Page 14 of Dirty

Refreshing.

Cleansing.

We didn’t really talk during the ride. My mind drifted to thoughts of freedom, flying, and what it was like to be an eagle. The experience was the polar opposite of what I had been exposed to during my abduction.

When we were finally done, he pulled into my mother’s driveway. I released my grip from his waist and mentally prepared to get off the motorcycle, even though I didn’t really want to.

The front door swung open, and my mother screeched. I lifted my leg over the seat and fumbled to get my footing. As she ran down the driveway toward us, my savior and I exchanged a quick look.

Nothing was said, but I don’t know that anything needed to be. Our eyes simply locked for an instant, and then he broke my gaze.

His rough exterior could do nothing to completely hide his caring inner self.

And, it was at that instant, when our eyes met for only a split-second, that I decided I wanted to know more about the man who slayed my monsters in his spare time.

FIVE

Cholo

I opened my saddle bag and carefully removed the towels from the enclosure. Using a motorcycle as my basic mode of transportation was liberating, but at times it was a pain in the ass. My mother taught me to never show up at someone’s house empty-handed, and something as simple as transporting a bottle of wine became difficult on a bike. After removing the bottle and wiping the condensation from the glass, I inspected it for damage.

I hated using Alexandra’s abduction as a reason to visit Lucy, but after ten years of not seeing her, I really didn’t have any other excuse for showing up. I mentally shrugged off my reservations and sauntered up the walk toward the porch.

As I was brushing the wrinkles from my jeans, the door opened.

Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Adam.” She looked me over, and then stepped aside. “I like the vest. Come in. How are you doing?”

I smiled and nodded. She was dressed in a pair of velour designer sweats and a tight-fitting tee shirt. My mother also taught me not to stare, but her outfit left little to the imagination, and diverting my eyes was close to impossible.

I gave her a quick look, pried my eyes from her tits, and then met her gaze. “I’m good, thanks.”

She glanced at the wine, and then at me. She looked much better than the day I’d seen her at the remodel home, and appeared to have gotten some rest since I dropped Alexandra off a week prior.

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “You brought wine?”

Her light brown hair was clean and straight, almost reflecting the late evening sun. She looked the same as she did when I’d watch her walk to her car in the summers before she moved away. I still remembered the day she left, and although it seemed like a lifetime had passed since, she hadn’t aged one bit.

“It’s Friday night.” I hoisted the bottle. “And, my mom always said never show up empty-handed.”

“Wine’s my weakness. Well, one of them.” She motioned toward the living room. “Have a seat, I’ll pour us a glass.”

I handed her the bottle and looked around the small living room. The home was a small two-bedroom ranch, typical of the lower income houses in southern California. It reminded me of the shit-hole Alexandra was in, but so did the majority of the homes in Oceanside.

I sat in the middle of the couch, hoping she’d take a seat beside me. There was a chair shoehorned between the end table and the wall, and a loveseat at the other side. I glanced around the room and decided where she chose to sit would give me an idea of her intentions.

After a moment, she walked in and sat down beside me. She poured a glass of wine and handed it to me.

“Here.”

I smiled and took a quick glance at her tits, trying not to stare. “Thanks.”

She poured another glass, and then set the bottle on the end table. She raised her glass. “Here’s to Lex being home again.”

I lifted my glass in agreement. As she took a drink, I did the same, and almost choked on the syrupy substance.

Wine wasn’t my go-to drink, in fact, I’d never had a glass of it in my life. I’d chosen the bottle of Moscato based on my mother’s recommendation, and although Lucy seemed to love it, I had my doubts as to whether I’d even be able to finish the glass or not.

“Oh, God.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “This is good.”