“I can see.”

  “Get out! Now! Unless you want to join in.”

  “No way!”

  He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "I'm almost done, Lena. Wait outside. Five more minutes."

  "No. Don't go," the girl cried out. "I haven't come yet."

  I turned on my heel and shut the door, not able to stomach much more. Seeing Dante fucking someone was at the top of my list of things that I never wanted to do.

  Walking down the steps, I paused at the bottom as several guys moved toward me. The one I'd give a warm welcome to was at the front of the group, holding his nose.

  "You broke my fucking nose, you cunt." He growled and reached for me.

  I caught his hand and pressed his fingers back until two of them cracked loudly. "Don't touch me."

  "Hey... back off the girl." A large football type guy moved up beside me. "She's a Delgado. You'd be a fucking idiot to touch her."

  The whole crowd's eyes widened and they moved away from me like I had leprosy. It was hurtful, and yet I was grateful for the moment. No need to pull out the Glock that sat at the small of my back in a holster my father had created just for me.

  "Thanks," I muttered and walked to the door, not having to look at anyone else seeing that they had all turned away from me.

  Center of attention or completely shunned.

  I got on my bike and checked my phone. Nothing.

  Dante walked out moments later, his suit perfectly in place as if none of what I witnessed had happened.

  "Let's go." He motioned toward the car. "I'll meet you back at the house."

  "Yeah, fuck you too." I turned the bike around and sped toward the house, as anger swelled in my stomach. I should have been able to go to the college by my fucking self, and then have gone home. The fact that I had to stop by the party and waste an hour of my time to please my father left me bitter and extremely pissy. Someone was going to get the brunt of my anger, and I assumed it was Dante.

  Fucking idiot.

  The ride back home should have been enjoyable, but between Jamison's and Domingo's death, and watching Dante fuck some poor girl... I was sick.

  I parked my bike in the garage just outside of the club house and turned to see him standing in the doorway.

  "What do you want?" I barked and worked to put my helmet up.

  "You're mad." He moved toward me.

  "Yeah. I am." I swatted his hands away as he reached for me, but it did little to deter him. He wrapped his thick fingers around my upper arm and picked me up, moving up to where I was pinned against the wall.

  "Don't be," he whispered and pressed his lips against the side of my neck as I kicked at him.

  "Fuck you. Get off of me. Haven't you had enough for one night?" I couldn't move my damn hands, but my legs were working overtime.

  He solved the problem by moving in between my thighs and pressing himself against me. Bile rose in my throat, and I pursed my lips.

  Barfing on him would have served him right, but I wasn't inhumane enough to do it.

  "Lena, you know I wanted that to be you. I imagined you against the wall as I pressed my thick cock into her. It was you, baby." He moved back and pressed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth.

  I jerked my face away and growled. "Get the fuck off of me, or I'll find you when you're sleeping and take your dick as a trophy."

  He laughed low in his chest as he rocked against me. I hated him more in that moment that I had ever before.

  "I love you too." He released me and moved back so suddenly that I dropped to the floor, landing on my butt and hitting the back of my head against the wall.

  "Ouch! Fucker." I scrambled up and walked past him, furious that he thought he had the right to manhandle me whenever he wanted to. The fact that he fantasized about the two of us becoming something was all on him. We would never be anything. Ever.

  Not even if Lucky left me.

  I barged into the house and walked down to my father's office, ready to give him an earful. It wasn't the smartest plan I'd had all day, but much like everyone else in my fucked up family, I usually reacted before I took time to think through the repercussions that would follow. The solemn look on my father's face said clearly that now wasn't the time.

  Thomas, Paz, Elec and Mateo were all gathered around his desk.

  I stopped at the door and crossed my arms over my chest. Dante moved in behind me and slid his hands onto my shoulders. I stiffened, but didn't pull away. My father wouldn't react kindly to that, seeing as how Dante was his new favorite pet.

  "What's up?" He asked from behind me, his voice thick with lust and angst.

