on. I’ll be here at two-thirty.”
“Okay.” She leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek.
Sweetest motherfuckin’ kiss I’ve ever gotten.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karina
As I hurry into school,my mind is swirling with confusion.
I wanted to sleep with Dante to make Logan jealous. I didn’t expect to wind up liking the guy so much.
Logan’s warning still echoes in my head. What exactly does Dante do for the club?
My best friend, Athena, greets me with a knowing grin. “You look awfully smug today.”
I don’t meet her intense stare because I know I’ll burst and we’re already late for class.
“You can’t hide shit from me girl. What were you up to?”
“I’ll tell you at lunch! Let’s get to class before Mr. Fitzsimmons has a stroke.”
I like all my classes, but English with Mr. Fitzsimmons—or “Fitzy” as Athena and I call him during our gossip sessions—is my favorite.
He’s fucking hot.
He’s also the youngest teacher in our school full of relics.
Yesterday, I would have given my left tit to go home with him. Not that he ever gives any of the students a second glance. Word has it he’s engaged to some stuck-up lawyer and is probably going to leave at the end of the year.
It’s a shame because, besides being hot, he’s a really good teacher. Something this shithole town desperately needs.
