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“His sister-in-law? Are you saying they were fucking?”
She nodded.
What kind of idiot had she been dating?
“They’ve always had a weird, flirty relationship, but, well, she’s married to his brother. I didn’t think anything of it until …”
Goddamn.
“Where am I taking you, darlin’?” I asked.
She slid the helmet on her head and struggled to buckle it. I stepped closer and took it from her hands, then fastened it, making sure it was secure before letting go.
“Bus stop. It’s two miles that way,” she said, pointing east.
I shook my head. “No bus. Where is home?” If I was gonna take Little Hot and Sexy on my bike, then I might as well get her home.
“The Ocala Inn on Second Street,” she replied.
I tensed and studied her for a moment. “Why are you staying in a motel?”
“Because I was living in my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend’s apartment,” she replied.
And he’d been fucking his sister-in-law.
I threw my leg over the bike, then held out my hand to her. “Come on, darlin’,” I said, trying to ignore the shit going on in my chest.
I didn’t want to care about this girl. She wasn’t my responsibility. She had a good job, and I was sure she’d find her way.
Her slender hand slid over my palm, and I closed mine around hers so that I could steady her while she climbed on behind me. This was the first woman to ride on the back of my bike, and I didn’t even know her.
“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight,” I told her.
She leaned forward, and I closed my eyes to breathe through my nose as her hands moved over my abs. My teeth clenched tightly as her soft, full tits pressed against my back. My dick swelled inside the tight confines of my jeans.
Think of something else.
“Is this good?” she asked close to my ear.
I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded.
This was probably a big fucking mistake.
2
Liberty
Six Weeks Later
Please answer the phone. Please, please, please, I silently pleaded as I held it to my ear. My grip tightened on the phone as I waited.
This was the third time I had called Sissy in the past two days, and the other two times, I’d left messages that she hadn’t returned. If I had anyone else to ask, I would, but I had no one.
My sister and I rarely spoke. I would call her on holidays and her birthday, but that was about it. I knew if I didn’t call her, there would be no communication between us. She was the only family I had, and even if we had never had a close relationship, I didn’t want to lose touch with her.
“What, Liberty?” she snapped into the phone.
I wanted to weep with relief. She had answered.
