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  I nodded. “Just a little warm.” It wasn’t helping that I was now on the dancefloor with dozens of other people.

  “Where’s Monica?” she asked, leaning into me.

  “Bathroom,” I said, feeling lightheaded. “Where’s Tiffany?”

  Krystal pointed and I saw that Tiffany was dancing with a guy that looked familiar.

  “Isn’t that one of her ex-boyfriends?” I asked.

  “Yup. Oh,” said Krystal as Brian grabbed her arm again and hauled her away. She laughed. “I guess that I’ll see you soon!”

  “You okay?” asked Jason, who was now staring at my face with concern.

  Suddenly it was hard to focus and the room began to spin. “Oh, wow. I’m so dizzy. We should go back, too.”

  “Nonsense,” he said, grabbing me by the waist. “I’ll take care of you.”

  “You know… I… I don’t… feel so good,” I said, my tongue thick.

  “You mentioned that your drink was really strong,” he said. “It must be hitting you now.”

  “But, I didn’t drink… much,” I slurred, staring up into his eyes. “This is… weird.”

  “You’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you,” he said, holding me close.

  I clung on to him, afraid that I was going to fall or possibly even pass out. “I...Please…I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he whispered in my ear before everything went black.

  Chapter Six

  I woke up to find Jason helping me into the backseat of someone’s car.

  “What’s going on?” I mumbled, trying to focus.

  “I’m giving you a ride home,” he said, smiling at me. “You can lay down if you want.”

  I tired looking outside, but it made me dizzier. “I don’t remember leaving the club.”

  “I walked you outside, to get some fresh air. You were barely coherent.” He said something else, but I nodded off.

  When the door slammed shut, I opened my eyes again and watched him walk around to the driver’s side door. He got in and started the car.

  “Where’s Krystal?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. I rolled down the window, to let some fresh air in.

  “She’s fine. She wanted me to take you home. You do want to go home, right? I mean, I can take you back inside, if you’d prefer.”

  Bile rose to the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. I felt horrible and still so dizzy. I closed my eyes and curled up on the seat. “No. I just want to go home,” I said, laying my head down. “Thanks, Jason. You’re… so… sweet to do this...”

  “You’re welcome.”

  ***

  The next time I woke up, I was sitting up and Jason was in the backseat with me. One of his hands was under my sweater, the other one was trying to get inside of my jeans.

  “Hey,” I slurred, pushing him away. “What are you doing?”

  “Sh...” he said, trying to kiss me. “Relax. I’m going to make you feel really good.”

  I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. “Don’t.”

  Ignoring me, he grabbed my hand and put it on his bulging zipper. “Come on, Baby, I’m so hard for you,” he said, “Feel that?”

  I removed my hand and shoved him firmly in the chest. “What the fuck are you doing? You asshole!”

  He stiffened up. “What in the hell is your problem?”

  “Me? You’re acting like some kind of… rapist!” I yelled.

  His face turned white and this time he backed far away from me. “No, I’m not. You were the one who was all over me! Now you’re freaking out? What, are you some kind of a psycho?”

  “No,” I said, trying to think back. Everything was hazy. The last thing I remembered was him promising to bring me home. “You’re lying.”

  Jason glared at me. “I’m lying? You’re completely nuts! I was going to drive you home and you had your hands all over me. Said you wanted me to come back there and fuck the shit out of you. So, I pulled over. Now, you’re accusing me of rape? What is wrong with you?”

  I touched my forehead. My head was pounding and I was confused. Fuck the shit out of me? That certainly didn’t sound like something I’d say. But, to be honest, I really couldn’t remember anything. “No,” I said, frightened. “You have to be making this up.”

  He laughed coldly. “I see how it is. You’re just a cock-tease. Coming on to me and then crying ‘rape’. Fuck this.”

  Thoroughly baffled, I tried to think back, but I couldn’t even remember leaving the club. But, I had. Had I also come on to him?

  “Please, just take me home?” I asked, trying not to cry.

  “Why should I take you home? I’m a rapist, remember?” he said sharply.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what to think anymore. “I just want to go home.”

  He sighed. “After the way you’ve treated me? You think I should just drive you home now?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Honestly, I feel like I’m the one who’s been raped.”

  I felt so nauseous and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. “I said I was sorry,” I said, trying not to throw up. “Please, just drive me back to the club, if it’s closer. I’ll find Krystal or Tiffany. They’ll take me home and you’ll never have to see me again.”

  Jason’s face relaxed. “I can do that, if you prefer. But,” he leaned toward me and brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek. “I think you should try being a little nicer to me.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” I said, desperately trying not to be sick. “Whatever you want. If you’ll just drive me back.”

  “Whatever I want?”

  I didn’t say anything, I was too busy fighting the urge to puke.

