Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #2)

CHAPTER 30

Nellie

I struggled to tighten a bolt and cursed at it. I was tired that next morning, physically worn out and dragging from lack of sleep and rough sex. Not that I could ever tell Steve why I wasn’t up to par.

He didn’t seem to need my excuses anyway. “What did that bolt ever do to you?”

I watched warily as he picked up the air hose and the drill. “That thing tries to rattle my brain out of my head when I use it.”

He hooked up the drill and inched me out of his way. The machine made light work of the task and then Steve grinned at me. “Your brain isn’t going anywhere. You might give yourself hemorrhoids if you keep struggling without the drill, though.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Will not.”

“Everything good?” He eyed me curiously. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right? If you disappear on me again, I’ll hunt you down this time.”

I sagged against the car I’d been working on. “Everything’s good, Steve. Oddly good. I just didn’t sleep much last night.”

He wagged his brows. “Word around town is that you’ve got yourself quite the catch.”

“I don’t have a catch. I’m not fishing.” There was a knock on the metal shop door and I looked up to see Henry standing there, a knowing smirk on his face. “Henry.”

He laughed easily and strode inside, going straight to Steve to shake his hand. “Steve. Morning. I just came to see if the fisherwoman here needed caffeine.”

I had to stop myself from lunging when he brought the drink out from behind his back. My mouth watered and I nodded hurriedly. “Yes, please.”

Steve cackled. “Better give the woman her drink before she gets violent. So, Henry, are you the reason our girl is tired this morning?”

My face burned but Henry just grinned. “Nope. Think that would be Seth’s responsibility.”

“Oh, my god.” I muttered. “This town is nuts.”

“The town? Honey, this is all you.” Steve ruffled the top of my head and grinned. “I have to run to that junkyard outside of town. I can’t find a replacement part in stock anywhere for the Dodge. I’m hoping one of the junked cars has one. You okay being all alone here for about an hour?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

He raised his eyebrows at Henry. “Stay out of my office.”

I gasped. “Steve!”

He just grinned. “And close the shop doors if you need some time alone, Nellie. Last thing I need is to start hearing stories about the things going on in my shop.”

I covered my face with my hands. “This is mortifying.”

Henry grunted. “I think clear and concise instructions make messes less likely.”

“In that case—”

“No!” I covered Steve’s mouth and shook my head. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Go find your part. I’ll be here, working .”

“Sure. Just remember what I said. Stay out of my office.” The older man winked at Henry and then left while whistling like he was having the best day ever.

I shook my head and turned to Henry. “Everyone in this town is nuts.”

“They all seem to be happy about you getting laid. Have you noticed that?” He took slow, intentional steps towards me. “If I didn’t know they weren’t all creeps, I’d be freaked out on your behalf.”

“You’re not actually thinking about…” I squeaked when he grabbed me and tugged me into his arms. “Henry! Steve just practically suggested we have sex in here. I can’t have sex in here now.”

He put the drink down and walked me backwards. “I’m not sure I follow your reasoning.”

“It’s weird! Right? He’s like a parent to me.”

Henry kissed my throat. “He clearly just cares about your happiness and he knows I can make you happy. Smart man.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Henry, you idiot.”

His kisses moved higher until he was at my mouth. He hesitated just over my lips. “I just need a taste.”

Heat flowed through me. “Just a taste?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just a little taste.”

I licked my lips and nodded. “Okay.”

He surprised me by walking us into the bathroom and shutting the door. I hadn’t even realized he’d managed to move us across the shop. He locked the door and went to his knees in front of me. His hands quickly undid my pants and then tugged them down before I could utter a single sound.

Finally, my brain kicked into gear. “What are you doing?”

He trailed his hands up my legs. “You said I could have a little taste.”

I shuddered as his meaning hit me. My center flooded even more than it already had. “Henry.”

His smile was dark. “One taste. Then I’ll go.”

I knew that wasn’t what would happen. Still, I nodded. The idea of walking away from his mouth was absurd. And I wanted him. They’d awoken a beast in me starved for their touch. I stepped out of my pants and gasped when he gripped my hips and spun me around so I was facing the mirror above the sink.

“Grip the sink and push your ass out, baby.” Henry was right there, his breath warm across my ass. When I was where he wanted me, he growled and buried his face between my thighs.

