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  “I’m not worried,” I answered, now a little
unsure myself. “It’s not like we’re going to the kind of places those guys hang
out.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I wouldn’t take any chances.
Just, watch your back tonight. You got a blade hiding in that purse of yours?”

I stared at him in surprise. “A blade?”

“Obviously, you don’t,” he said. “You carrying
any mace?”

“No. I don’t even know where to get mace.”

“A goddamn whistle, at the very least?”

I smirked. “Why, so that I can call a
Time
Out
?”

He grunted. “I’m not trying to be funny. How about
a cell phone?”

I nodded towards my purse. “Yeah. Of course.”

He stood up and walked over to it.

“What are you doing?”

He unzipped the top and began rummaging through
it. “Jesus, how much stuff can one girl carry around in here?” he asked, waving
a tampon. “Got your friend, huh? This is probably a good deterrent. Try waving
it in the air if you run into trouble. Nobody will mess with your shit. Believe
me.”

“Seriously?” I said quickly, snatching it from
him. “I don’t have my period. Not that it’s any of
your
business. That’s
for emergencies. Would you
please
get out of my purse,” I said, pulling
it away from him just as he found my phone.

“I’m going to add my name and phone number to
your Contact List. You get into any trouble tonight or,” he smiled wickedly, “interested
in hooking-up later, call me.”

Something told me that hooking up with him
would be the death of me, as hunky as he was.  I would never have the guts to
call him or find out what was hidden under his low-riding jeans, anyway. “I
don’t do hook-ups.”

He pushed some buttons on my phone. “Why, you
need to be wined and dined first?”

I blushed. “Maybe.”

“Fair enough.” He grinned. “How do you feel
about wine and wings at my apartment later?”

I raised my eyebrow. “Really? You wouldn’t even
buy me a real dinner? Just an appetizer?” He opened his mouth to say something,
but I interrupted him. “Please don’t tell me that you’re the main course or
that you have a large tube-steak for me, either.”

He laughed and handed me my phone. “I don’t
need to use a line like that to get laid.”

“Good, because we both know that it would be extremely
tacky.”

Before he could reply, a noise from one of the nearby
rooms caught our attention. The sound began to increase and I quickly
recognized it as Krystal’s cries of pleasure.  

“Looks like your friend is a screamer,” said Raptor,
turning around. He leaned back against the counter and took another swig of
beer. “Good thing the meeting is upstairs in the back, or there’d be hell to
pay. Slammer doesn’t like distractions. Especially when he’s not the one involved
in it.”

I rubbed my forehead as the sounds grew louder.
I couldn’t tell if hearing the other couple, getting it on, was embarrassing or
just making Raptor that much more appealing. “Maybe I should just go wait out
in the car for her.”

“Maybe you should just finish your beer and
stay inside here with me. Where you’re safe.”

From the way he was smiling, his definition of
‘safe’ contradicted mine.

Raptor

Holy shit was my dick begging to come out and
play. I had more wood than Yellowstone National Park. It wasn’t just the noises
in the other room that were making me horny, either. It was
her.
Sure,
she was beautiful, with those come-fuck-me emerald eyes and that chestnut
colored hair that I knew would feel good in my fist when I was banging her from
behind. But, it wasn’t only that. It was something else that was starting to
suck me in and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

 “Looks like your friend is a screamer,” I
said, leaning back against the counter after hearing Krystal scream again.  I
took another swig of beer. “Good thing the meeting is downstairs or there’d be
hell to pay. Slammer doesn’t like distractions. Especially when he’s not the
one involved in it.”

She rubbed her forehead as the sounds grew
louder. “Maybe I should just go wait out in the car for her.”

I smiled wickedly. “Maybe you should just
finish your beer and stay inside here with me. Where you’re safe.”

From the look on her face, she knew that she was
far from being safe. Something told me that she didn’t care, either. That she
was intrigued. If she even looked at my crotch with interest, I’d be on her
like a dog in heat, which truthfully, was probably a bad idea since Adriana was
the kind of girl that I normally tried to avoid. The kind that went to college,
went to church, and didn’t fuck on the first date. The kind that needed
monogamy and commitment.  I was down with that, before Brandy had fucked me
over. But, she’d taught me a lesson. Never trust anyone but your brothers. Not
even the woman who warms your bed at night and sucks your dick until dawn.
She’s always looking for someone else to replace you. Someone with a bigger
wallet or a bigger dick. Apparently, in my case, it was a bigger wallet since
Brandy had started calling me back, wanting to hook up since her boss wasn’t making
her come the way I had. Still, knowing that this chick wasn’t like Brandy, or
the rest of the whores that usually hung around the club, made me want to bury
myself deep inside of her that much more.  

