Renegade Lady (10 page)

“Time for us to go,” he says, venom dripping from his voice.  He grabs her and starts to move through the room, but stops before leaving the room and turns back to me. “We’ll talk later, babe,” he says to me with a wink, his parting words causing Roxy to freak out yet again.

I shake my head and walk over to Timber. “I think I’ve had all I can take.”

I lean into Timber, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me even closer.  “Any other bitches come over here, I’m getting out my gun.”

I look up to him and giggle.  “You’re a wonderful friend.  Thank you for being there for me today.  I couldn’t have made it through the funeral without you.”

“Anytime,” he says, placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

We’re quiet for a moment before I pull back and look up to him. “What the hell is going on with Roxy and Reese? They’re married, yet she whores around like she doesn’t have an old man at all.  What in the hell did she mean about Pebbles calling him Daddy?”

“It’s not my story to tell.  One day, he’ll tell you himself.  When he does, you’ll understand that he’s doing the only thing he can,” he says, running his hand over my hair.

I nod.  “Reese is a good guy.  He deserves better.”

“So do you.”

I cock my brow.  “What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you on your birthday,” he says, then leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. 

When he does that, the vibe in the room changes. It’s so heavy that I can feel it. I jerk back and look across the room.  Kidd is standing at the door looking furious.  He starts to take a step towards Timber and me, but stops when Sarah walks up to him and wraps her arm around his waist.  She reaches up and kisses on his jaw, but he doesn’t lose his tense look. When she’s done, she looks over and smiles at me. She then grabs his hand and pulls him out the door. 

Timber places his chin on the top of my head and mumbles, “Yeah, you deserve better.”

CHAPT
ER Nine

Jenna

It’s my birthday, and not a soul remembered.  I’m eighteen, eight-fucking-teen, and I’m sitting here at the house all alone.  I’m not upset with Chipper.  He’s had more important things on his mind than my birthday.  Mindy’s only been gone for two weeks, and Chipper’s still in as much pain as he was the day she took her last breath.  I am too.

I deal by doing my best to take care of Chipper.  I clean and cook, trying to keep everything just like it was when she was still healthy enough to do it herself.  So far, Chipper hasn’t noticed.  If he has, he hasn’t mentioned it. 

Chipper deals by staying drunk off his ass.  In the time that I’ve lived with him and Mindy, I had never seen him drunk.  Sure, he would have a few from time to time. I’ve even seen him buzzed more than once, but never drunk.  Since Mindy’s funeral, I haven’t seen him sober.  He leaves as soon as he gets up and stumbles in after I’m in bed. 

Mindy would hate to see him like this.  She would also hate seeing me sitting here all alone.  She wouldn’t want to know that we’re all grieving so hard, but she had to know it’d happen.  When you lose someone as wonderful as her, there’s no way to keep from falling to pieces. 

I’m standing in the kitchen frosting a cake.  Yes, I’m making my own birthday cake.  I don’t even want the damn thing. I know Mindy would want me to have one though, so I put on my big girl panties, and made her famous coconut cream cake. I’m just finishing up when I hear the front door open. 

I jerk my head towards the living room and see Kidd standing there. “Hey, baby girl.”

Shit!  I haven’t been alone with him since Mindy’s funeral.  In fact, we haven’t even talked.  I would have talked to him, but he was with that bitch, and I just can’t talk to him when they’re together.  Being that they’re attached at the hip all of the time, I haven’t really talked to him much since he got back.

I really did try to like Sarah, but it was impossible.  She hates me and makes no bones about it, so it’s hard to be friendly with her.  Finally, I quit trying.  I still wanted to be friends with Kidd, but that all changed after Mindy’s funeral.  After what he did, turning his back on me again, I don’t want anything to do with either of them. I know Sarah is his woman, but I’m his friend.  Friends are supposed to be there for each other. He hurt me in a way that I’m not sure I can ever get over. 

He walks to me, stopping when his body hits mine.  “Still not talking to me? Not even a hello?”

“Hi, Kidd,” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable at being so close to him.

He looks at the cake then back to me.  “Happy birthday, Jenna.”

My eyes go large when I realize that he remembered.  Of course, the one person that I don’t want to see is the only person that remembers it’s my birthday.  “Why are you here?”

He steps closer, pushing me against the counter.  “I would never forget your birthday.  I’ve been waiting for this day for a long fucking time.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by his words.

He lowers his mouth to mine and talks against my lips.  “You’re legal, baby.”

With those words, his lips seal against mine.  He kisses me in a way that I’ve never been kissed before.  It’s gentle, but all consuming.  Finally, I pull back.  “What are you doing, Kidd?”

A sexy smile crosses his face.  “I’m claiming my girl.”

Kidd wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest, lifting me off my feet. “You’re mine, Jenna.  You’ve been mine since the day you walked in the club house, and I’m about to prove it to you.”

I’m still confused.  What in the hell is he talking about?  He’s with Sarah. I’m just his friend, his little sister.  “I don’t understand,” I whisper, my voice sounding strained.

He chuckles before running his hand down to cup my ass.  “You’re my woman, my old lady. Now, I’m going to claim you.”

His words make me feel like someone’s doing cart wheels in my stomach.  “You’re old lady? What about Sarah?”

He shakes his head.  “Yes, my old lady. We’re not talking about Sarah right now.  We’re not talking about anything.”

He picks me up, barely bringing me off my feet, then places his lips back on mine.  He starts to walk backwards, carrying me with him.  Before I realize what’s happening, he leads me into my bedroom.  He stops when he reaches my bed and lays down, pulling me on top of him.

I know I should be scared, but I’m not.  In fact, I’m excited.  I’ve only had sex with two people in my life, Timmons and Rig.  Mindy said what they did to me was not sex. It was an act of violence.  She explained that sex with someone you care about will not hurt, and if I’m lucky, it will feel really good.  For some reason, I know having sex with Kidd will not just feel good. It will be life changing.

