Page 3 of Sinful Lies
Swinging my legs offthe bed, I slump forward, scrubbing my hands down my face. It takes a moment for the haze to clear, but when it does, I remember spending the night at the Savage Saints clubhouse drinking their beer and fucking their club pussy. With all the stress I’ve been under, I needed a release more than I realized.
I look at the girl sleeping next to me, her blonde hair draped across the pillows. Even my subconscious is hung up on Dia. Why else would I have chosen barely legal pussy that reminds me of a younger Dia? She’s all I think about. The one who got away. The one I let go.
I inhale a deep breath, remembering the day Dia became mine.
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Twelve Years Earlier
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“Young man, sit properlyor leave my classroom.” Mrs. Whitaker is a crusty old bitch.
It’s the second week of school and she already has it out for me. It’s nothing new. I’ve earned my reputation as a troublemaker and wear that badge proudly. I hate this factious institution. They demand excellence yet treat us like toddlers. God, forbid you have a mind of your own. The only reason I’m in first period History anyway is for the blonde-haired beauty sitting next to me in the back row. Dia isn’t like the other girls in this school with their preppy clothes and cliques. Dia moved to town last year. She’s a knockout with a wild streak a mile wide that immediately sent my pulse racing. I may be a troublemaker but at sixteen even I need courage sometimes. I took this long to work up the nerve to talk to her and now this fucking bitch of a teacher wants to call me out over nothing. I lower my feet off the top of my desk and finally make my move.
I lean toward Dia. “Let’s ditch this bitch. I’ll wait for you outside.” I shoot her a wink and try to play it cool.
I hope like hell Dia likes cocky because if she doesn’t, I just blew my chances all to hell. I push myself out of the undersized desk chair and stroll out of the classroom. I can feel Dia’s eyes on my back, watching me stroll out of the classroom and force the smirk off my face. I don’t know if she’ll come, but no risk means no reward.
I’m smoking my third cigarette by the time Dia shows up.
“Got one for me?” Dia’s voice has me turning around. My armpits are sweaty and my hands clammy. I let out a deep breath, exhaling the smoke from my lungs, and calm myself.Play it cool, man, don’t fuck this up now.
“Last one.”
Dia’s soft fingers brush against mine as she plucks the cigarette out of my hand. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she lifts it to her lips. I imagine those sweet lips on mine. I bet she tastes like the bubble gum she was popping in class. The bell rings and the other students scatter like rats, but Dia doesn’t even flinch. “Shouldn’t you be running off to class?”
“Depends”
My curiosity peaks. “Depends on what?”
“It depends on where you’re going.”
I let out a chuckle. I can’t believe my luck. She’s fucking into me. “I’m sure as hell not going back in there.”
School is not my thing. As bad as I want to get to know her, I’m not about to pretend to be someone I’m not. She’ll be better off if she knows the guy I am from the start and if she sticks around, then she’s a keeper. I’d much rather get her alone, anyway.
“Then neither am I. You got wheels?”
“I got two. Wanna take a ride?”
Dia raises her brow. “Tell me you don’t mean a bicycle?”
I grab Dia by the hand and the spark between us shoots through my arm and travels to my cock. The way she swallows hard, I’m guessing she feels it too. If she’s looking to rebel, I’m her guy. I’m dying to corrupt her.
“Do I look like a guy who would ride a bicycle?”
When we reach the parking lot, I point to my ride, “Ever been on a motorcycle?”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
I strap my helmet on Dia’s head and climb onto my bike. “Your daddy’s going to hate me.”
Dia’s smile lights up her face when she climbs on behind me “Do I look like a girl who cares?”
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Present Day
