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  It’s clear Cade isn’t about to give up on me; obviously, he’s found a fascination. I won’t lie and say he’s not doing crazy things to my body, but I’m not here to get involved. I am here to try and make another life for myself and move on from my past. I can’t get tangled up. I have to stay focused on my plan. I don’t need any more drama or things keeping me held back. I stare at the trees whizzing past me, and I know how easily I could get comfortable here, with Jackson and this life, but I can’t do that. Living this kind of lifestyle isn’t putting me forward, it’s just keeping me at a standstill, and I can’t allow that.

  I feel Cade’s bike slowing, and I peer at the town ahead. It’s only small, maybe five or six thousand people by the looks of it. I suppose it’s what you would call an outback town; it’s got that outback kind of look about it and by the way people are dressed, definitely that kind of feel too. Cade pulls up his bike, and I slip off the back. My legs wobble and I reach out, gripping the seat to steady myself. Cade chuckles and slips his helmet off, and then grips mine and pulls it off my head. I stare up at him, and when he’s smiling down at me the way he is now, it makes it that much harder to just turn everything off.

  “Your legs will do that for a bit after gettin’ off a bike.”

  I nod, standing straight. “Can you tell me where there are some decent shops in this place?”

  He raises a brow. “You’re not serious?”

  Now I raise my brow. “Of course, what did you think I came here for?”

  “Fucks me, a drink? Something to eat?”

  “I need decent shoes for a start, and something to wear to work. My feet kill me all day in that bar.”

  Cade is still staring at me, looking completely shocked. Did the man honestly think I wanted to come in here, to get a drink? Shocker. I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face as he runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it with his fingers. He’s completely and utterly distressed about this, and it’s completely and utterly thrilling to me that I’ve gotten him all wound up. Score one, Addison.

  “You want me to go girly shopping with you?” he says, in a rather horrified voice.

  I giggle, and it sounds so completely off for me. I skip past Cade with a grin as big as Mount Everest. “You offered, hot stuff.”

  With a grunt, he reluctantly follows me. For the first time in days, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. The big tough biker is going shopping with me!

  ~*CHAPTER 6*~

  PAST

  I feel a set of hands tugging my pants, and I jerk upright. My forehead slams into someone else’s and I yelp. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and what’s happening. When I do, I realize that some filthy client is trying to crawl into my bed and score some off me. I blink rapidly, gripping my pants and trying to gain some control. It’s hard when you’re only sixteen, and you try to fight off a man twice your size and age. The stranger grunts, and grips my hands, trying to force them above my hand as he positions himself over me.

  “Get off me!” I cry.

  “Paid for service, going to fuckin’ get it,” he slurs.

  He’s drunk. That’s not uncommon; a lot of clients are drunk. A lot of clients are twisted and fucked up. Let’s face it, if you’re normal, you don’t need to pay the scum of the earth for sex.

  “Get off me,” I repeat, shoving and squirming.

  “Be five minutes, I paid good money.”

  “Then I’ll give you your money back,” I protest, trying to raise my knees up as he shifts his body, pressing himself between my legs.

  “Stupid whore in there already spent it, so I guess you better give me what I need.”

  “Fuck off!” I cry, biting down onto the closest piece of flesh I can get my mouth around. I think it’s his shoulder. It makes me want to gag.

  He roars, and then he slaps me so hard my head spins. As he moves though, I bring my knee up and kick him hard in the groin. When he stumbles off the bed with a hiss, I leap up, flicking the lamp on. I’ve learned how to deal with clients like this, who decide I’m the next best thing if they aren’t serviced by my mother. The first one I ever had, came at me when I was fourteen, I didn’t have the experience then, and he raped me. I learned quickly after that. There’s only one man that gets away with it now, and that’s Jasper. The only reason he gets away with it, is because he’s our lifeline. Without him, we’re on the streets. Pathetic, I know.