He ate me out from behind and the sounds he made were filthy. He growled and moaned, lapped at me, and muttered low curses about how much he loved my pussy. He didn’t try to keep me quiet. If anything, he fought to hear more of my cries as he pushed me into my first orgasm with just his mouth.

I heard the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor and lifted my head to meet his gaze in the mirror. I arched my back in a silent encouragement for him to keep going. My body felt too good to let him stop already. I licked my lips and moaned as he pushed his cock through my wetness and dragged it down to my clit to tease me. “Please, Henry.”

He smirked at me while stroking my clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

I gasped when he shifted higher to tease my ass with his cock head. “God, Henry! Fuck me, please!”

He didn’t give me what I wanted when he did line our bodies up. He inched into me, driving me insane as he fucked me gently with just the first few inches of his shaft. He knew I needed more, wanted more, but he just watched me in the mirror as he tortured me.

I had a white-knuckle grip on the sink and I used it to rock myself backwards so I could take more of his length. Instead of getting what I wanted, though, he moved back with me and then shook his head. “You’ll take what I give you, sweet girl.”

He teased me until I wanted to scream at him but just when I felt myself fraying, he flashed me a wicked grin and gave me what I wanted. His first thrust knocked my thighs into the sink and tipped me forward. When he thrust into me again, it was with his hand on the back of my neck, holding me tight. His hips were a blur as he took me. I could see the teasing had affected him, too, by the way the vein in his forehead stood out and how his breathing was just as fast as mine.

“I need more. I need it to last. I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Nellie.” He grunted when I came again, my walls pulsing around him. “Dammit, woman.”

He was holding himself so still as I took what I needed, rocking myself on his cock until my orgasm crested and then eased. I could see his strain in his eyes and I wanted to make him break.

I spun around and dropped to my knees in front of him, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could in one stroke. I could taste myself on him and it added to my desire. I loved knowing he’d just been inside me, fucking me. I sucked him hard and fast, not wanting to give him a chance to regain his composure. We didn’t have a lot of time and I needed his come.

“Goddammit, Nell.” He gripped my hair tight and rocked his hips forward. “You want me to fuck your mouth? You want to swallow my come? Fine.”

I held onto the back of his thighs as he let go and took my mouth roughly. I spread my legs and slipped my hand between them to circle my clit. I wanted to come with him so I stroked fast, hard circles over my clit until my muffled moans joined Henry’s deep groans of pleasure.

He watched me, his eyes dark. “I’m close. Come for me, Nell. Let me see those pretty eyes roll.”

Coming for the third time, I couldn’t cry out because he’d thrust to the very back of my throat and was coming, spraying my throat with his come as he shouted my name. I swallowed him down, eager to show him just how hungry I was for him.

“Fuck, Nellie. Shit…” After catching his breath Henry grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to my feet. He put me on the sink and bent down to lap at my sex until I was coming again.

It was too much, I decided after the last orgasm. I was coming too much and though I’d never heard of anyone dying from that, I was starting to worry I’d never recover from their dicks.

“Come here.” Henry pulled me to his chest and held me there by the back of my head. “You’re a fucking drug, Nell. I was supposed to be getting coffee for the guys and instead I got you something and came straight here. I don’t even know if it was a conscious decision. I’m pretty sure my dick just pointed this way and my brain followed.”

I let out a tired laugh. “You’re going to have to be sober for a while because I’m done. I’m wiped. I don’t think I’m built to have this much sex.”

“Oh, you definitely were.” He pulled back enough to kiss me. “But I’ll keep my hands to myself for a while.”

I knew I was in trouble because I didn’t like that thought at all. I only realized I was pouting when Henry’s smooth laugh filled the bathroom. I grunted. “Shut up.”

He kissed me again, longer and deeper. When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were bright and he looked happy. “Do you need anything before I head back to the station?”

His smile was contagious. I found myself smiling back at him without even meaning to. “Like what? A new body that was appropriately rested last night? Or a vagina that doesn’t ache just a bit with each step?”

He tipped his head back and then scowled down at his pants. “Seriously, asshole?”

I watched him fix his pants and try to hide his erection and laughed. “I’m glad you came to see me.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me with a serious expression on his face. “Me too. I’m glad for a lot of things these days.”