Chapter 9 #2
“I could, but I’m not going to.” It was the reason I hadn’t made that call when Dad was in jail. “Dad approaches the Warriors. No one else.”
Emmett and Leo nodded without another word.
“Let’s get to work.”
Maybe another afternoon working on cars would help me figure out what the hell was happening. Because at the moment, I sure as fuck didn’t have a clue.
“So much for your truce.” Bryce spun away, marching out of the garage. “I knew this was a mistake.”
“Wait.” I chased, grabbing her elbow. “Just wait.”
“Why?” She yanked her arm free. “This is quid pro quo. I give you something. You give me something. If Draven isn’t here to tell me his side of the story, then me being here is pointless. I’m leav—”
“My dad did not kill Amina Daylee.”
She faced me again, planting her hands on her hips. “How do you—”
“I just know.” I locked my eyes on hers. “He didn’t kill her. But someone did and if you believe in truth and justice the way I suspect you do, you want to find the real killer.”
“The cops—”
“—have a man pegged dead to rights. They aren’t going to dig any deeper than the surface.”
She huffed. “How can I trust—”
“You can—”
“Stop interrupting me.”
I clamped my mouth shut.
Her face was red and her chest heaving. “How can I trust you?”
Trust? “You can’t.”
Bryce let out a dry laugh. “Then what are we doing?”
I took a step closer. The pull to be near her was irresistible. I wanted her to believe me, at least once. “Don’t trust me. And I won’t trust you. Maybe we can just not stand in each other’s way and both get our answers.”
“Seems complicated.”
My hand drifted to her cheek, framing her face. “It is.”
“Dash,” she warned, putting her hand between us. It rested on my chest, firm, but she didn’t shove me away.
I inched closer. The pressure on her hand gave way. “Can’t stop thinking about your lips.”
Bryce’s eyes fell to my mouth.
My hand came up between us, covering her own and trapping it to my heart. I expected her to try and yank it away, but then it fisted in my T-shirt as she dragged my mouth to hers.
My tongue delved into her mouth, taking the time to explore the corners I’d missed on our last two kisses. With my free arm, I pinned her to me, my arm tight across her shoulders. I angled my head to get deeper and steal her breath.
She trembled, her knees wobbling, but she clung to me as fiercely. The kiss was hot and wet. Blood rushed to my cock, making it swell against her hip.
“More,” she moaned into my mouth.
I growled, letting go of her hand to grab her ass, hauling her up and around my hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms looped around my neck. Walking us to the closest surface, I set her down on the hood of the Mustang I’d worked on all day.
The owner was an arrogant asshole from Hollywood and I wanted nothing more than to fuck Bryce on the hood of his car.
That was definitely where we were heading.
Bryce’s thighs squeezed tight around me as I laid her on the glossy hood.
The metal buckled slightly as I settled my weight onto her, pressing my chest against her breasts.
Our mouths broke apart, hers to gasp for air while I sucked and licked my way down her neck.
“Tell me now if you want to stop,” I panted against her collarbone.
She shook her head, her hands diving into my hair. “Don’t stop.”
I yanked hard at the V-neck of her shirt, dragging it down over a breast. Then I did the same to the cup of her bra, so I could latch my mouth over a supple nipple.
Bryce’s back arched off the car, thrusting her breast even farther into my mouth. Her fingernails dug into my scalp.
My hands tore at the other side of her shirt, seams splitting as I freed her other nipple. “Last chance.”
I flattened my tongue, dragging it over the hardened bud.
She hissed. “Stop.”
The lust roaring through my veins turned to ice, and I froze. Shit. I hadn’t expected that. I took my mouth from her skin, backing away a few inches.
Bryce sat up on the car, once again fisting my shirt as she pulled me close. Nose to nose, she whispered, “Stop warning me away. Haven’t you figured it out? That just makes me want it even more.”
Thank fuck. “Then hold on.”
Slamming my mouth back onto hers, we kissed through a frenzy of fumbling fingers and flying clothes.
Bryce yelped when I jerked her off the car’s hood and onto her feet.
I’d already tugged off her T-shirt and she’d done the same for mine.
The bra was next. But as I reached for the clasp, a breeze drifted into the garage, bringing us both back to reality.
One of the bay doors was still open. It was only eight and the glow of the sunset still illuminated the parking lot.
This time of year, it didn’t get completely dark in Montana until well after nine.