  I get off the bed just as the man is rising off the floor. It shocks me to see he’s quite well groomed. He’s wearing suit pants. Okay, they’re not expensive looking, by any stretch, but it’s still a suit. He’s got salt and pepper hair, and is quite well built. Before he can lash out at me, I drive my foot into his nose. The sickening crunch, followed by blood spurting is a familiar sound and sight for me. He roars in pain as blood flows down his face.

  “Little fuckin’ bitch,” he bellows.

  “Get the fuck out of my house. You’re not the first pervert to try and get into my bed, and you won’t be the last. I will cut your dick off if you try and touch me ever again.”

  He crawls towards the door, and blood drips in a trail on the old faded carpet as he goes. When he gets to the door, he turns and looks at me. He’s panting, in both pain and anger. He covers his nose with one hand, and uses the other to support himself.

  “Whore,” he growls.

  Then he crawls out the door. The word has my body trembling. It’s the one word I can’t deal with, no matter how many times I hear it.

  It’s the one thing I never want to be.

  And yet, sometimes, I wonder if it’s inevitable.

  ~*PRESENT*~

  “Jesus woman, remind me never to offer you a ride into town again,” Cade grumbles as we head out of the last store later in the day.

  I’m happy. I have two new pairs of shoes and a couple of work outfits. Cade bought me a leather jacket, and it was the only moment that he smiled. The rest of the time he grumbled and muttered under his breath. This only made me smile more, and take a heck of a lot longer to find what I needed. I turned a one hour trip into a two hour trip, and I enjoyed every second of it.

  “Well, next time you won’t be so pushy when a woman says she’s going into town,” I say, satisfied with myself.

  “Damn right,” he mutters.

  I smile again, and when we reach his bike, he tosses me a helmet and secures the bags in the two panniers on either side of the bike. I slip the helmet on, and when he gets on the bike, I slide on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and take a moment to breathe him in. I’m completely flattered that Cade spent the whole afternoon with me, even though he didn’t have to. He may have grumbled like a bitch in heat, but he did it, and that warms parts deep inside me. Cade grips my fingers, taking a moment to slide his roughened fingertips over mine. I shiver, feeling my body come alive. I want Cade, no amount of denying that will do me any good.

  “Fuck,” I hear him mutter, before starting up the bike.

  I smile into his back knowing how easily I affect him. I also know how much he affects me. When he speeds off onto the street, I tremble with excitement and pure happiness. I’ll never get over the way this bike makes me feel, the way my heart thuds, the way my body becomes relaxed and full of joy, the way I feel so completely at ease. When we hit the highway, I swallow down the anxious feeling that creeps into my chest. I want Cade, and after today, I want him to know it. I know I really shouldn’t be getting involved with anyone, but from what I see of Cade, he’s only up for a bit of fun. I could use a bit of fun right now. I haven’t been with another man since...well...Billy. He was one of the only men I let come near me, that I actually enjoyed being around.

  I feel Cade’s stiff body, and I know he’s feeling the same sexual tension I am. I reach further around him, wondering if what I’m about to do is going to shock him into a crash? Surely not. I slide my fingers down his hard, firm chest until I reach the top of his jeans. I grip them, gently undoing the button. He stiffens even
more, but he doesn’t move to stop me. I unzip him, and then I slip my hand inside. He jerks when I find his erect cock and wrap my fingers around it. Cade is thick, long and pierced. He has the kind of cock that makes women beg for more, slightly titled up, thick head, and those silver barbells in the perfect locations. I squeeze him and feel him pulse beneath my palm.

  I clench my legs around his thighs as my pussy aches, begging for attention. I begin a gentle stroking and I hear Cade’s grunt. He lets one hand off the handle bars, and he grips my hand, stopping me. He jerks my fingers from his cock and pulls my hands out of his jeans. I feel my heart plummet to my belly. He doesn’t want me? Had I been reading this all wrong? God, I’m such a fool. Cade stays on the highway a moment longer, then suddenly he’s turning off. I see a long, gravel road and at the end, is a large, white home. He speeds down the road, and skids to a stop outside the house. He turns the bike off, and gets off quickly and angrily. I let him go, not moving, not daring to remove my helmet. He tears his helmet from his head and hurls it across the dirt, then he grips mine, repeating the process.

