She bites her bottom lip and stares at me like a deer caught the headlights.
“Your place.”
“Hell no. I’m not getting my ass kicked.”
“Please. Look. I’m supposed to be staying with my friend but if Mom finds out I was with a boy she’ll ground me forever.”
“Thought you were eighteen.”
“Yeah, but I still live with my mom, so I have to abide by her rules ya know.”
“Fuck. So why didn’t you stay back there with Borax or whatever his name is.”
She laughs and rewards me with a big smile. “You mean Brodix?”
“Yeah him.”
“We broke up.”
“Hope you got your Christmas present out of him first.” I grin and before I realize what the hell I’m doing, we pull up to my apartment.
God damn this is a bad idea. Link’s going to kill me for this, but what am I to do? If I show up at the clubhouse with her, he’ll get the wrong idea. If I take her home, she won’t trust me next time she needs someone.
This is somehow going to bite me in the ass but here we are.
“You can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. In the morning I’ll drop you at home before your mom is up and you can tell her you wanted to come home early. Yeah?”
She nods a little too eagerly for my comfort.
Fuck. I look around the parking lot hoping none of my neighbors see us. I’m still a prospect therefore on probation with the club and one wrong move will fuck me.
I flick the lamp on once we’re through the front door. My boots thud against the floor as I kick them off.
She stands by the front door in her blue jeans and mint green sweater that hangs off one shoulder revealing the freckles that dusts her porcelain skin I’d love to play connect the dots with, arms folded to her chest. Tan leather sandals that wrap around her ankles, toes painted to match her sweater. Totally adorable.
“Promise you can take your shoes off and stay a while.”
That earns me a tip of her lips. “I’ve never done this before.” She kicks her sandals off.
“Never done what?” I lay my leather jacket over the back of the couch.
“Lied to my mom this big and gotten myself into a situation like this.”
“I’m glad you called me.”
“You are?” Her lips stretch up into a genuine smile. Her sadness replaced with something else as she licks her lips and tucks her hair behind her ear.
“I need a drink. I’ve got pop or water. I’d offer you a beer but you’re not old enough to drink.”
She scrunches her nose. “You’re real hung up on this age thing, huh?”
I shrug. “It’s more that I want to get my patch and you’ve seen your uncle. You know he’s crazy, right?”
“He sees me as a little girl still. Link and Pam practically raised me and my sister while my mom was going to school and working. With my dad not around, he stepped into that role.”
“I respect that.”
“Good, but you do know that he can’t stop us from seeing each other.”
I don’t want to get into this with her right now. Shit is fucked. Yeah, she’s gorgeous. Sweet even. I stare at her as she fidgets with her hair, twisting a strand around one of her fingers then releasing it. Kimber repeats the motion a few times and the longer I watch her the more I know that deep down I do want her.
Talking is the furthest thing from my mind, but I don’t want to just jump her. She’s got this sweet shyness to her that has me wanting to know more about her other than how good that red lip gloss would look staining my dick. It’s Friday night. We’ve got the night to explore what this could be growing between us. To find out if what I’m sensing between us is worth risking it all.
I move from the fridge and crack open a beer for myself and sit a bottle of pop on the coffee table for her. She hasn’t moved any further from the door.
Fuck it. I want to know if she really wants this or if she’s playing games with me. “You planning to stand at my door all night or are you gonna come over here so I can find out if you taste as sweet as I’m imagining.”
That red hue creeps up her neck and fans along the apples of her cheeks. Fuck me her shy nature calls to me. Makes me want to see if she’ll turn as red in other places. What it’ll take to pull her out of that shell.
I tell my Alexa to play some music. I keep the volume lower, so I don’t annoy my neighbors though, Jessie is rarely home at night. The chick who lives in the unit next to mine works nights at a nursing home. ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo & Johnny plays as she struts toward me. Her wavy hair moving with the sway of her hips. Kimber may be timid, but the woman can strut. Jesus. I tug her onto the couch, into my arms and lap. The beer and talking is long forgotten when her lips meet mine. She starts out a little stiff and unsure, but when I delve my tongue between the part of her lips my girl lights up for me. The moan that escapes her is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Innocent yet needy, leaving me to wonder how inexperienced she is. Sexy as fuck and she has no clue. Guess Link wasn’t full of bullshit when he said she’s not dated much and not be filling her head with false promises. Means I need to be careful with how I proceed. Not to push too hard too fast, though all I want to do is yank her sweater over her head and get a taste of her tits that are spilling out the scoop neck of her shirt, giving me hints of the white lace underneath.