Not that it mattered. The shop’s lights were blazing.
Anyone driving by would see us going at it on the Mustang.
With a fast swoop, I picked Bryce up, one arm under her ass to support her as my other one dove into that soft dark hair, her legs wrapping around me again. I used my grip to tilt her head, then fused my mouth with hers, kissing her senseless as I walked us to the other wall.
The pressure in my cock made walking uncomfortable, especially when she ground her center closer. I finally reached the control panel and punched the red button to shut the door. The outside light faded, leaving only us and the florescent bars beaming overhead.
Bryce reached between us, her hand sliding down the bare skin of my stomach until it reached the waistband of my jeans. With a flick of her fingers, the button came undone. The zipper followed. Then she dove inside my boxers, fisting my shaft as I groaned down her throat.
“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, searching for a place to put her. My eyes landed on a tool bench. Two long strides and I set her down, shoving and pushing away the tools I hadn’t put away.
Bryce’s frantic movements matched my own as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. “Hurry.”
“Condom.” I dug into my back pocket for my wallet and fished out a condom.
Shifting her weight on the bench, Bryce struggled to get out of her jeans. They were too tight, goddamn it. I’d appreciated that when she’d walked into the garage earlier. But now?
“Christ.” I picked her up by the armpits, her breasts bouncing as I set her down. Then I dropped to my knees, pulling the black denim and panties off her toned legs so fast that she had to steady herself on my shoulders. The sandals on her feet clattered to the floor.
I couldn’t resist. Her bare pussy was right there and I leaned in, dragging my tongue through her folds.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, nearly collapsing on me.
I grinned and stood. I’d have my mouth on her again. Soon. But right now, I wanted to bury myself inside her.
My boots and jeans were gone in a flash, the condom rolled onto my pulsing cock. Then I had Bryce up in my arms. This time, I spun us for the wall, her spine colliding with the cool concrete at the same time I lined up with her center and thrust deep.
“Ahh,” she cried, the sound of surprise and pleasure echoing off the walls.
I buried my face in her neck, sucking in a breath so I wouldn’t embarrass myself and come after just one stroke. “Goddamn, you feel good.”
She moaned, her head lolling to the side. Just the slightest tilt of her hips told me she wanted more.
I slid out, slowly, then pistoned forward again, earning myself a hitched breath and whole-body shudder. “Good?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “Harder.”
“Fucking right, harder.” I obeyed, setting a steady rhythm. The sound of her tiny moans, the feel of her wet heat, the way she moved with me, thrust after thrust. The air around us was electric. The need to get more, be deeper, sent me into a blind animal state. Fucking this woman is incredible.
We grappled, hands going everywhere trying to feel it all.
We kissed, hard, bruising licks that didn’t satisfy the craving.
We rebounded from surface to surface, abandoning the wall when it wasn’t enough.
Discarding the tool bench when it wasn’t enough.
Until we ended up on the Mustang again, both of our bodies glistening with sweat and steam condensing on the hood beneath us.
“Dash.” She writhed as I laced my fingers with hers, holding them flush to the red metal. “I’m—”
“Come, Bryce.”
She came so hard I saw the white spots in her vision. As she pulsed and squeezed my cock like an iron fist, I let loose, pouring inside her and groaning to the ceiling.
Limp and wrung out, I collapsed onto the car next to Bryce, my heart thundering behind my ribs. “That was . . . fuuuuck.”
There weren’t words. Sex like that shouldn’t exist because now I wanted it every day. Bryce was more addictive than any drug on the planet.
We heaved, coming back to reality, until our bodies cooled with the unspoken tension.
We’d fucked. Hard. We’d exposed ourselves, bringing along a weakness neither of us could afford.
“Oh my God.” Bryce shot off the car like a lightning bolt. I propped up on an elbow, my legs dangling to the floor. I’d never seen a woman dress so fast.
Damn if that didn’t bruise my ego.
“Thanks. I needed that.” I regretted the words instantly.
Bryce’s arms stilled as she zipped up her jeans. The look she shot me had the power to kill, but she schooled the fury quickly and slid on her sandals.
Maybe she should hate me. Maybe I should drive her away. It was probably better that way. So I might as well make it stick.
I flopped back on the car, tossing an arm over my forehead to hide most of my face. “Side door leads to the parking lot. Do me a favor. Flip the lock on your way out.”