Look at my crotch.

Come on, Kitten.

I dare you.

***

Adriana

“Safe, huh?” I replied as Krystal howled in
pleasure.

“Have to admit, listening to those two is
getting me a little jacked up. I haven’t had sex for a while and this isn’t
helping,” he said. “What about you?”

“What
abou
t me?”

“Are you horny, Baby?” he joked, mimicking a
movie character, Austin Powers.

I stared at him in surprise. “Of course not.”

“Liar,” he said softly, smiling. “Your face is
flushed.”

“That’s because I’m creeped out.”

“Sex creeps you out?”

“No,” I said a little sharply. “I just don’t
care to hear other people having it.”

His eyes traveled over my body. “We could
remedy that fairly easily.”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

He grinned. “Drown out their noises with ours.”

I laughed. “Wow. Seriously.”

“When it comes to sex? Yeah,” he said.

I shook my head and smiled. “I don’t think I’ve
ever met anyone as forward as you. Do you flirt like this with all the girls
you meet?”  

“Not girls like you.”

“What do you mean, girls like me?”

He paused. “Classier ones.”

His compliment made me smile. “So, what are you
saying? That you usually only flirt with unclassy ones?” I joked, feeling a little
flattered but nervous, too.

“Actually, I don’t have to flirt with them.
They usually come-on to me.”

“So, do you usually prefer the skanks?”

He smirked. “Those I usually prefer on their
knees.”

I laughed. “But not the classy ones?”

“Then, I’m usually the one on my knees.”

My face turned scarlet at that image.

He bit his lower lip and smiled “Sorry, am I embarrassing
you?”

“You’re making it a little… awkward.”

“Sorry. Ever since I saw you blushing, earlier,
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see it again. It’s damn cute.”

There was a thud from the room next door. Then
another and another, until it became a steady rhythm.  

“Looks like they’ve graduated to the bed.
Hopefully, they’ll be done soon,” he said as the noises grew louder.

“Wow, they have a bed in there, huh?” I said as
Krystal’s moans seeped through the wall. I knew it was her birthday, but this
was getting ridiculous.

“Of course. Only Tank and his dad use it,
though.”

“Not you?”

 “I’ve never used it. I have higher standards
when it comes to sex.”

“Bars aren’t your thing?”

“Other men’s beds are not my thing.”

“I don’t blame you. So, how do you know Tank?”
I asked, trying to change the subject.

“We’re brothers.”

I pulled my hair over my shoulder and stared at
him in surprise. “Really? I didn’t know he had one.”

“We’re all brothers, here,” he said, taking
another swig of beer. 

“Ah.”

“Ah?”

“I get it. You’re
biker
brothers.”

He smirked. “You think you’ve figured us out,
huh? I bet you’re from the suburbs and have no idea what it’s like, being on
your own.”

“Maybe not, but I heard that Tank is also from
the suburbs,” I said, feeling a little defensive.

“Yeah, but it’s different for him. He’s lived
the MC life since he was born. Obviously, you don’t know what that shit entails.
But if you did, you’d understand where I’m coming from. Your parents probably
sheltered you your entire life, which I can’t blame them. If I had a daughter,
I’d want to do the same thing. Keep you safe. ”

“I’m not sheltered,” I replied stiffly.

He smirked. “Believe me, you’re sheltered. You
have no idea what’s really going on out there, Kitten. On the streets and,
hell, in your own back yard, now. Drugs, prostitution, sex-trafficking, murder.”

“I watch the news,” I said. “I know what’s out
there. I’ve even taken self-defense classes.”

“Self-defense classes?” he repeated, looking
amused. “What kind?”

“Just some basic stuff. How to knock a knife
out of someone’s hand. Kick him in the junk. Things like that.”

“You think that if I came at you, you’d be able
to defend yourself against me?” asked Raptor, setting his beer down.

“It’s easier to defend myself against someone
who isn’t ready for me to fight back.”

“Actually, those scumbags will anticipate you trying
to defend yourself, in one way or another. Why don’t you show me what you’ve
learned?”

“No, that’s okay,” I said, staring up at him
now. He’d moved closer and the thought of him putting his arms around me was
making my heart race.   

“Come on. Don’t be frightened. I’ll be gentle.”

“I’d really rather not,” I said, as he moved closer.

“I think you should,” he said. He was so close,
I could smell the beer on his breath. “If you girls are going out by
yourselves, and drinking, you should definitely know how to defend yourself.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, keeping my
beer between us.

