Page 14 of Marco's Girl


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She’s standing at the Bradford gate when I drive up. I lean over and push her door open, and she slides in, the hem of her blue and green tartan skirt riding up and revealing more of her thigh. I have the insane urge to bite her there, to leave my mark.

“You didn’t have to pick me up.” She stows her backpack in the floorboard and fastens her seatbelt.

“It’s freezing outside, and I already told you I’ll pick you up and take you home every day.” I pull onto the highway.

“I know.” She tangles her fingers together. “I just don’t want any trouble. Grams needs this job, and I need this school if I’m going to have any chance at getting into a good college.”

“There shouldn’t be any more trouble, okay? Trent understands you’re off limits.”

“And what was all that? The Davinci thing and me being under your protection?”

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.” She takes a deep breath. “I need you to be honest with me. I’m not very trusting, but for some reason I really want to trust you, but I can’t do that if I think you’re hiding things from me. But I know we just met, and I’m not trying to steamroll into your business, but I—“

I take her hand, pulling it free and kissing the back of it. “Everything’s cool, babydoll.” I don’t want to scare her off, but she’s laid down her terms. Honesty. “My family is well known around here. My brother-in-law is …” How do I say this without sounding scary? “He’s into some things that most people would find to be illegal.”

She raises a brow. “By ‘most people’ do you mean ‘all law enforcement’?”

Damn, she’s too clever for her own good. “Something like that, yeah. But he’s so good to my sister, and he’s taken me under his wing when he didn’t have to. He’s kind to the ones he loves.”

“What about the ones he doesn’t?”

I squeeze her fingers. “We don’t have to worry about that.”

“So Trent’s dad is scared of your brother-in-law because he’s what? A mobster?”

I laugh and turn into the school parking lot. “Mobster?”

“Yeah, like in those movies. He gets orders from the head of the family and goes and does bad things.”

“No. Nick doesn’t take orders. He gives them.” I park with plenty of time left for her to get to class. “Speaking of that, do you have plans tonight?”

“No?” She sounds more than a little apprehensive.

“Great. How about you come over and meet Sophia and Nick?”

She stiffens and pulls her hand away, then grabs her backpack. “Who’s Sophia?”

Her voice is kind of high when she asks it, and it hits me. She’s jealous and hasn’t connected who Sophia is.

“Hey.” I lean over and cup her cheeks.

She blinks, her lips parting as I move even closer. “Y-yes?”

I glance at her mouth, needing to know what she tastes like. I shouldn’t, but when her lashes flutter and she lets out a sweet breath, I press my lips to hers. Gently at first, no tongue, just warmth. But I can’t leave it at that, not when she grips the lapels of my jacket.

I lick her lips, and she opens for me. I delve inside, finding her tongue that tastes a little minty from her toothpaste. Sliding one hand to her hair, I squeeze the white strands and angle my mouth over hers. When she lets out a little moan, my cock wages a war with my zipper, and I have to back off before things go too far.

Her eyes flutter open, her cheeks pink, and I open my door and jump out. She’s already standing when I get around to her. “That was … I, um.” Flustered, she shakes her head.

I move closer and drop one more kiss on her irresistible lips. “Me too.”

She’s stunned and hot as fuck, but she needs to get to class.

“Come on, babydoll. Let’s learn about cells for a while.” I take her hand and head toward the front doors, but I nuzzle into her hair and whisper, “By the way, beautiful, Sophia is my sister.”

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