Page 53 of The C*ck Down the Block

Did I know I was making an asshole move right now when she probably needed to exert her feminine independence? Yeah, I did. And I didn’t fucking care. I’d care later, I’d apologize on my knees with my face between her legs later.

Right now, she was mine, she’d been threatened, and I was going to prove to her and any creep watching that I would stand in the way of anyone who hurt my girl. My girl. Mine.

I pushed my hands into her hair and kissed her so god-damned thoroughly that anyone watching would think I was about to fuck her up against the side of the car. She stayed stiff in my arms for a moment, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck and her foot around the back of my calf.

I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers. “If you’d said yes when I asked you out that summer, you never would have had to deal with shitty men who treated you like nothing more than fodder for their wank bank.”

I was one to talk. She was the reason I masturbated every day.

“What?” She blinked up at me, cutely dazed from my claiming of her mouth, lips, and tongue. “When did you ask me out?”

Huh. I’d kissed her brains out. Because how could she not remember? “The night you graduated.”

“No. No, you did not.”

“Trix, I swear to god. You were going off to school in Wisconsin, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing you, so I finally got up the nerve. You not only turned me down flat, but you also told me to fuck off.”

So I had.

She’d gone off to the Midwest, and I’d banged every cheerleader, sorority girl, and ball bunny trying to get her out of my system. If they were the opposite of Trixie, with her lush curves and nerdy glasses, I’d fucked them. I thought it had worked too. Until she’d moved back. The first second I saw her, I’d fallen right back in love with her again.

But she hadn’t wanted me.

“Oh no.” She shook her head and had a horrified look on her face. “God. I remember seeing you, but that was the night I broke up with Asshat Anthony. Because... proving my point that too many men are exactly like Karter, he wanted me to have sex with him while watching a Sunshine Babcock video.”

“Are you shitting me?” I hadn’t even known she had a boyfriend, but now I had one more bastard on my list to kill.

“No.”

No wonder she’d told me to fuck off. Men are pigs.

“And that’s not the only time something like that has happened.”

“Jesus Christ, Trix. Is... is this why you haven’t, why you keep telling me you haven’t done... things?” I was trying hard not to be an absolute ass right now, but this had me in a fucking tailspin.

She pressed her lips together and her eyes went looking everywhere but at me. “You, you figured that out, huh? I should have said something, but, you know, you had a tentacle vibrator between my legs and I sort of forgot. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Bother me? I’m god-damned thrilled that there are so many things that will always be just between you and me. I’m going to make you forget any other man who ever touched you, looked at you, or even talked to you, sweetheart.”

She smiled up at me and put her hand over my heart. “You already have.”

I was this close to just blurting out how much I loved her. “You sure we have to go to this thing tonight? We could just skip it and I could donate however much you wanted to raise.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” She gave me a little push and turned to grab the handle of the car door. “We are going to be late, and now I have to fix my hair and make-up in the car on the way. Get in and drive like the devil, Kingman.”

We made it to the Manniways’ well in advance of the event, because Trixie was a smart cookie and decided we needed to arrive an hour before everyone else, which meant we pulled up to the valet attendant a good half hour before any guests were scheduled to arrive.

Marie greeted us with champagne, which Trixie down in two gulps. “Are the rest of the cowgirls here?”

“Yep, ready and waiting. Don’t worry, doll. This ain’t my first rodeo, everything will go simply fine, and if anything goes a little off kilter, we’ll be able to manage it. I promise. Your Queen Bees won’t know what hit them.”

She was right. This place looked straight out of a Hollywood movie, with lights twinkling all around the yard, the pool filled with some sort of floating lanterns, and a stage set up with displays for all the items being auctioned off.

I’d bet tonight’s fundraiser would not only pay for the programming and extracurriculars, but it would also probably pay off the mortgage on the buildings. It would help that a good third of the Mustangs and their wives were here and would be happy to bid on items, most of which had been donated by them anyway.

It filled my soul with gratitude that I had a team and a family who would pull together to help pull this off at a moment’s notice. This was why I’d never leave Denver if I could help it. This was my home, my people, my family. And Trixie was my lynchpin in it all.

Lulu and her wife waved from the stage and Trixie moved to go meet them. I grabbed her arm and pulled her in for one last kiss before I lost her to the night. “I’ll be here if you need anything, but you’re going to kill it, chickadee.”

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