Not everybody likes me being a slut. Not Jack Thorne. He’s been nothing but a thorn in my side since I was about fifteen. I thought he was a real cool guy when I first met him. That was when I was only twelve. He was twenty-one then, drove the finest Harley in the county, and I know he’d smoothed talked the pants off a dozen sluts in town. But me? By the time I reached fifteen, he had this thing about me. Like, I couldn’t fool around with older guys. He acted like he was some kind of guardian looking out for my virginity. Twice he kept me from getting screwed, finding a way to show up just when things were getting going.
“You’re too young for those guys, Bree,” Jack told me as he dropped me at my house that first time he “rescued me”.
“I don’t think so,” I argued.
He reached out with h
