Dirty Weekends (The Weekends Duet, #2 - MC Romance)

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14. Dangerous Distraction


Vanessa’s eyes widened as shock took over her expression. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something before the words were caught in her throat. I was shocked too. I didn’t intend to let her know how I felt but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. The shower drowned the silence, spraying all over us. Her kinky curls were heavy around her shoulders and her lashes were sticky and long surrounding her Bambi eyes.

“Say something,” I whispered, holding her face between my hands and wiped the droplets of water dotting her cheeks “Anything…”

Still, she didn’t say anything but watched me with some sort of curiosity I couldn’t decipher, like she’d just discovered something that intrigued her. What if she didn’t love me? My chest tightened as a wave of anxiety took over. I never told a girl that I loved her. Not even Leilani’s mother. Vanessa took so long with her response I convinced myself she didn’t feel the same. Things were different between us. Everything that happened last year was up in the air but that never changed my feelings about her.

I was ready to pull away when her hands touched my cheeks. Suddenly, Vanessa stood on her toes, pushing her head down so our lips would touch. I didn’t waste any time; I claimed her mouth completely. By the time we pulled away, I didn’t know how much time had passed and I didn’t want to.

Straightening my posture, I opened my eyes and was greeted with her infectious smile. I mirrored her expression. That’s a good thing, right?

“I love you, too,” she said, smiling. “I don‘t know why I’m realising this until know.”

“I’ve known for a long time,” I said and frowned. “Right after you left, actually…”

Vanessa was ready to respond but something else must’ve caught her attention. Frowning, she looked down between us. I followed her gaze, seeing nothing on the ground and glanced at her with a questioning look.

“Shit,” she whispered, panic shaking her voice as she reached between her legs. It wasn’t until she place her fingers between us that I realised what the problem was.

I didn’t wear a condom; that was evident when I followed the trail of my semen down her inner thigh. I was fascinated and turned on. Well, it explained why being inside her pussy felt so good. Too good that I didn’t want to use protection for the next time.

“I’m clean,” I said in a rush, easing any of her worries of potential STI’s.

“So am I,” she said and shook her head. “But an STI is not what I’m worried about.”

Understanding what she meant, I took a deep breath. “You’re not on the pill?”

“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “But I can head to the store for plan ‘B’.”

Tilting my head back, I peered down at her with a raised brow. “You don’t want a baby?”

“At nineteen? Don!” She exclaimed, watching me as if I’d just asked what two plus two was. “I’ve got college too. No, we need to get plan ‘B’ now.”

Smirking, I raised my hands in mock surrender. I was only joking at first but having a baby didn’t seem too bad for me. But Vanessa was right; having a baby right now wasn’t a good idea. Not only because of the rocky situation we were in but I didn’t want Vanessa to be tied to a baby. She had her whole twenties a head of her and I wanted to be a part of every single moment of it. Plus, the next women I impregnate would be my wife, my old lady. I intend for it to be her.

“Alright, we’ll go,” I said, placating her with my answer. She rinsed her body, making sure to wash away my semen, and reached around me to switch off the shower. I stepped out of the shower to grab the towels. I made sure to dry her off before tying it around her body. Vanessa returned the favour and kissed my chin in the end.

She rushed into the bedroom while I stayed behind to grab a comb. Soon, I followed and found Vanessa watching her reflection with dread. When she caught my eyes in the mirror, I raised my brows, silently asking what was wrong and she shook her head with an almost defeated sigh.

“Crap,” she winced, returning her gaze to her hair. Even though it was wet, it didn’t so with the way it started to puff around her. Ma’s hair did the same thing whenever she came out of the shower from her ‘wash day’ as she liked to call it. With another sigh, Vanessa muttered. “This is going to be a bitch to handle.”

Smirking, I searched around my room for some lotion. “I like your hair. You can use my comb if you want.”

“Sweet summer child,” she said, glancing at me over her shoulder with a sympathetic look. “Your comb would not survive this.”

Catching my eyes in the mirror, she smiled and proceeded to do her hair.

“Goliath says you’ve been drinking,” she said, not meeting my eyes in the mirror and she continued to section her hair into twists. “He said you were drinking because of me.”

I didn’t miss the guilt in her tone. Folding my arms, I leaned against the bedside table. “What else did he say?”