  "Domingo's missing. Last he was seen was at the edge of town, but we can't place him after that." Thomas glanced up and smiled at me.

  I ignored it. The little weasel was Elec's younger brother and cared for no one but himself. If he was being kind, it was because he wanted something from you. Kindness wasn't given for free by anyone in my family.

  Dante squeezed by me, making sure to paw at me a little as he did. I swatted his hands off and turned my attention back to my father. "I'm going to shower and then going to see Grandma again. Good?"

  "Yes, pumpkin, but be careful. I don't like the fact that your cousin disappeared. I can't imagine him being dumb enough to turn on us, but the old bastard has always been a little crazy." My dad turned his attention to Dante. "Did the drop go well?"

  "Yeah. Got me some ass too." He ran his fingers over his lips and glanced toward me.

  My father followed his eyes toward me as his brow lifted. "You and Lena?"

  "Fuck no." I shook my head. "Some girl he picked up."

  “Dante has that charm with the women,” my dad said.

  Dante chuckled and turned toward the others. “She was begging for more."

  "Most girls will, once they feel how good a big dick feels pumping in and out of them, Lena." Thomas chuckled and cupped his dick as he wagged his eyebrows.

  "Fuck you guys. You disgust me." I turned and jogged toward my room, once again sickened by the things my family did. I had to get out of there. Now. I was odd man out, and honestly didn't fit in, nor had I ever.

  Chapter 14

  Selene

  I took a quick shower and packed a little black dress that I would slip into later when I got to the bar. There was a slight chance that I would make it there before Lucky, but that's all I needed.

  Riding like the wind, I took the backroads to the quaint little bar and parked my bike on the side of the establishment next to the rest of the bikes. Mine seemed to stand out, which I didn't want. Surprising Lucky was part of the fun.

  I pulled it around to the back part of the property and tied it to a tree.

  "Good luck getting that shit free," I grumbled and walked toward the bar, careful not to let my high heel hit a root and have me eating dirt.

  After talking to the handsome bouncer at the front, I slipped into the bathroom and transformed myself as best I could. The wig was a perfect fit, and I looked more like a city slicker than the rough biker chick I was becoming. It was almost comical.

  Lucky would obviously know it was me the minute he saw my face, but I was hoping to hide that from him as long as I could. The blond wig was long and if I tilted my face down a little, it was hard to see past the cascade of golden strands.

  Taking a quick survey of the bar, I realized that he wasn't there just yet. The place was busier than I'd seen it in the last few months, but that was a good thing. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer with a lime as the bartender tried his hardest to flirt with me.

  "Thanks," I said and turned to walk toward the pool tables.

  One of the younger guys playing glanced up and gave me a big grin. "You wanna play, pretty thing?"

  "Sure do." I sat my beer down and picked up a stick. Between the tight black dress and heels, I'm sure they thought me to be lost or stoned out of my head. I couldn't help but chuckle.

  Tomorrow I would start worrying about the future and all the shit I'd been a part of. Tonight was about having fun, and I needed it before I cracked in half.

  "Good. You're up there." He moved back and leaned against the wall.

  I bent over and took a shot, knocking three balls in on my first try. "Beginners luck?"

  His friend laughed. "Doubtful. You've obviously played before."

  I shrugged. "Maybe once."

  The door opened behind us, and I glanced back to see my man walk in. His jeans were low on his hips, his Metallica t-shirt fitted and showing his thick chest muscles. He glanced around the room, giving me the once over and walking to the bar.

  I laughed and turned back, finishing up my game as quickly as reasonably possible. Lucky could sit at the bar for a minute and take a load off. He would wait all night for me, though I'd never make him.

  After winning the game of pool, the two guys moved in to see if I was up for a night of sharing them.

  "No, but thank you. Some lucky girl probably would love that." I picked up my beer and walked toward the bar as they called after me.

  Moving in beside Lucky, I decided to stay on my feet instead of sliding onto a bar stool. I tilted my head down and let my hair slide forward a little. Teasingly so.

