***Orianna***

 

When I went to the police station, they made me look at mugshots. The guy that died in my living room wasn’t one of them, but I did point out the tattoo of the monkey I saw on his arm. I could hardly tell them that the guy who assaulted me first, before the others came up next to him, wasn’t walking the earth anymore, right?

The monkey tattoo was also in the police report and the reason they called me in was because it got flagged for a connecting case. They arrested a different member of the gang, the Cape Town crew, when he assaulted a shop owner. Little did he know the two customers behind him were cops.

The lead detective was the same one who has my case and that’s why he contacted me. Casey, Pokey’s FBI contact, looked into it and told Pokey that there might be a snitch who gave the info to the gang. That’s a perfect explanation for that Cape Town crew member to show up at my door trying to find out if I remembered him or not. It didn’t work out quite like he thought it would, like many things in life.

It’s been a few weeks since Pokey came to live with Austin and me. With everything that happened, my whole life feels like one roller-coaster of problems to deal with. Although the one I’m dealing with right now might seem minor…it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way. I feel like I could scream. Uh huh. Real loud and stomp my feet to go with it. I’m in my own living room right now so I could totally do it.

It might feel like anger, but in fact it’s frustration, built up hot, sexual frustration. Why? You go try to live in a house for over a month with a rough, muscled, inked up, ridiculously sexy man …who doesn’t even touch you or say anything sexually. The only emotion he’s showing is the dark desire swirling in his eyes.

It’s crazy. Insane actually. He clears his throat a lot, or hightails out of the room. My face, on the other hand, flushes a million freaking times a day…like I said, I could scream. But I won’t. Nope. I’m bringing in the big guns.

“I need advice,” I snap and all eyes turn to me.

Blue, Nerd, Ridley and Everleigh are in my living room. Pokey took Austin with him to the store and Dams and Tyler are sitting on the porch, enjoying the sun.

“What about, honey?” Everleigh pushes away from the table she was leaning against.

“I’m bursting out of my skin. He’s everywhere and nooooooo touching. I mean we haven’t even kissed. He calls me his ol’lady, but really…I feel like I’m just the baby momma without any action.”

Everleigh releases a frustrated growl. “Ah, I’m no help here, because minus the baby momma part…that’s me. I don’t have the kid, just the title and no action. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t looking to change that anytime soon, the baby thing I mean, don’t want any...” She holds up her hands. “No offense, I’m so not ready for that stuff. Although I’m with you on the ‘I need sex so fucking bad, my clit will have a meltdown if it can’t release pressure any time soon’ statement.”

“That bad, huh?” Blue smirks.

Everleigh pins her with a stare. “Don’t. Seriously don’t, or I’ll tell the big boss all about the double action you’ve got going on. And then you won’t get any action.”

Blue gasps. “You wouldn’t.”

Everleigh stomps her foot. “Ugh, you’re right. Dammit. Why can’t I live up to my mean bitch status?”

“Because…” Nerd turns around on the couch, facing us fully, “your bitch suit has tears and you need a change of clothes. Get a new set of big girl panties, because you’re showing ass crack and…”

Ridley sighs. “Not making sense, Nerd. Not. Making. Sense. Besides, we need to focus on one ol’lady at a time. Seeing Everleigh here isn’t ready yet, we’re going to focus on Orianna.” Ridley pins me with a stare. “So, you want to seduce you’re ol’man. You sure you’re ready for his elephant trunk?”

My eyes widen. Elephant trunk? I know it felt insanely huge and hurt like hell but…

Nerd tilts her head. “What’s with that look? You guys have a kid, that means…oh, you never got to see it? Damn…well, neither did we but the rumors are, his is huge with a capital H. and a U G E.”

“Nerd, you really are a…nerd.” Blue shakes her head. “This is good. Hang on, I need to call Lynn, well…she goes by Lips, now that she’s Deeds’ ol’lady.”

She fumbles with her phone as we all wait. When Lynn picks up, Blue flips the call to speaker. Blue brings Lynn up to speed about the task at hand, me getting action from my ol’man.

Lynn fires off. “Right. So, how are your tits, chick? Leaking milk? Because even though guys like those, they are now connected with the baby so we need to work with your mouth, ass, pussy, and legs. What does she normally wear, Blue?”

