“Abe, please.” I cautiously reached for his wrist to get him to release my dad. My folks may have sucked at parenting, but I didn’t want either of them hurt.
“This was a warning, old man. Lay a finger on Karma, and I will cut off your fuckin’ hands. Call her names or make her cry, and I will rip out your goddammed vocal cords!” Abe seethed venom. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “Get me?”
Dad nodded, terror in his eyes as if staring the devil in the face.
Abe let go of his shirt collar, and my dad fell onto the floor in a heavy thud. My hero took my hand and led me out of the house to his Harley. His strides were vast and quick, so much so I could barely keep up with him.
“I could’ve ripped him to shreds for hurting you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. He’s still my dad.” And a stupid jerk who had tested Abe and lost.
“Nobody touches what’s mine.” Abe took my backpack and helped me put it on. He then lifted my arm to inspect it. Upon finding marks on my fair skin, he growled, “Motherfucker.” He kissed the spot where a bruise was already forming.
“I know, baby.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb, feeling adored and loved. “But I’m okay.”
“No father should ever manhandle his kid. You should’ve let me beat his ass. He needs to be taught a lesson.” He whipped his head toward the house like he was considering going back to pound his fist into my dad’s face.
“He’s not worth it, Abe. I’m with you. Let’s go.” I needed to get his mind off my father before he got himself arrested for assault, or worse, life in prison for murder. “I can’t wait to celebrate my birthday naked with you.”
“Then let’s get gone, birthday girl.” His stormy-gray eyes smoldered as he threw his leg over the seat. “Hop on.”
I did as my man commanded and wrapped my arms around his waist. Inhaling the scent of his leather cut into my soul, a smile stretched across my face as we rode down the street.
We were finally going to have sex after years of waiting and dreaming of the day when Abe claimed my body, and I claimed his.
Where he took me didn’t matter, so long as we were together. I trusted Abe with my life, and I would go anywhere with him.
I clawed my nails into my thighs and held my breath. This was the scariest shit I’d ever experienced. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since Abe strapped me to the chair and put headphones on me. He should’ve gone a step further and blindfolded me. I didn’t want to see what was happening in front of me.
Try as I might to not pussy out; I was near tears.
I wasn’t made to be thousands of feet up in the sky.
Hell no.
The plane bounced a little. I did everything possible to not throw up on my birthday and ruin Abe’s surprise. He obviously had put some thought into it, or I wouldn’t be above the clouds.
“You okay, baby?” His voice came through loud and clear in the headphones. It startled me every time someone spoke. “It’s just a little turbulence, but you’re not in any danger. I’d never let anything happen to you.”
I nodded, my heart was in my throat, so I couldn’t verbally reply. I’d never been on a plane before. Not so sure I enjoyed it. I much preferred riding bitch on Abe’s Harley.
“See all those clouds?” He pointed out my window. “They’re the cause for the bumpy flight. But we’re almost to our destination, just another thirty minutes or so.”
Thirty more minutes?You can do it, girl. Your man looks damn happy showing off his skills, don’t ruin it for him.
“You’re doing great for your first time.” Abe stroked my thigh. The corners of his lips curled. “You’ll have lots of firsts today.” His hand crept up my inner thigh.
I tingled for a hot second, then the plane bounced again, and Abe’s hand promptly left me.
Background music would’ve made things a little easier to tolerate. I could’ve focused on the lyrics or guitar solos. Abe certainly hadn’t talked my ear off. He wasn’t the best conversationalist being the strong silent type. It made for an incredibly boring four and a half hours.
The minutes dragged by, and I was going out of my mind. Abe focused on flying the plane while I tried to imagine what it would feel like with his cock buried inside me. I had nothing to compare it to, not even his fingers or mine. I didn’t even wear tampons during my period, so nothing had been lodged in my hoo-ha before.
I’d heard girls at school talk about sex in the locker room. They had made it sound painful and not at all enjoyable. Their stories had confused me. I’d seen Abe’s brothers, Micah and Levi having sex with club girls. They all appeared to be having a good time. I’d even caught Abe once, screwing a chick. It was before either of us had admitted our feelings. I was only thirteen and more curious than I should’ve been. I’d watched them from start to finish. The woman screamed and moaned, but she didn’t look at all in pain.
My stomach churned as I recalled the icky feeling I had when Abe was with someone else. There hadn’t been a damn thing I could do being nine years younger than him. Not that I had expected him to want me when he could have any woman he wanted.
Woman. Not teenager.