He laughed. “I don’t think there’s any chance
of that.”

“Don’t be too sure,” I said, looking down at my
brown, leather ankle-boots. They had narrow heels and I imagined if I kicked
him the way my instructor had shown me, it would wipe the smile right off of
his face.

Before I could stop him, he grabbed my beer and
set it on the counter. “Come here,” he said, pulling me toward the middle of
the room.

“I just told you that I didn’t want to do this,”
I protested.

“Humor me. Please,” he said, turning around to
face me. “I just want to see what these classes teach and maybe even give you
some more pointers.”

“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “But, just don’t
get mad if I hurt you.”

“I’ll try not to,” he said, his mouth
twitching.

“Okay,” I answered, trying to recall all of the
things that my instructor, Mr. Mandrill, had taught me. “So, um, whenever
you’re ready.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I waved my hand. “I don’t know. You’re the one
who wanted to see me defend myself. I guess if you were going to attack a
woman, do what you’d do.”

“Me? If I was going to attack a woman, it would
be in bed and not on the streets,” he said, smiling wickedly. “And I doubt
she’d fight back.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Casanova. Just
attack me. In fact, I’ll turn and you can try to get me from behind.”

“Now we’re talking,” he answered, a smile in
his voice, as I turned my back on him.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around me so
quickly that I barely had time to exhale.  He held my wrists together in front
of me. “Show me what you got, Kitten.”

I hesitated for a second, enjoying the feel of
his chest pressing against my back and the heat his body was generating. And,
was it my imagination, or was there something hard pressed against my ass?

“You smell good,” he whispered near my ear. “I
think that you’d better free yourself, before I forget why we were doing this.”

I felt a warm shiver go through me as I
imagined his lips on my neck and then other parts of my body.

 “Well?”

I stomped on his foot with my heel and he let
me go, hollering in pain.

“Oh, my God!” I cried as he bent over to rub
the top of his boot. “I’m so sorry!”

I heard a door slam and then Tank was rushing
into the room, shirtless. “What the fuck is going on in here?”  

“Nothing. It’s okay,” said Raptor, putting his
foot down.  

“What’s wrong with your foot?” said Tank as Krystal
entered the room, adjusting her clothes.

“I did it,” I said, feeling my face turn red.

Raptor removed his black boot and then his sock.
“But, I forced her into it,” he said, staring down at his foot, which was
already bruising up. “Damn, girl, those heels are deadly.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still feeling horrible.
“I did warn you, though.”

“I know you did.”

“
You
did that?” asked Krystal, walking
over to get a better look. “How?”

“I was pretending to attack her and she stopped
me,” said Raptor. “Good move, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “Uh, I
really am sorry.”

He put his sock back on. “It’ll heal. I’ve been
through much worse.”

“Can you walk?” asked Tank.

He took a couple steps. “Of course. See. Hell,
I could probably still kick your ass with it without flinching.”

Tank snorted. “Yeah, you wish. It doesn’t look
so good to me. I’ll go get you a stiff drink. Come on Krystal, walk with me,
Babe.”

“Uh, okay,” she said and looked back at me.
“I’ll be right back and then we’ll get going.”

“Sure,” I said. I turned back to Raptor, who
was attempting to put his boot back on. “Do you think I broke anything?”

“No,” he replied, wincing.

“Maybe you should have that looked at,” I said,
staring at his foot.

“Seriously, it’s okay, Kitten. Don’t worry
about me.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?”

“You keep calling me Kitten.”

He winked. “What can I say, I like kittens. I
especially like it when they curl up around your face, to stay warm. Something
tells me I’d like you there, too.”

“By your face?”

“On my face.”

I gasped, my face turning scarlet.

He laughed. “Sorry, I just love to see you
blush, Darlin’.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds and
then I asked him where he was from.

“I have a house, a few blocks away.”

“You live there, alone?”

His eyes narrowed. “Why you asking if I live
there, alone?”

“I’m just curious. You don’t have to tell me if
you don’t want to,” I said, noticing the guarded look in his eyes. “I was just
making conversation.”

He relaxed. “Sorry. Yeah, I live alone. Most of
the time. Sometimes I take in teens who need a temporary place to stay.”

I stared at him in surprise. I wasn’t expecting
that. “What? You’re kidding?”

“No. Not at all. I do some volunteering at one
of the shelters, in Barnesfied. Sometimes, when they get a little over-run with
families, I volunteer my extra bedrooms. Sometimes.”