  He cupped my chin and dragged his thumb across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,” he whispered.

  I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job, he obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over his lap.

  ***

  “You asshole!” I cried as Jason threw my purse out of the window and it landed in the gravel. I picked it up and glared at him.

  “Have fun walking,” he shouted, before speeding way.

  Trembling, I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to figure out where I was. From what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest-stop. Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn’t anyone around.

  I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so pissed off at me for puking on him, that he’d pushed me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately, most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.

  When I was done wiping my face, I walked over to a garbage can and threw the tissues away. Then, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal. When she didn’t answer, I left her a voicemail and then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn’t answer either.

  “Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the battery on my phone was nearly dead, and it was almost two in the morning. As I considered who to call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor’s number.

  Fuck it, I thought. He was the one who told me to call if I had problems. This would definitely qualify. Sighing, I pressed the Call button.

  Chapter Seven

  Raptor

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her new lover.

  Always loving a challenge, she ignored me. “Come on, Baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button, and began caressing my cock through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”

  “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whor
es at Griffin’s and with everything that had went on at the club, there hadn’t been time to go looking for a woman that would take my mind off of Adriana’s tight little ass.

  “I’m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tank top that displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I’d reluctantly paid for last summer. She’d hated her B-cups, said that they didn’t make her feel up to par with some of the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old Brandy. The one before the fake boobs and even fakier smiles. The one who’d promised to follow me to the moon and back.

  “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your ass off of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked around the neighborhood and noticed the other houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep or busy fucking each other. The thought made me even harder.

  “I know. I can’t help it, though. I need to feel you inside of me, Raptor. I miss you so much.”

  Should have thought of that before you fucked me over, I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you miss.”

  Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock, which was as hard as a rock. “Oh my God, I miss this so much.”

  Looking up and down the street again, I pulled her further into the shadows of my porch. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.

  Brandy didn’t even hesitate. She got down and began sucking me off. As I watched her head bobbing and her lips sliding back and forth, I grabbed the railing, behind me, and closed my eyes. Instead of the lying bitch who was now getting me off, the one who’d cut me to the core with her cheating, I imagined the kitten with the green eyes and sexy smile. Adriana. Her tongue, circling the head of my cock, while she cupped my balls. Her hot, wet mouth, urging me on, so she could suck me dry. It didn’t take long before my hips were bucking and I was shooting my load into her mouth. Adriana’s mouth.

  “That was fast,” said Brandy, wiping her lips.

  I opened my eyes and sighed. Not fast enough, as far as I was concerned. I took off my T-shirt and wiped my dick off.

  “Mm… I love your muscles,” she said, running her hand over my chest.

  I didn’t say anything, I just stared at her, unable to believe I’d wasted two years with someone like her.

  “My turn, right?” she whispered, giggling nervously. “On the porch?”

  I smiled coldly. “Oh, I see. You want me to munch your box on my porch?

  Brandy leaned against the railing and spread her legs apart. Then she raised her skirt, exposing her hot-pink panties. The ones I’d purchased for her at Victoria’s Secrets. “Yeah. Mm… I’m already wet just thinking about your tongue.”

  Grunting, I zipped up my jeans, bundled up the T-shirt, and walked toward the front door.

  “Raptor?” she pouted.

  I looked over my shoulder. “Don’t come back here, again, Brandy.”

  “What the fuck? I just gave you a fucking blow job and you’re going to leave me here, like this? I need to get off, too, Trevor,” she whined, calling me by my real name.

  “Get off?” I opened the door and walked inside. Then I turned to look back at her. “Why don’t you get off my damn porch and go home.”

  Her face darkened. “That’s not funny.”

  “Not trying to be,” I said. “Get out of my life and stay the fuck out, this time.”

  She crossed her arms under her chest and smirked. “You’re just saying that. I know you.”

  She had me there. Last week I’d been so drunk, I’d even broken down and fucked her. But, I’d had enough. “Just like I thought I knew you. You made your bed, Brandy. It’s time to lay in it.”

  She dropped her hands and took a step toward me. “But, I want to lay in your bed,” she pouted. “Come on, Baby.”

  I raised my hand. “Sorry, but I don’t allow whores in my bed. Not anymore. Thanks for the blow job, by the way. I’ve got a twenty in my wallet, if you’re charging for it, now.”

  She glared at me. “You asshole.”

  “I prefer ‘dick’ but you can call me whatever you want. Just don’t… call me, Baby,” I said, before shutting the door in her face.

  “Fuck you!” she hollered from the other side.

  Smiling to myself, I went upstairs and took a shower.

  ***

  Thirty minutes later, I was unwrapping a frozen pizza when my cell phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I answered it anyway.

  “Raptor?”