I groan as I take a seat. I swear I didn’t see this coming. I thought they would give me some pointers on how to start, flirt, or initiate the sex thing, so he could you know…take over. But it takes an hour for them to talk things through, yes, them…it seems I didn’t have a say in things, all I have now are all these assignments they’ve decided on.

The first one is where Everleigh is dragging me off to get waxed. Like she’s taking me right now. Yeah, I mentioned I didn’t see it coming, right? This is going to hurt more than getting that trunk back inside me, that’s for sure.

My phone is ringing and I know who it is, Pokey. But I really don’t want to answer. Mainly because I’m trying like hell not to scream when they’re ripping off those… “Holy hell woman, leave my skin on my bones, dammit.”

The evil girl from hell wears a huge grin and that’s just twisted. Ugh, or maybe you need to be a bit twisted to torture women like this for a living. The phone stops and starts ringing again.

“You wanna get that first?” the girl from hell asks.

“Yes.” I swallow. Anything to get a moment to breathe in between getting the hairs ripped from my body.

I mean, she’s lucky she started with my pussy and we’re already on to my legs, because there’s no way I’ll be doing this. Ever. Again.

“Yes?” I breathe into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” Pokey growls.

He’s pissed alright. “I’m with Everleigh, I’ll be home within the hour, so…”

“You fucking know you’re not allowed to leave the house,” he seethes.

“Not allowed? Oh, you mean because I don’t have a key to my own place, I need to keep my ass inside while you can go parade around town and do what you feel like?” I snap.

And dammit, why on earth am I letting a girl from hell rip out my hairs for a guy that still doesn’t seem to…

“It’s not like that and you know it. Dammit, Spiky. You know there’s a risk that a member of that gang can come at you. I don’t want you leaving the house unprotected.” His voice sounds tight and laced with worry.

Well, shit. “Sorry. Didn’t think about that stuff, I needed…”

I swallow the rest of my words because really…do I want him to know I needed my legs all soft and bare because I’m in serious need of some action from his trunk? All because I really want us to be fully into this relationship.

“What did you need, Spiky? Tell me, what was so important you had to risk your life for it?” he grumbles.

Well, if you put it like that…Hell no. “I’ll be home within the hour, I need to go.”

I need more time to figure out my excuse. Actually. Maybe I don’t need to, because when my next assignment is up, hopefully Pokey will be all over me. What’s the next assignment? When Austin is asleep, I need to slide into that sexy lace blue chemise we bought earlier. I mean, the thing has crystals on my breasts. For real, it’s amazing. Soft and comfy fabric with lots of stretch. Oh, and let’s not forget the lace thong that goes with it.

Then I have to parade around in it. Well, accidentally run into him, whatever. I haven’t figured that part out yet. The girls made it clear I had to make the first step. Get him to kiss me. The rest would follow once he felt those…son of a bitch, the girl from hell who will burn a hundred times starts ripping off my hairs again.

“There, all done,” the girl from hell states.

I barely manage a thank you and dash off to get dressed. Oh God. I hope it was all worth it.

Everleigh is waiting for me when I walk into the lobby. “All soft and smooth?”

“Affirmative,” I manage with a tight smile.

We stroll to her car. She’s got this amazing black, 1958 Porsche 365 speedster convertible. She named it William. Well, if she’s being nice, otherwise it’s Willy. Anyway, Everleigh is kinda weird but the car is way cool. When she parks in my driveway, I can see Pokey standing on the porch, arms across his chest.

Shit. “I haven’t thought up an excuse yet, dammit,” I mutter.

Everleigh looks from Pokey and back to me. “He called? Found out you were missing?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“You’re allowed to do girl stuff, you know? Get something you need, go shopping, whatever.” She waves it off as we both walk toward the house. She glances at Pokey again. “Yeah, well…I don’t have to be around for this. Remember, Orianna…shoulders back, chin and tits up, hips swaying, throw in the works. You can do this.”

Everleigh pulls me in a tight hug before she dashes into her car, backs up and hightails out. Glancing back at Pokey, the words Everleigh left me with bounce around in my head. I can do this…

“Get your tight ass in the house and on the couch,” he growls, his eyes are a clear sign of fury.

With every step closer to him, the doubt intensifies. Can I do this?