  Holy shit. Cade is gorgeous when he’s aroused and angry. Part of me doesn’t quite understand his anger, perhaps it’s because he know this isn’t really the right thing for us to be doing, and he’s been trying to fight it? He stalks towards me, his body wound up, his eyes flaring with lust. He reaches me, grips my hips and lifts, spinning me around so my back is against the handle bars. He steps over the bike, facing me, takes my shoulders and pulls me close. His eyes hold mine, so intense, so green, so full of sex and desire. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and then he brings his mouth down over mine. Electric bolts shoot through me as his mouth moves angrily against mine. When his tongue slides out, I accept it, full and deep. One of his hands grips my hip, and the other he uses to cup my pussy through my jeans.

  I groan into his mouth when he tilts his hand, rubbing in that perfect way. My body begs for attention as he tears his mouth from mine and slides his lips down my neck. I forget everything in this moment. I forget that we’re on a bike, in front of some house I don’t know. I forget that I shouldn’t be doing this. I forget about my past, and my mother. I just exist in this moment with Cade, and I want it more than I want to breathe. I tangle my fingers into his hair, jerking his head back so I can capture his mouth again. He tastes divine, his tongue so soft, his lips so full. That little lip ring tickles my lips in the most impeccable way. He grips my jeans and unbuttons them; I jerk and tear my lips from his.

  “Here?” I rasp.

  “Here. Now. I need to fuck you. I need my cock deep inside you. So fuckin’ gorgeous, so fuckin’ edible.”

  He makes short work of my shoes first, then he pulls at my jeans, and drags them down my legs. I shift my backside, lifting my legs, so he can remove them completely. Cade makes a strangled sound and returns my legs so they’re back either side of his bike. He pushes my chest gently, and I rest my back against the handle bars. He grips each of my ankles, lifting them to rest on the pegs, then he grips my knees and spreads them wide. I whimper when his eyes set on my exposed pussy. The hiss that escapes his lips tells me that he likes what he’s seeing. He stretches his hand out, sliding a finger through the arousal coating my slick sex, and then he slips it into his mouth. I make a whining sound watching him lick my arousal off his finger.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he rasps.

  “God, more,” I beg.

  “Goin’ to fuckin’ eat that gorgeous little cunt, you ready, baby?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes.”

  He grips my hips, titling them up and then he leans down. As his tongue slides through my heat, I cry out, thrusting up to meet the next delectable lick. He growls against my skin, and then clamps his teeth over my swollen clit, gently rolling it between them while his tongue flickers the end. I’ve never had something so fucking amazing in my life. I scream out as pleasure builds at a rapid pace. Holy shit, I’ve never needed to come so hard in my life. I feel his finger slide inside me, and tilt at that perfect angle. I lose it. The first burst of my orgasm is intense. I lose all ability to contain my screams. I thrash my head from side to side, crying out his name. He licks and sucks every last shudder from my body, before lifting his head and letting his tongue slide out across his lips, licking my arousal off.

  “So fuckin’ wet, nicest tastin’ pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on.”

  I quiver. My eyes are hooded as I watch him jerk his jeans down just enough to release his cock. He reaches into his back pocket for a condom, and then he tears it open with his mouth before rolling it onto his hard length. Now sheathed, he steps closer, takes my ankles and puts them around his hips. He presses close to me, his head just probing my center.

  “Want this sugar?” he growls.

  “Yes, please, stop teasing me.”

  “Tell me what you want, word for word. Make me want it, baby.”

  “I want your cock,” I whimper. “I want your beautiful cock inside me, hard, fast, and deep.”

  He groans, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

  He slides the tip of his cock into my pussy and I arch, oh God, yes. He slides in another inch; I groan his name and hold the grips on the handlebars so tightly my fingers ache. Fully stretched around him, I forget everything else but this moment. He slides his hips back, the entire length of him leaving me, then he thrusts back in. I moan and reach up under my shirt to tweak my nipples.