  "Oh." Lucky moved over a little. "Sorry about that, miss."

  "No problem," I whispered in a seductive voice.

  I could almost feel the tension coming off of him. The smile on my lips lifted my damn cheeks so much that it almost hurt.

  "Another beer, beautiful?" The bartender asked, moving up in front of me.

  "Only if he's buying." I nodded toward Lucky.

  The bartender glanced toward him. "You lucky bastard."

  I stifled my snicker. He hated someone using his nickname inappropriately.

  "Yeah, Um, sure. My girl's going to be here soon, but I'll buy the lady a beer." He took a long drink of his and started to get up. He was so good to me. It warmed my heart fully.

  I reached out and clasped my hand down on his thigh, forcing him to sit back down. His body stiffened as I moved in behind him and slid my hands over his hips, around his thick thighs and cupped his dick. I pressed my lips to the side of his ear and let my voice be known.

  "Such a good boy, Lucky." I licked at him, and he growled low in his chest.

  "You wicked bitch." He turned and pulled me tightly against him, sliding his hands down my back and cupping my ass tightly. His gaze burned heat down the front of me as he took me in, licking his lips seductively the whole time.

  "You like?" I asked and brushed my hand down my blond hair.

  He shook his head. "I love, but the dark hair is much better."

  I tugged it off and he reached up, running his fingers through my locks to pull them down from the messy bun I had them in. He used his grip on me to pull me in for a long, hot kiss. I was panting by the time he moved back.

  "Where's the room? You need a spanking, obviously. Dressing up like a blond to tease me, like I'd ever let another woman touch me."

  "You let me cup your cock." I leaned in and nipped at his lips.

  "Yeah, but you had two seconds to get your hands off of me before I let loose on you." He slid his hands over my back to rest on the top curve of my butt. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you a few things about your tight little body, city girl."

  I leaned around and smiled at the bartender. "I have a room under the name Lucas Morrison. Can you get our keys?"

  The disappointment on the barkeep's handsome face was almost comical. Lucky turned around to grab his beer and must have seen it too. He rolled his eyes as he turned back to me.

  "Every man in this place as a boner and blue balls thanks to you and your tricks." He finished his beer and got up, taking my hand and catching the keys that were thrown at him.

  "Not true. You don't." I shrugged.

  He took my hand and slid it across the front of his jeans, letting me feel just how thick and hard he was. I shivered, unable to help myself.

  "Yeah. I do."

  We walked down the long hall that led to the rooms, and he paused outside of the one we'd gotten. While he worked on getting the door unlocked, he spoke softly under his breath. "You alright from earlier?"

  He glanced at me, and I partially melted.

  "Yeah. Just wanted to have a little bit of fun." I walked into the room in front of him.

  He popped my butt and closed the door. "Well, I'd say you did that. Where the fuck is your bike?"

  "In the back." I reached for the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head to reveal a sexy little red bra and skimpy panties.

  "Fuck," he growled and moved toward me, picking me up and body slamming me to the bed as his lips moved across the top of my chest and down to tug at my nipples over the lace.

  "I want you so damn bad. I wanna drown in the pleasure of our sex and forget the rest of this shit." I ran my hands through his hair and tugged a little, forcing him to come back up to kiss me.

  The kiss was carnal; full of heat and longing. I sucked on his tongue as he worked my panties off of me and pulled away from me.

  "I need to taste you." He moved down my body and pressed his mouth over my sex, driving his tongue into me as I groaned. Lovemaking had happened earlier that morning. This was fucking, and I loved it so much.

  His fingers tightened on my hips as I worked myself against him unapologetically. He mumbled nasty little things against my skin, a reminder that he wanted to explore every inch of me over and over again.

  I came hard as he sucked my clit into his mouth, my body tightening and spazzing in delicious rhythm.

  "More," He grumbled against my wet flesh.