He rolls me over, placing his body against my side. We continue to kiss while he undresses me.  After he rids me of my clothes, he pulls his shirt off.  I can’t stop myself from touching him.  I never wanted to touch Timmons or Rig, but my hands seem to be glued to Kidd’s body.  When I notice the phoenix tattoo on his shoulder, I lift up and run my tongue over its flames.  The taste of his skin sends shockwaves through my body.

He moves down my body and runs his tongue over my nipple.  I can feel them tighten to small peaks and let out a throaty moan.  My God!  I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.  “That feels good,” I gasp out.

I feel him chuckle against my breast.  “Everything we do will feel good.”

While he continues to use his mouth on me, I move my hands down to his pants.  I find his pants already unbuttoned and the head of his dick peeking out the top.  I lightly run my hand over it, then start to push his pants down.   I wrap my hand around his hardness and squeeze.  He bucks towards me and mumbles.  “Fuck, baby doll.”

He pulls away from me and shrugs his pants off before rolling on top of me.  The feel of him between my legs is something I can’t describe.  It gives me a feeling of being home, like my body knows this is where it belongs, where it was meant to be.

Kidd pushes his hands between us, placing it at my core.  He gently cups me while kissing the side of my neck.  His fingers do things to me that I didn’t know was possible.  The things that once caused me so much pain are now bringing me pleasure; so much pleasure that my entire body is on fire.

Kidd pulls himself up and looks right into my eyes. “I need to be inside you, but I have to know you want this.”

Without even a hint of doubt, I nod.  “I want you to make love to me.”

A look crosses Kidd’s face that I’ve never seen before, a mixture of tenderness and heat.  He places a soft kiss on my lips then gets down on his knees.  He grabs his jeans and pulls out a condom.  I watch him tear it open and roll it on, my entire body humming with desire. 

He comes back to me, kissing me while rubbing his hardness against my wetness.  Finally, he starts to push himself in.  He doesn’t slam into me like the others did.  Instead, he moves slowly, filling me inch by inch.  There’s no pain, just a feeling of amazing fullness.  I wrap my legs around him and breathe out, “Ahhh.”

He starts to slowly move inside me, causing a knot to form in my stomach.  My core starts to tighten, and I know something is coming, but I’m not sure what.

“That's it baby, give it to me,” Kidd grunts out as he slides in and out of me. “Feel me, baby. Feel me deep inside that sweet little cunt of yours.” 

I feel him all right. I feel every inch of him.   After nearly two years of feeling next to nothing, having him inside me is almost too much.  “Uh huh,” I mumble, focused on the pleasure he’s giving me.

“God, baby, your pussy feels like silk.  It's the best damn feeling in the fucking world.  There’s nowhere I'd rather than be than sunk deep inside you, claiming you, proving you’re mine.”

His words send my body into over drive. My hips start to thrust, meeting his.  Suddenly it hits me, and my entire body starts to convulse. My legs lock around him, and I let out a long moan.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt this good.

I feel his pace start to speed up, and he starts to grunt each time he pushes into me.  After only a stroke or two, he buries his face into my neck and growls.  He’s still for a moment then starts to move in me gently.  He brings his face to mine, and starts to kiss me. He kisses me in way that lets me know how precious he thinks I am. 

After a moment or two, he rolls onto his side, “Thank you, baby doll.”

My sex drunk brain takes a minute to realize what he said.  “Why are you thanking me?”

A shit eating grin spreads across his face.  “It’s your birthday, but you ended up giving me the best present I’ve ever received.”

I can’t keep the smile off my face.  “You’re welcome, I guess.”

He chuckles while getting off the bed.  I watch him walk from the room, not even stopping to get dressed.  In my mind, I know he’s just going to the bathroom, but in my heart, I wish he hadn’t left me.  I need him now. I need him to tell me that this isn’t just a dream.  I need him to let me know that he loves me every bit as much as I love him.

My eyes don’t leave my bedroom door until he walks back in the room.  He comes straight to the bed and crawls in beside me.  “Okay, now we can talk.”

“Talk?”

He nods, pulling me to him.  “You asked about Sarah. I said we’d talk about her later.”

“Oh,” I whisper, not sure I want to talk about his girlfriend right after we had sex. 

“Sarah’s a good woman.  At least, she was when I first met her.  But she was never you, and she knew that I didn’t have any real feelings for her.  Knowing that she was just keeping me busy, while I waited for you, made her bitter.”

I saw them together enough to know that Sarah meant something to him.  He can say what he wants, but I’ll never believe he doesn’t care for her. “Sarah means something to you.”

“No, she doesn’t.  She could have, if it wasn’t for you.  As soon as I realized you were no longer just a kid, she never had a chance.”

I’m about to ask him what he means when his cell starts to ring.  He reaches to the floor and pulls it from his pants.  “Yo.”

I watch as his face instantly loses its color, and he quickly swings his legs off the bed.  “Where is she?”

He listens while pulling on his pants.  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Kidd shoves the phone in his pocket and starts to pull on his shoes.  I watch him as he continues to get dressed.  He stays quiet until he slides his cut over his shoulders.  “I gotta go,” he barks out, voice sounding cold.

“What?” I ask, shocked at the change in him. 

He looks to me with regret in his eyes.  “Sarah needs me. We’ll talk about this shit later.”

With those words, he walks out of the room.  Seconds later, I hear the front door slam.  I curl into a ball, letting my tears wash away my heartache. I just don’t understand how he can say he wants me, but takes off after Sarah right after he we have sex? Maybe that’s the issue, he wanted sex and said whatever he had to in order to get it.