  “Fuck, get those babies out for me, sugar,” Cade orders, his voice hoarse.

  I grip my shirt, and pull it up to reveal my small, but perky breasts. He hisses, and his thrusts become quicker. He leans over, sucking one of my hard nipples into his mouth while his other hand slips underneath me. For a moment, I don’t know what he’s doing until the bike roars to life. The vibrations that rip through my body does crazy things to me. I scream and jerk, as the combination of his thrusting and the vibrations coming off the bike, send me over the edge. I clamp around him, coming with such force I don’t recognize my own cries. All I can feel is the deep, blinding, pulsating jerks of pleasure taking over my body.

  “Mother fucker,” Cade grunts. “So fuckin’ tight.”

  I know the moment he comes; I can feel his cock pulsing, I’m wrapped that tightly around him. He doesn’t make a sound. He just buries his head into my chest and thrusts until he’s got nothing left. Then, he just lays there for the longest moment, catching his breath. I do the same, running my fingertips through his thick, dark hair as I come down from what is easily the best sex I’ve ever had.

  “Fuck, girl, you were so fuckin’ tight, that was so fuckin’ mind blowing. I never thought...just...wow.”

  Okay! That’s a random thing to say. You were so tight? Who says that?

  “What did you expect,” I joke lightly. “A big, loose fuck?”

  He doesn’t say anything, and I realize what he meant. It hits me so hard, I jerk violently under him. Cade thinks the rumors are true. He thinks I was a whore. Feeling my vision blur, I struggle to push him off me. He seems confused as he pulls back, but when he sees my face, it doesn’t take him long to click.

  “I didn’t...”

  I pull my hand back, and I punch him so hard I hear his jaw crack. He roars in pain, and stumbles backwards, only just managing to steady the bike. I scramble off, gripping my jeans and pulling them back on. Cade is still snarling as he kicks the stand on his bike and storms towards me. I throw my hands up, and they tremble as I try to hold them out in front of me.

  “Come near me again, you mother fucker, and I’ll put you on your ass. Don’t think I can’t,” I snarl.

  “What the fuck?” he snaps, rubbing his jaw.

  “How dare you!” I scream. “You thought I was a fucking whore! You fucked me because you thought I was easy?”

  He stares at me, his green eyes intense as he scans my face. “I didn’t fuckin’ say that...”

  “My mother was a fucking whore, so you assumed I was the same. You heard I have been fucking
since I was thirteen so you assumed that I had been paid for it. You fucking asshole, you piece of shit! I actually liked you!”

  I spin and begin storming down the drive. Cade runs after me.

  “Addison, stop!”

  “Fuck you, Cade. How could you? I know you’re a biker. I know you get around, but how could you treat me like that?”

  My voice is hoarse and I hate it. I hate he’s dragged this kind of emotion from me. My entire body is shaking. My palms are sweating and everything inside me aches. I’m hurt. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such intense hurt. How could I let him affect me like this? After a few short days, I let myself become attracted to him; I let myself think he was different. He isn’t. None of them are. I should know that by now.

  “Addison, I didn’t...fuck...just listen.”

  I spin around. “Do you want to know how many men I’ve fucked, Cade?”

  “No, fuck, I just...”

  “I’ve fucked three, and been raped by one.”

  His eyes widen, and I continue before he can speak.

  “You’re one of those three, Cade. The other was a regular fuck and he was good to me, the last was my boyfriend Billy. The man who raped me, also took my virginity at thirteen, and continued to assault me until Billy came along and stopped him. I’m a sexual person, I won’t lie about that. I like to fuck. I like to explore, but I don’t do it with just anyone. I’ve only trusted two people enough, and both times I enjoyed it, but it was nothing like what I felt just then. You came along, and you seemed to want me, you seemed genuine, and I felt the attraction, so I thought why not? Why not pick someone who I actually feel a deep sexual attraction to? I wanted to see what it was like, to feel you around me and maybe, just maybe, feel like I wasn’t being used, but really it was just a cheap, quick fuck,” I spit the words at him, they fly from my mouth like venom.