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That doesn’t stop me from cutting out early to meet my girl though. She should be getting out of class right about now, and if I’m lucky she’ll wait for me so we can ride home together. Luck hasn’t been on my side lately though as she’s been leaving my ass in the dust before I can even reach her. Not that I’m complaining about the view when she does. I could watch Paige ride her bike all day. She’s as assertive on her bike as she is in the bedroom. That’s one thing I’ve always admired about her both on the streets and off—her confidence. She knows who she is, faults and all, and still stands with her head held high and a come-hither smile on her face daring anyone to fuck with her.

Silly me, I did. A lot.

And if I catch her tonight, I’ll be doing it again. And maybe again for her troubles. I’m generous like that.

On the walk to their car, one of her classmates sees me but before I can ask about Paige, they point out the white and gray Honda across the lot. At the exit.

Oh, yeah, she’ll pay for this alright.

My dick starts to swell but I’m not riding home with a fucking chubby so forcing thoughts of Paige naked and at my mercy out of my head, I speed after her, dipping through the lot like I’m in a video game or some shit and come within close enough range for our speakers to work. Quickly reaching up to hit the power button on the device attached to the side of my helmet, I use voice command to select a song and hope Paige turned her Bluetooth speaker on before she left so she can hear the music, too. The second the song drops her spine stiffens as she throws a glance over her shoulder seeing me approach. An updated rendition of a classic, “Pony” is exactly the kind of punishment she has to look forward to when we get home.

I only have a small window from now until the time she leaves for work in a bit but it’s enough. It has to be. I’ll make it be, goddamn it.

Just like the last several weeks, I’ve been making it a point to spend as much time together as our crazy schedules allow. The constant need for her hasn’t lessened like I thought it would once we became exclusive. Instead, it’s changed. Evolved. What started out as a physical craving is now a soul deep fucking ache. An absolute need for her, all of her, all the time. Our opposite shifts make things a little complicated without adding in her new classes she’s taken up gunning for that twat-face Vernon. I hear his hours were reduced thanks to his incompetence but I won’t be happy until the fucker is gone entirely. He continues to mutter stupid shit to Paige even though I’ve done my fair share of unannounced drop-ins. What can I say? They serve good food there.

Regardless, dude needs to go.

Paige’s boss offered to cover the additional schooling for the position, and my girl took it head-on just like I knew she would and has been killing it in her new courses. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for us but that’s why I’m here. To sneak in that little something extra. Paige likes to be pushed, she fights for everything she has, so some competition here and there keeps her spark from going out and it gets me hard like nothing else. So it’s a win-win.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Paige as she leans down and takes off like the hellion she truly is. That’s it, dream. Show me what you got.

Sometimes she wakes up early just so she can stop over for my lunch break before her class and on those days, I eat twice. While Tysen is out of earshot obviously. Can’t go fighting my girl’s family just because I have an insatiable appetite for her.

Fuck it, I still would. She’s that good. Hell, I probably would even if she wasn’t. Her love, even though we haven’t actually said the words yet—which I plan on remedying tonight—is like warm apple pie, and not that perverted shit from that cheesy teen movie Angie made me watch when neither of us could sleep one night. No, it’s like that classic comfort feeling you can’t find anywhere else but know you’ll always connect it back to that sweet fulfilling dessert. Sure, everyone can eat a slice of apple pie but not everybody associates it the same way. Apple pie was the last thing my mom made the day before she took off and I can still remember basking in the warmth it brought. Not only the flavor of the flaky, gooey pie but just walking into the kitchen and smelling the sweet aroma with just the right amount of spicy tang to wake up your senses and the way we sat around the table, looking each other in the eye, believing everything was alright. That day will forever be burned in my brain as one of the best up until that point. The day after, of course, is a different story but that pie will always hold a special place in my heart. And I’ll always think of Paige the same way I associate apple pie—home. Safe.

She said something similar to me once and I finally get it. I understand how a person who has nothing to do with your past can bring up the fondest memories with just a smile.

I told her she was my dream catcher, which she is, but she’s more than that. She keeps the nightmares away while bringing my best dreams to life. She makes the impossible feel possible. Paige taught me how to influence an outcome not by changing the events, or even the players, but by switching the vantage point—like changing lanes. By looking at things from a different angle you can take your future into your own hands and mold it to a more tolerable result.

I’m not saying I’ve forgiven my mom for what she did, but I’ve released the obligation I’d been holding her to. Letting go of some of that blinding resentment changed my outlook on not only the past, but also the present and hopefully the future. A future I couldn’t even see because of the monumental baggage my mom left in her wake. A future I can now fully envision Paige in.

That knowledge has me laying on the gas that much more. Shit, I’m seconds away from pulling her off to the side of the road, I’m so hopped up, but Creekwood comes into view sooner than I thought since I was more focused on Paige’s ass fanned out on her seat.

I stumble through the natural routine of removing my helmet while dismounting my Ninja when the next thing I know my helmet is knocked clear out of my hands, skidding to a halt across the chipped blacktop.

Swinging around, I bark, “what-” but am quickly silenced when Paige smashes her mouth against mine. I release a growl, rounding my hands over her ass, directing her back to where she belongs—level with me. Not below, not above. Equals in everything we do.

She’s just flexing right now, proving she has just as much control over this as I do.

As if I’d have a problem with that.

Thanks to Angie’s heavy-handed influence, I’m basically a feminist now so Paige can steer all she wants. Hopefully to the bedroom first but hey, I’m down for whatever.

“You chose that song on purpose,” she accuses once she breaks for air, teasing my lips with her teeth, driving me absolutely mad.

“You’re damn right I did. You knew I was on my way but you left anyway. The way I see it, you still owe me a full ride. Time to pony up, dream.”

She groans, tilting her head back, trusting I won’t drop her. That I’ll never drop her. I see my opening though and go for the kill before she realizes her mistake, taking her neck between my lips and sucking so hard she’ll have a mark for days. Hell, she’s marked me for life, ruined me for all others, claimed me as hers alone, so the least I could do is return the favor, even if it’s only temporary.

Stealthy as fuck, we make it upstairs and into my room. I like her room well enough, especially since the makeover her brothers and I gave it, but my bed is bigger and we’ll need the extra room. Time may not be on our side tonight but size is never a question where I’m involved. Bigger is better, I don’t care what anybody says.

Paige is naked and writhing against my sheets in record time, just taunting me with her flawless body. I hold back though, standing above her, just wanting to get a good look at her first.

That lasts all of three seconds until a needy moan makes its way up her exposed throat causing me to throw my good, romantic, unhurried intentions right out the goddamn window. Maybe they’ll land next to my forgotten helmet out on the asphalt so I can pick them all up at once in the morning ‘cause nothing’s taking me away from my girl right now.

Dipping my head between her legs—I always need a taste—I lick her slit like a fucking lollipop, swirling my tongue the way I know she likes, then lavish her stomach with sloppy nibbles as I make the climb to her stiff peaks awaiting me with perfectly pebbled nipples.

When Paige’s back arches like a fucking bow, I know she’s ready. Our lips clash in an epic battle to see who wants it more but I’m pretty sure it’s me. With Paige, it’s always gonna be me.