  My eyes widened. “Adriana? Is that you?”

  “Uh, yeah. Listen, I need a ride home.” She sighed. “You know what, I’m sorry to bother you. I should just call a cab.”

  “No. Wait,” I said, putting the pizza back in the freezer. “I’ll give you a ride. It’s not a problem. Where are you?”

  “I’m really not sure. Hold on.”

  “You at one of the clubs?”

  “No,” she laughed humorlessly. “Actually I’m at some rest-stop. There’s a sign over here. Hold on.”

  “What do you mean, you’re at a rest-stop? Is Krystal with you?”

  “No.”

  “Where is she?”

  “I don’t know,” she said and then it sounded like she was crying. “Some guy brought me here. He said that he was going to take me home.”

  My gut clenched angrily. “What?”

  “Yeah. He, um,” she sniffed, “he tried making a move on me and I threw up on him.”

  I relaxed. “You did?”

  She laughed nervously. “I don’t even know what really happened or why I threw up. I mean, I hardly drank anything all night. Then, I guess that I passed out. When I woke up, he had his hands all over me.”

  “Where is this fucker?” I growled, wanting to kill the bastard. It sounded like Adriana had been slipped some kind of a date-rape drug. “The guy who did this to you?”

  “Jason? I don’t know. He left. Okay, I’m at Pinefield Rest Area. Do you know where that is?”

  “No,” I said, trying to calm down. “But, I’ll find it. I’m leaving right now.”

  “Thanks, Raptor,” she said softly.

  “Call me Trevor,” I said, surprised at myself.

  “Thanks, Trevor.”

  “Watch for me. I’ll get there as soon as possible.”

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Eight

  Adriana

  I hung up the phone and went over to the restroom facility, to try and clean myself up a little, but it was locked.

  “Nice,” I mumbled, slinging my purse over my shoulder. I walked around the building to a picnic table and sat down. Then I took out a compact mirror and cringed at my reflection. My makeup was smeared and my eyes were red-rimmed, from crying. Sighing, I tried to rub as much of the dark makeup off of my face before Trevor arrived and saw how awful I looked.

  Trevor.

  Although, his nickname, Raptor, was cool, I really liked his real name, Trevor. Plus, he seemed like a decent enough guy. When I’d told him about Jason, he sounded like he wanted to throttle the guy. It actually made me feel good. That and the fact that he was willing to drive out here to pick me up at such a ridiculous hour. I just hoped it wasn’t for sex. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he took me back to his place and demanded I put out, to repay him. Like Jason. It was obvious that Jason had wanted me to give him a blow-job. The idea started my stomach rolling all over again. Pushing away any more thoughts of that asshole, I shoved my mirror back into my purse and zipped it back up. Then I lay my head down on my arms. Fortunately, the fresh air, and throwing up all over Jason, had made my tummy feel better, but I was still so tired. So tired that I eventually nodded off again.

  I woke up hearing the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. Wiping the drool from my lips, I grabbed my purse, hurried over to the parking lot, and stood under a light. When I saw Trevor driving toward me on his Harley, I felt such a sense of relief, that I
almost started crying, again.

  He stopped next to me and put his kickstand down, leaving the bike running. As he got off, I noticed that he wore only faded blue jeans and a black leather jacket, without a shirt. His long hair was loose and windblown. In fact, he almost looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, but, truthfully, I’d never seen anyone look so good. At that moment, he was my Knight-In-Shining-Armor and my stomach was all butterflies.

  “You okay, Darlin’?” he asked, studying my face.

  I tried keeping a stiff upper lip, but it was hard. My emotions were all over the place. I was jittery, scared of what had happened with Jason, and yet so happy to see Trevor, that my legs felt like they were going to give out. “Yeah. I’m better. Now that you’re here and can give me a lift.”

  He looked around and then back at me. “He just dumped you off here? In the middle of nowhere?”

  I nodded and then felt my lip quivering.

  Trevor’s eyes softened. He opened up his arms and stepped toward me. “It’s okay, Adriana. You’re safe, now.”

  “Thanks,” I squeaked, as his arms wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, surprised at how much comfort a stranger could offer. But, he was big and strong and I could tell by the look in his eyes, that his concern was genuine. It made me trust him that much more.

  After a few seconds, he released me and then walked back over to his bike. He opened up one of the saddle bags and pulled out another leather jacket.

  “Here,” he said, holding it out. “It’s chilly out here. You’re going to need it for the ride.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, grabbing the black jacket. I put it on and zipped it up. “Is this yours?”

  He smiled. “Yeah.”

  “It’s nice,” I said, running my hand over the soft leather. It looked expensive and new, almost like it had never been worn before. It also didn’t look like something a biker would wear. It was much more… formal.