“Wait. Do you like him or something?” It comes out slow because right now, I’m figuring it all out. While I have been busy with the guys letting her do her school shit, this motherfucker is moving in on my girl. Dolly is mine. From as early as I can remember, everyone knows it. Everyone.
I reach up and run my hands through my hair again. It’s getting long and I need to have Dolly cut it soon. But first I need to think.
“Edge? Come on… you can’t be serious.” She reaches up and I’m lost looking at the most gorgeous face in the world. Her long black eyelashes and bourbon-colored eyes are what I dream about. Everyone always talks about her long brown hair and her red puffy lips. But for me it’s her eyes—they show me everything I need to know.
We Disciples are raised at a young age to lie and not show any emotion. Not my Dolly. She shows me everything.
“How can you be this stupid,” I sneer, causing her hand to drop.
“What?”
“I said, how can you be so stupid? You need to see this guy for what he is.”
She starts to march away from me, her ass looking so hot in her short cheerleading outfit. I reach down and rub my shaft, which gets hard at every little thing Dolly does.
“You’re becoming a pig. Give me my backpack.” She tries to jump up to get it off my shoulder.
I turn away and walk toward her crappy house.
I hear a small huff of frustration. The great thing about knowing someone better than you know yourself makes it easy to push their buttons.
“You’re being ridiculous,” she yells after me. “You know I don’t like him. He’s a friend I see in class and at cheer practice. Damn it, Edge.” Dolly has a bad temper, but so do I and I’m pissed.
I spin, almost causing her to run smack into me. Reaching up to steady her, I almost shake her. “He wants you. Do you even get that?” My eyes search her face and in that second, I know she knows it and yet she’s still allowing him to sniff around.
“You are a real piece of work, Dolly. You need them that bad, huh?” I turn on her as she stands her ground, this tiny girl with her hands on her hips staring at me, not showing one intention of backing down.
“Fuck this.” I throw my hands up.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Edge Daniels,” she screams after me.
I’m almost at her house and just fucking great, her dad’s Harley is parked out front. The small house pretty much screams for a coat of paint and someone to water the dead yard.
Dolly’s mom has been bitching at Shark to do something about it since a new neighbor moved in and nicely complained about their house being an eyesore.
Slowing down, Dolly slaps my back.
“Asshole.”
I turn, grab her wrist, and jerk her close. Her breath whooshes out and her beautiful brown eyes darken.
“Let go.” She twists, but I ignore her and dip my head to smell her candy scent. My dick is almost painful in my jeans. So, I pull her close and crush my mouth on hers. We’ve kissed many times. In fact, we started experimenting at twelve but I’m sick of just kissing. My body wants more. I want more.
I’m the only one in the club who is still a virgin. I don’t care though. I know it’s coming and I love Dolly. But it’s not easy when all my friends act like I’m strange or my dad calls me gay. Either way, I love her and she’s mine. I’m gonna make her my old lady as soon as we turn eighteen.
I shove my tongue into her mouth and she moans. Or maybe it’s me. I’m so turned on it’s hard to breathe. I can’t decide if I should touch one of her big tits or her awesome ass.
Our backpacks drop with a thud. This time, I hear Dolly say, “God.”
I’m possessed. All I want are her bee-stung lips and her delicious tongue. Her small frame fits perfectly in my arms. Even though I tower over her, she seems made for me. I make my decision and grab her ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I caress it, shoving my erection against her stomach. I could almost come like this. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” I growl into her mouth, my tongue twisting with hers.
“Edge…” She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. My mouth goes to bite her neck or at least suck it when I hear a click. My brain freezes. I know that sound; I’ve heard it since I was a child.
The click of a rifle, no it’s a Glock, but it sounds so much louder when you know what it is.
“You better get your fucking hands off my daughter, Edge!”
It can’t be. My mind won’t let me stop. Not now. Not fucking now…
“I said get your hands off my daughter’s ass before I blow your pecker off. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Dolly is still in my arms. Her breath on my chest almost calms me. I stare down at her huge eyes. She’s scared and that fills me with rage. No one needs to scare my girl.
“Daddy, please. It’s Edge.” Her right eye is twitching. It does this whenever she’s scared or tired. She moves away and my hands drop to my side as I face her enraged father. The VP of our club, the only real family I have.
Shark grabs her and wrenches her away. She stumbles forward and lands on her knees.
“Jesus Christ, be careful,” I hiss and hold myself to my full height. I’m tall, taller than Shark who’s short and stocky, kind of like a pit bull.
“Wait.” Dolly glances up, a dazed look in her eyes. “Daddy, please… it’s Edge! What are you doing?”
“Teaching this punk some fucking respect. Go inside. I need to have a word with him.”
Dolly shakes her head and stands, hands pressed together like she’s praying, one knee bleeding while mascara and tears run down her cheeks.
“Go inside.” He spits on the ground hitting my boot. Then he looks up and smiles as I feel the cool metal of the Glock and hear Dolly’s shriek for help.
I don’t look around, but from what I can hear, neighbors are watching and dogs are barking.
“You think I’d allow a loser like you to ruin my daughter?” He pushes the gun even harder against my head. His dark eyes bore into mine, and I know he wants to see fear. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at my head.
“I’m not going to ruin her. I love her.”
For a split second his eyes change and maybe I see a slight bit of respect in them, but it’s gone so fast I’m not sure it was ever there.
“Mom? Oh my God, Mom,” Dolly screams and pulls open the screen door, running into her house.
“I should put a bullet in your ugly red head. Same as your dad, you’ll let the pussy rule your brain and go nowhere fast.”
I grind my teeth to bite back the disrespectful words like a stomach flu that needs to be purged. The screen door bangs open again and I think I hear a neighbor ask if he can help. Shark yells that he should mind his own business.
“Holy fuck. What’s happening?” My eyes dart over to the screen door crashing open again. Misty is covered in a dirty white towel and her hair is wet. Jesus, the towel barely covers her.
“Don’t kill him. I love him,” Dolly says, sobbing. “Mom do something.”
“Get your ass inside, Misty.” She looks stunned as she tries to hold on to the towel and comfort Dolly.