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Sleep finally dragged me under as I dreamed about Raven’s hot pussy strangling my cock, and I hoped like hell that she’d let me bend her over my damn car again.

CHAPTER TEN

RAVEN

Ispent the next three days in a row at Rory’s with the kids. Zavier and Logan seemed to be rekindling their bromance, since that’s who he’d spent all his time with while I was gone, and Ander happily dropped me off and picked me up again from work, acting like he hadn’t fucked me on the hood of his car.

Once I realized he wasn’t going to make a big deal about it, it made me want to demand why. I was grateful he wasn’t in my face about it, but I was a little confused and wondered if I’d made the entire thing up.

I’d been itching to paint, and since Rory hadn’t needed me today, I’d asked Ander to drop me off at the Pit when lunchtime rolled around and boredom kicked in.

I stood in front of his car in the garage, staring at the hood as I tried to find some trace of evidence that he’d fucked me on it. I’d heard him leave and come back that night, so he might have cleaned it.

“I’m more than happy to bend you over the hood again if you want,” Ander stated from behind me, making me jump. I turned, finding an amused look on his face.

At least it confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and it had happened after all.

“I’m not even thinking about it.”

“Don’t lie to me. You have a tell.”

I frowned, trying to figure out what it was, but giving up. “I’ll bite. How can you tell if I’m lying?”

“Your mouth’s moving,” he teased, opening the passenger door. “If you’re not interested in a trip to pound town with me, I suggest you get in the car so we can be on our way.”

“I don’t want to fuck you again,” I snapped, and the prick chuckled.

“Yeah, Bluebird. You do. I’m all for you playing hard to get though. I like the chase,” he smirked, pissing me off when my body tingled at the thought of that sinful mouth on my pussy.

I scowled and climbed in, clutching my bag to my chest as he shut the door behind me, and I tried hard to think about something else as he slid behind the wheel and started the engine.

He put the radio on, sensing that I wasn’t in the mood for conversation, and when we pulled up at the Pit, he switched the engine off and climbed out of the car with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

“You thought I was going to just leave you here on your own? Your boyfriend would murder me. There’s a lot of crazy people out here,” he answered, snatching my bag from me and ignoring my glare as he started walking ahead.

I jogged to catch up, not being able to help but notice how easy it was now that my shoes weren’t falling apart.

He grabbed the fence where it was cut and held it wide for me to climb through, following as I made my way towards the corner.

A few people lingered, but they didn’t bother us as I yanked my bag away from Ander and placed it on the ground, finding the colors I wanted before getting to work. He pulled a cigaretteout and lit it, sitting on the ground further down the wall to keep an eye out, and I hated to admit that I could relax and enjoy painting now that I knew someone was looking out for trouble.

Hours passed, and thankfully, Ander left me alone and I could pretend he wasn’t even here.

It was almost dark when he spoke, his voice sharp. “Incoming.”

I turned, finding my father stumbling towards us, waving his finger like he was scolding me.

“You useless bitch!”

“What did I do?” I scoffed, used to his meltdowns that made zero sense. Drunk rambles were impossible to follow.

“You forgot to pay the bill! The electricity got turned off!” he slurred, trying to shove me, but Ander grabbed my wrist and tugged me behind him with ease.

“Fuck off, you stupid old prick. It’s not her fault you can’t keep the lights on in your own house,” Ander said dryly.

“She’s gotta pay it!”

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