Page 25 of Absolution

“Time’s a wasting, Siren. Tell me the truth.”

“Fine,” she huffs, turning her beautiful eyes toward me. “My mom is part of the reason I’m here, but she’s not the reason I stayed.”

I stare deeply into her eyes, silently pleading with her to continue, but her phone interrupts us. She sighs in what I can imagine is an outwardly display of relief for cutting this conversation short. She reaches behind her, patting the seat for her phone. Her eyes widen when she looks at the screen.

“Shit,” she curses, before silencing her phone. “I have to go.”

“Hot date?” I tease her, before I realize that she is being dead serious on her need to leave. She looks to her phone again as it chimes once more. She mutters underneath her breathe, but I can’t make out what she says. She starts to use force to move me. I firmly stand my ground, and I don’t give her an inch of back peddling. Ricca may not be the tiniest woman on the planet, but even she can’t move me that easily. Tough girl or not, I don’t move unless I want to move.

“Ratchet,” she yells. “Fucking move already. I need to leave.”

“I don’t fucking think so, Siren. We still have some talking to do.”

She drops her phone and begins to swivel into the truck. She goes for the ignition, before remembering that I have her keys. Something I don’t regret doing since she’s trying to run again.

Not today, Siren. This doesn’t end her after that kiss. You want this just as much as I do.

“Give me my keys, Ratchet,” she coarsely demands, I watch as the wheels in her head start to turn as she looks for a way out of the situation, that likely doesn’t result in her having to hot wire the damn truck. A skill I’m almost certain she has in her toolbox.

“No.”

“I’m not running if that’s what you think. I need to be somewhere.”

I step into the open door of the truck, reaching for her. Her chest begins to move quickly, and her as breathing becomes heavy.

“The only place you need to be is here with me,” I fire back at her. Tasting her lips, is only feeding the monster I have inside of me. Even an inch is too far of a distance for my liking.

“I’m serious, Ratchet. Please give me my keys,” she pleas.

I pull her keys from out of my pocket, spinning them around my pointer finger to annoy her. She reaches for them, but just as her fingers nearly grasp them, I pull them away.

“Too slow,” I smile. “Do you want to try again?”

“God dammit!” she swears. “What do I have to give you so you’ll stop being a bastard for one fucking second of your life and give my keys back?”

Her insults don’t affect me in the slightest. Bastard has become nearly a term of endearment, when it comes to my line of work with the club. What does pique my interest is her sudden thought that I need something in order to give into her. Little does she know that I would gladly lay down in traffic just to make sure she is safe. The male in me has another list of demands that start with her mouth around my cock, but that’s not going to help my cause at this point. Answers first. Fucking her raw comes later.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll give them back. That’s it.”

She growls and reaches for the keys again, but misses them yet again. She huffs back into her seat and glares at me.

“I can’t tell you, Ratchet. You wouldn’t understand,” she starts. “But I can show you. Give me my keys and let me go to my appointment.”

Her eyes plea with me to give in and take a chance that the queen of lies is telling me the truth. Everything inside of me screams to rip her out of that truck, and fuck her into submission in the bed to show her what happens when she lies to me. The visual of my sick and twisted form of punishment only makes my cock scream louder to go through with that devious thought, but I force myself to shove that idea aside, until we are some place a little less public.

“You’ll show me,” I repeat back to her, while handing her the keys. “You lie to me again, and I am going enjoy reddening your ass with my hand, Siren.”

She gulps again as her hand moves the keys to the ignition. I note the slight tremble in her hands as she twists the key and the truck barely turnovers over. She really needs a new fucking ride, and I make a mental note to handle it for her. Not that I expect her to agree nor happily thank me for doing it, but I don’t give a shit. I won’t let her ride in some piece of shit truck that could break down and explode at any minute.

She pushes me back, closing the truck door behind me. I watch from the outside of the window as she shifts the truck into drive, but she hesitates. Her lips mouth a curse word, before she reaches over and rolls down the window.

“If you really want to know why I am here, meet me at Willie’s around three o’clock. I’ll show you why I left,” she tells me before pulling away from me.

Her truck turns left as she heads back toward town and passes me on the side of the road.

“Dumbass,” I chide myself aloud.

Was it a smart idea to put my trust into someone who has run from me more than twice in just a matter of a day? No, but I have to prove to her that I’m not here for a quick suck and fuck. She means more to me than a warm cunt to put my dick it, and I need her to realize that.

My boots shuffle in the dusty shoulder of the road, before I kick the dust and head back towards my bike.

I didn’t come all this way to chicken out now.

Hit me with your best shot, Siren. I’m ready.

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