The guy looks at me with a shark-like smile, before tossing him a set of keys, and saying, “Jailbait, now?”
“Fuck off,” Wolf says, grabbing me once more and pushing me toward a truck parked beyond the tree line.
He should look silly wearing that dang vest with nothing underneath but that’s far from the case. His arms gleam in the lowlight of the fire. When he turns, I stare at his pecs, blushing to the roots of my hair when I consider what it would feel like to run my tongue over his nipples.
Once again, I fight a surge of something that flows through my veins, ending in my pulsing core.
When I stare at the door dumbly, he opens it, grabs me up by my waist, and deposits me inside. I bounce on the seat and groan, grabbing my stomach while he rounds the truck and gets behind the wheel.
Without another word, he backs out and drives to the street before making a left. The bumps jerk me around and I lean my head against the cool window, taking deep breaths in the hopes that I don’t vomit in his friend's vehicle.
After a short ride across town, he pulls down my street and I sit up, staring at my house still lit up from within.
Shoot.
“What time is it?”
“Eleven,” he rumbles, and I wince. I’m in so much trouble if my parents are home.
“Um, can you just stop right here?”
He pulls to the curb, and I push open the door, dread snaking down my spine. I've never done something so egregious before and I’m sure I’m not going to like the consequences.
“Baby girl?”
The husky tone brings me around and I clutch the door as he assesses me, his gray eyes unreadable. After a moment, he says, “Stay away from the track.”
“Why?”
“They’re not your people.”
“And you?” I whisper, searching his cool gaze.
He pulls his lips into a wicked smirk, and I shiver. “I’d eat you alive.”
Biting my lip, I nod, ignoring the way his eyes flash, before shutting the door and heading toward my punishment.
I’ll deal with Wolf and his warning later, assuming I survive Daddy’s displeasure but when I enter, hell has already broken loose.
Chapter 4
Wolf
Shaking my head, I watch her slink around the side of the house. Of course, she snuck out. The wholesome reverend’s daughter shouldn’t be out partying with the likes of me.
I know what that asshole says about us in his sermons and the irony isn’t lost on me. While he preaches about our sins, his faithful parishioner, Bay River’s Sheriff, has his hands in all kinds of dirty dealings, including if my father’s suspicions were correct, diddling underage girls.
The reverend is the ultimate hypocrite but that’s fine, he can say whatever the fuck he wants if he stays out of our business. As for the sheriff, his day is coming, he just don’t know it yet.
Lilli is nothing like her sister, who leads my brother around by his dick. Truthfully, when he admitted that he knocked Miriam Abernathy up, I wondered what he saw in his girl. I mean, c’mon, who would want to bag an uptight daughter of a self-proclaimed righteous man? Talk about a cold encounter.
Color me surprised though because beneath all Lilli Abernathy’s layers of clothes and polite manners is a beautiful young woman just waiting to be plucked.
Maybe that’s what caught Duke’s attention. A woman like that, who looks at you with wide sparkling eyes, would do whatever you fucking wanted.
Her pretty, dark stare lingers in my vision and that hair, fuck me, thick and luscious, brushing her ass.
With a sigh, I push the image of those ripe titties from my head and put the truck in gear. Little Lillith Abernathy is so far off-fucking-limits, she should come with a warning sign.