  "Yeah. Come up here and fuck me. I want your dick." I pulled him up and pressed my lips tightly to his, wanting to taste myself on his tongue. He let me have it, licking at my mouth and grinding against me.

  I pushed at his chest and forced him off me so I could get to what I wanted.

  He moved to his back and lifted his arms above his head as I tugged his t-shirt off of him and moved down to get rid of his shoes and his jeans.

  "You're beautiful. Don't change a fucking thing. You hear me?" He reached down and touched my face as I licked up the length of his arousal. "No. Come up here. I want to feel you on me."

  I nodded and crawled up the length of his body before turning around. He loved reverse cowgirl, and I couldn't say that it wasn't one of my favorites too.

  The deep groan that left him as I rolled my hips forward and took his large cock inside of me send chills across my skin. He gripped my ass tightly and whispered roughly, "fuck me, Lena. Fuck me good."

  "Always, baby." I pressed my hands to his strong thighs and lifted up, working him while he watched me. It felt like I was on full display, and I never would have fucked another man like that, but Lucky? Absolutely. I wanted to be his lady in the streets and his dirty little whore in the bedroom. He knew it, too.

  "Damn it, Lena. I don't have a rubber on. Move and I'll get one." He gripped my ass tightly.

  "Soon. I want to feel you." I continued to have at him, leaning back and finding the perfect spot to work myself against. I came twice by the time he gripped me with shaky hands.

  "Get off, baby." He cried out as I felt him tighten up.

  "No," I whispered, not caring about anything but feeling him lose himself in me.

  "Lena. Fuck. Get off." He pushed at my ass, but I just dug my nails into his legs and worked him harder and faster.

  He cried out as he flopped back, lifting his hips and grunting over and over as he twitched. When he calmed down, I laid back, careful to keep him buried inside of me.

  His arms wrapped around me and he turned us, spooning me tightly as he pressed his hips forward and licked at my neck. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had in all of my life."

  "Good. I want more." I jerked forward and pressed back.

  "Absolutely. All night, baby girl." He ran his hand down my side and over my thigh, lifting my leg up a little and driving back into me. "How about we see who can come more times? Hmmm? You up for the challenge?"

  I laughed. "I'm going to win this hands down."

  "How's that?" He shifted a little, lifting up and pressing into me deeper as warmth started to kindle in my belly.

  "Because I'll just hide the fact that I'm coming." I closed my eyes, knowing I was going to go again soon if he kept pressing against me the way he was.

  "Oh yeah? Do you think I can't tell? That after making love to you so many times I don't know where to press the thick head of my cock, Lena?" He pressed against it again, and I cried out as electricity shot through my veins.

  He picked up his speed, fucking me through the orgasm.

  I went limp afterward, trying to catch my breath.

  "That's two, naughty girl. Better catch up." He rammed back into me and I knew one thing for sure.

  I was in fucking trouble.

  Chapter 15

  Selene

  Lucky won by many times over. I was sore, tired and completely sated by the time we collapsed next to each other, both of us sweaty messes. I couldn't stop panting, but was grateful to see he was suffering the same problem.

  "I love you, baby." He pulled me close and kissed me before rolling off the bed. "I'm getting us a glass of water. Just lay there and rest."

  "I want a shower." I pulled the covers up to my neck and turned on my side. Closing my eyes, I reveled in how fucking good my body felt. Warm and alive -- finally.

  "We can get one in a minute." He disappeared into the bathroom as his phone buzzed in his jeans below.

  I moved off the bed and grabbed it to set it on the bed beside me. It was Blade, from what I could tell, but I didn't dare answer it.

  Lucky walked out with my blond wig on and a glass of water. "Here you go, sweet thing. Just drink this and I'll fondle you. My guy’s coming in soon. I'm going to fuck him up good."

  Between the high-pitched, girlie voice he used, the blond wig, and his huge cock swinging his way and that, I couldn't help but break out into giggles. He was so ridiculous, and I loved him all the more for it.