Chapter 12

Sage

Mom was already in bed by the time Glock dropped me back to the house. It was like every time we had sex or kissed, he seemed to push himself even farther from me.

The whole ride back to the house, Glock hadn’t said a word to me. When I got off the bike and waited for him to say something, he smiled at me weakly and looked up at the house. That smile was empty, it was too polite and formal. It was like he fucked me because he couldn’t control himself, but after he was done, he had changed his mind again. I could easily see his walls thrown up again, and I couldn’t help but feel sad.

I wanted to spend the rest of the night with him. I wished that he had taken me back to his place so that we could have at least one real night together.

Instead, I had to turn from him and walk back to my house.

It had finally happened. We did it. These ten years of sexual tension had ended, and Glock and I had finally had sex. I could still feel a rush in my belly from my orgasm. Nothing had felt like that before. My orgasm with him inside me, while he was coming too, was better than just feeling good. It was something else, it was what was always meant to happen but never had.

As I walked up the steps to my old bedroom, I could still feel the sting of his slap on my ass, his cock plowing into me. I tried to stifle the smile on my lips, but I couldn’t. Sleeping with Glock wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. I’d been with him three times over the course of one day. We’d just not been able to keep our hands off each other.

I closed the door behind me and sat down on my bouncy old bed. My laptop was open, and sheets of paper and drafts of my CV were spread around the bed. I sank into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling in my dark bedroom.

How many nights in my teenage years, had I laid just in this exact spot and wondered what kind of a kisser Glock was? If he’d fumble if he saw me naked or make love to me like a man. I knew the answer to that question now. No man before Glock had been so good with my body the way he was. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was still in love with him.

The realization struck me at the same time as the thought that he had made it very clear to me that he wanted me gone from his life. He wanted me out of Long Beach.

I knew that it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t want me to be in danger, but I couldn’t help wondering if it also had something to do with him not wanting me in his life anymore.

What did I really know about Glock? If he was pushing me away, he obviously had good reason to. We had finally gotten everything out of our systems. All this pent up bodily fire and was he thinking that now he could finally move on? I didn’t know if I was capable of moving on.

I gulped as I looked over at the blank dark screen on my laptop. I’d been working on my CV and job applications when Glock had come over to the house that morning. I’d heard his voice, and I pretended like I didn’t know who was at the door. I had heard him speaking to mom, and my heart had thudded wildly against my chest. As much as I tried to stay away, I couldn’t. He hadn’t even asked to see me.

I had jobs to apply to. I could still hear Axel’s voice in my head, warning me that if I got involved with them once, I was going to have to work with them forever. How was I going to pull that off while working at a fancy law firm in San Francisco or Los Angeles or San Diego?

I considered working on the case from far away. Perhaps if I could collect the testimony from the girls and then take it all back to San Francisco and work on filling it from there? Would the Bad Disciples or the Dragon Knights have a reach there? Wouldn’t I be safer if I worked on this case from somewhere else?

But even the thought of leaving Long Beach now was making me sick. I sat up on my bed with a jerk and reached for the glass of water on my bedside table.

My hands were shaking as I drank the water. Waves of desire for Glock were taking over my body, and they came out of nowhere. Every time I thought that I could stop thinking about him now, there he was again. His green eyes, his bulging biceps, the scent of his cologne, his throbbing cock in my hands. It was all too real, and it was all too soon!

I jumped out of bed and started pacing my room. My mind started to drift from Glock to the girls in the warehouse. Glock was right. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I was determined to do something about it. I meant it when I told him that I felt responsible for my neighborhood.

I was a stupid teenager when I left home, thinking I would be safer in Northern California. But now I was an adult, and I had the means and the requisite skills to actually make a contribution. I wanted to work with The Bad Disciples to bring the Dragon Knights down, no matter what it took. Even if it meant extending my stay here and holding back on my job applications for later. Even if it meant making Glock hate me.