Shameless by Jenny Legend Page B

known that such a thing was possible. The way his gaze lingered on her tits made her nipples tingle, and as they hardened, she saw his eyes crinkle at the corners. She knew he was grinning, even if his teeth were hidden on the other side of the steel door.
    “That’s the one,” Officer Maddock answered. “They’re just a buncha troubled teens, mostly. Or at least they were, until Jesse came around.”
    “Why?” Layla asked. “What’s he in for?”
    “This time? He got into a fight at the Bottle Cap Saloon. Almost broke the guy clean in half.” He shook his head and his chins jiggled. “We think it was a club rivalry.”
    Layla chewed on the skin of her lower lip as she looked deep into Jesse’s eyes. “So he’s dangerous?”
    “Oh yeah,” Officer Maddock chuckled. “This ain’t his first rodeo.” Then he leaned close over Layla’s shoulder and whispered: “And if he can do that, think of what he could do to you.”
    Oh, I am, Layla thought, though she folded her arms over her stiffening nipples to hide them from Jesse’s view. She’d never say it out loud, but Maddock’s warning gave her pause. If Jesse King would tear a man apart in a crowded room, what would he do to her if she was left alone with him?
    As her excitement waned, she tore her eyes away from Jesse’s hypnotic gaze and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
    “All right,” she said to Officer Maddock. “I think I’m ready to go home.”
     
    Over the next few weeks, Layla simply couldn’t get Jesse off her mind.
    She dreamed about him often. It seemed like almost every morning she’d wake up wet, her pussy throbbing to the fading image of him buried to the hilt inside of her. She’d slip her fingers beneath the band of her panties and spread her lips, rubbing the delicate nub between them until her thighs spasmed. It was always his name that she’d moan into her pillow.
    Her parents thought their shock and awe campaign had gone well, and Layla wasn’t interested in correcting them. In fact, it was one hell of an alibi. As long as she kept pretending to have been scared straight, she could maintain the freedom she so desperately coveted. And Layla was a damn good actress.
    She’d managed to earn her car privileges back already, and now, standing out in the driveway with a sponge in hand, she smirked at her reflection in its shiny red body. She could once again go anywhere and do anything she wanted. God bless her gullible parents.
    She lifted the garden hose and let the cool water flow onto her chest, sighing in relief as it cascaded into the fleshy valley between her bikini-cradled breasts. It was scorching hot outside and so arid that it almost hurt to breathe. She couldn’t wait for the summer to be over.
    But that meant big decisions that Layla wasn’t ready to face yet—like college. She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
    As she cleansed the salty trails from her sun-kissed skin, she heard a sound rumbling over the rushing water. She frowned and shielded her eyes with her hand, squinting past the glare of the sun reflecting off the bike headed down the street toward her.
    It was a powerful-looking beast, all chrome with hints of well-worn red and black leather on the seat. That was strange. People on this side of town didn’t usually ride motorcycles around.
    What was even more strange was that she realized that she recognized the person who was straddling it.
    It was Jesse King.
    Layla crossed her arms as she watched him approach, hoping to hide her tits from his view as he pulled his bike up into her parents’ driveway.
    “What’re you doing here?” she asked him.
    Jesse took off his helmet, ruffled his dark, chestnut hair, and then grinned at her from beneath the shadows cast by his shades.
    “Just got outta juvie a few days ago,” he said. His voice was gentler than she’d imagined it would be, but still rougher than the guys she was used to. There was a little lilt to his tone, a boyish