Page 14 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Nine
Jordan
Sixteen.
Two more years.
I look over at Lucy across the room. The things I want to do to her are fucking disgusting. That doesn’t stop them from playing through my mind every damn second of the day. Her body is maturing, her curves becoming more defined. With each day it becomes harder to not touch her. Since the day I found her in that warehouse, I haven’t wanted to leave her side. Her face and those big eyes haunt my every thought.
You would think after everything the girl’s been through that she would be jaded, and untrusting. She’s the complete opposite. She’s embraced the guys and our life. Everyone has really grown attached to her.
Not only is the girl gorgeous but she is everything any of us could hope for in an old lady. I catch the brothers looking at her sometimes and it makes me want to rip their damn eyes out. The day she turns eighteen I’ll get my patch and my girl.
I’ve seen her looking at me, almost begging for me, and it kills me. If she knew how much I wanted her, it would make resisting her that much harder. So I have to sit here and let her think I don’t want her. I have to reject her, and walk away from her.
I end up having Venus suck my dick each night just to keep me sane. Lucy works me up with every thing she does. Every move, every word, makes me want her even more. I always wait ‘til Lucy goes to her room to do anything with Venus, but I can’t lie and say I’m not picturing her face the whole time. Imagining it is her mouth around me, working me.
“Hey.” Lucy walks up to me. Her black jeans hug her hips and the red t-shirt she has on is playing peek-a-boo with her toned stomach. “What’s up?”
My dick. I thank God I’m sitting at this damn table. “I gotta go on a run with the boys tonight. So I’ll be leaving around six and won’t see you ‘til morning. You need anything you can text me.” The disappointment on her face isn’t lost on me. If she only knew the thoughts running through my mind. I wonder how she would react. If she would run the other way, or embrace the idea of being mine.
“So you’ll still be here for the barbecue?” Her wishful eyes look up at me.
“Yeah.” Today is one of the family days we have. There are no club whores, the old ladies spend a rare day at the club with the kids. Families come to visit and everyone just has a good time.
“Okay, well I guess I’ll see you then.” She smiles at me before turning and walking across the room.
My eyes are glued to her ass the entire time. It sways with each step and it amazes me that the girl has no idea how sexy she really is.
“Pres is gonna kill you if you keep staring at her like that.” I look over and Twisted is sitting next to me.
“He said not to touch her and I haven’t.” Except for that one time in the closet. I knew she needed me. It felt right to comfort her, and it stopped me from going out there and strangling the life out of her uncle.
“Well, you look like a damn lion ready to pounce. Don’t get me wrong she’s fucking hot but—”
I shoot him a look. I may not be able to openly tell him to go fuck himself but he definitely knows that’s what I’m thinking. I hate that I’m stuck being a prospect ‘til she turns eighteen, especially cause some days I really want to give these assholes a piece of my mind.
“Relax, Prospect. Everyone knows you’ve made your damn claim by now.” He gets up and walks away. All of the guys have been busting my ass about Lucy. Pres actually called me into his office the other day to remind me to keep my dick in my pants.
“Yo.” Torch sits down next to me. “Those sick fuckers are still hanging posters and shit around town about her.” He nods at Lucy and I look over to see her laughing with Tracie. “The one stopped me when I was in town earlier. Fucker had crazy eyes. Kept askin’ me if I was sure I ain’t seen her.”
I choke on the drink I was takin’. “Jesus Christ. What’d you tell him?”
“I told him that the holes I like to use are full grown and legal, and that maybe he should try that theory.” I shake my head as I laugh. “I mighta set a small fire in his car too.”
That’d be why we call him Torch. “You tell Pres?”
“Yeah. He ain’t worried about those assholes.”
Hopefully, we don’t need to.
He moves to walk away, before turning back around. “Boys and I finally decided to give you a road name. Figure you shouldn’t have to wait for that too.” I look at him waiting for it. “Whip.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Means you’ve been pussy whipped for years, and shit ain’t gonna change when Lucy turns eighteen.” He laughs loudly as he walks away.
Dicks.