“You’ve been skipping Church, you’re avoiding everyone and you’ve barely been in Miami,” she answered and turned around. “What’s going on, Don?”

“For one thing, none of those things are because of you,” I said, pushing away from the bedside table and approached her. “It’s something else.”

She watched me with curious eyes. “What are they?”

Tightening my lips, I shook my head. “Marcus’ death really affected me.”

That was partially the truth. Plus, I found out that Muerte was my biological father. How could I say that without ruining the mood between us? Sighing, I pulled her close, burying my nose into her damp hair and breathing deeply. Her hair smelled nice, almost fruity and very soft.

“You’re not the only one,” she said. “Sometimes, I ask myself what I could have done differently. Maybe if I’d just talked to him at home rather than outside. Maybe he’d be alive.”

Vanessa looked away and stared at her hands. She took in a deep shaky breath and I felt the emotions threatening to break the mental dam she held up. I understood how she felt. Too many times I thought about riding out of state and never returning.

“There was nothing you could’ve done. It wasn’t no freak accident. They would’ve broken in to kill you and Marcus either way.”

Gently, she pushed away from me and inhaled deeply. Her eyes were glassy but it seemed like she didn’t want to give in to her tears.

“Let me finish my hair,” she said, returning to the mirror. “Then we need to get that fucking plan ‘B’.”

While getting dressed, my phone rang. When I picked it up, I realised it was an alarm. Usually, I’d call Tennessee to come over and look at Vanessa but I didn’t want to be away from her. Not yet at least. Not unless it was completely necessary.

“Why do you have the alarm on at this time of day?”

“I’ve got to get to work in thirty minutes,” I responded, leaning forward to tie one shoelace and then the other. “I’m gonna drop you home before one of the guys come around to look after you.”

I glanced up just in time to see Vanessa spinning around, biting her bottom lip. “I want to come with you.”

“It ain’t gonna be fun. For one thing, we can’t fuck like the way we do here.”

Vanessa tilted her head to the side. “Don’t you have an office?”

“Baby, you’re a dangerous distraction,” I said honestly.

“I need to go to my place for some new clothes,”

Remembering what happened to her last one, together, we both looked at her dress soaked on the shower floor. I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

“Who taught you how to do these things?” Vanessa asked in awe while she watching McKenna work on a car.

It’d been nearly two hours since we’d arrived at my shop. Like I told Vanessa, I spent most of my time catching up on paper work, gaining new customers, fixing a couple of cars myself and made plans for reparations for older models. It’s been something I’d talked about to Crey and Goliath for some time. Business was doing okay but I wanted to take things further.

Right now, I was sitting on a chair, scanning through some papers whilst Vanessa stood next to McKenna. Every now and then, I would glance up and keep my eyes on her while I was thinking. It was like by watching her, I was able to think.

Her eyes were bright with curiosity, her genuine interest targeted at one of my workers. Taking one quick glance at the engine, McKenna straightened her spine, wiping her hands with a cloth before placing her full attention on Vanessa.

“I was fifteen the first time I worked at the garage. I knew a guy who taught me everything,” McKenna answered with a sad smile. “So did my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend? Where are they now?”

“They’re dead,”


An awkward silence settled between them. I glanced up, seeing McKenna's sad eyes and decided to change the topic.

“Bambi,” I said in a sing song warning voice and tried to break the discomfort between them. “Leave my employees alone and let them get back to work.”

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s nice having another girl around here,” McKenna said, winking at Vanessa and returned to work. Vanessa looked my way, one hip cocked to the side with her hand resting right below her eyes. I raised a brow, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.

“Will you stop ignoring me?”

“Dangerous distraction,” I whispered and her eyes flared with heat.

“Why does he call you Bambi?” McKenna whispered even though I could hear her clearly. I pretended to ignore them and continue with my work. Well, I tried until Vanessa answered.

“Don’t you know? He’s the big bad wolf and I’m a helpless little maiden—”

“Alright, time for you to go,” I said, dropping the papers to the ground and standing from the chair. Stalking towards Vanessa, I leaned down and tossed her over my shoulder. She shrieked so loudly that it caught the attention of those around us. Ignoring them all, I spun on my heels and headed for my office. Laughter and whistles reverberated throughout the garage.

“Don, put me down!” Vanessa yelled, her fists drumming against my back. I didn't listen to her request, not until my office door slammed shut and I tended to my dangerous distraction

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