Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
DEMITRI
So, a muscle car turns Mia on. Of course, it’s the one I’m going to sell. Fuck, I need to find another one of these babies and get her to help me restore it. The thing is, I do love the car, but the memories attached to it have become too much. I can’t look at this car and not think about my father, something I actively try to avoid.
“Tell me about the car,” Mia demands once we’re on the road. “Why do you hate her?”
“What makes you think I hate it?” I hedge, really wishing we could avoid this conversation completely.
“Really? The way you look at her, firstly. Oh, and the way you barely touch her, and show her no love. There’s no caressing going on over on that steering wheel. Also, the way you call her an it. This is a Shelby.”
“Fuck, you really do see everything, don’t you?”
“Pretty much. So, spill it.”
“It belonged to my father.”
“That would explain it. Why do you have her?”
“He left it alone in a garage on the back of the property for years. It fell into trash, basically, and I brought her back to life. The cars were a secret of his, bought with an alias only a few of us knew. And none of those are still alive to track it down.”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“I have a buyer. In Diamond Cove. Some billionaire guy.”
“If you must sell it to someone, he’s probably a good choice. Richie Rich’s tend to take care of their toys or at least pay someone to do it for them.”
“You aren’t upset that I’m selling it—her?”
“No. I’m upset that you feel like you have to because of the memories tied to her. And while she is my favorite car ever in existence of, well, ever, she’s not mine. She’s yours to do with what you need to.”
“You are extremely understanding and all together confusing.”
She laughs, shrugging. “What can I say? I have multiple ideas and feelings all at the same time. I’m complex, Demitri.”
Now I laugh, looking in the mirror to change lanes. Mia goes quiet, her fingers never breaking contact with the interior of the car. We sit in comfortable silence for a while, then Mia stiffens in the seat beside us.
“Dem.” Her voice is quiet and calm. Too calm. “Look in the rear-view mirror and tell me what you see.”
I do as she requests, and at first I don’t see anything, just the normal flow of traffic. And then I do. Two big, black SUVs speeding through traffic. Normally it wouldn’t be something I cared about, but these SUVs aren’t your normal oversized cars. They scream ‘special’. They’re Russian-made. If I had to guess, I’d say they are UAZ Patriots. They go by a different name here, but that doesn’t matter. What does is that there are two Russian SUVs going high speed on a mountain road.
“You think they could just be assholes speeding on a high accident-pass?” Mia asks.
“Sure. They could.”
“But?”
“But it’s too much of a coincidence that I pull out this car and they follow it.”
“I thought everyone was dead that might know your connection to the car?”
“Maybe I was wrong. But I’m going to need you to activate that watch and let Joker know what’s going on and then hold on, baby, we’re going to see what this ol’ gal can do.”
Mia fumbles with the watch Joker gave her, sending him whatever information she can. She then sits up straight, checking her seatbelt, and grabs the door handle. She was concentrating so much she didn’t realize I’d already increased our speed by fifteen MPH.
“What’s your speed?” she asks. Okay, maybe she did realize.
“Fifty-eight and climbing.”
“Can you keep that up on the mountain, Demitri?”
“If anything can, it’s a Shelby.”
I hit the gas and feel the vibrations of the engine in my seat. The sound loud and powerful. The way she handles the curves is like nothing else I’ve ever driven. Foreign sports cars are one of the specialties of the garage, but this baby? She’s a dream to drive. The purr from under the hood is almost erotic.
“Demitri, they sped up,” Mia tells me, watching through the mirrors.
“I’ll keep you safe.”
We finally make it through the curves of the mountain to the straight pass that will take us to Rock Hill. I continue to increase my speed, hoping we can continue to avoid any cops that might be out, and weave my way through traffic.
I downshift the gear and hit the brakes so I can make a turn, and immediately shift and hit the gas again once we’ve made it. I do this a few more times until I’m sure we’ve lost them. I can hear Mia breathing hard in the passenger seat, turning her body to look out the small window in the back.
She finally sighs. “I think we’ve lost them. Time to hide this badass car.”
I make a few more turns, hitting a button on my phone as we slide into the lot of the garage, the door already opening.
“You don’t think they’ll come straight here?” she asks, an edge of panic in her voice.
“They’ll never see us,” I assure her, pulling into the bay and hitting the button on my phone to lower the bay door again. “Can’t see in from the windows.”
“Oh, that’s nifty to have.”
“Plan for everything. Hope it never comes in handy.”
I put the car in park and turn off the engine. The vibrations still rattle through my body even in the silence.
“Wow. That was something.”
We sit there in the quiet, both of us jumping when my phone rings.
“Joker,” I answer and put it on speaker. “I’m with Mia. She can hear you, too.”
“Good. It was both of them, Andrey and Sasha. Grabbed the plates off a camera on the mountain.”
“Of course it was. That was quick.”
“Our friend went right to them.”
“How did they know where we were? To follow us?” Mia asks.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “But we need to do some more digging. Where are you now?”
“At the garage,” I answer.
“Does it have what you need for a little while?”
“Yeah. We’ll be fine.”
“What about work? I have a business to run.” Mia’s stubborn streak is showing.
“Brodie’s going to have to cover things, Mia,” Joker breaks the news to her.
“It’s Thursday. College night. He can’t do it alone. I need to be there.”
“I hear you. And just this once, I’m going to have to tell you no,” Joker replies, his voice brokering no argument. “I’ll call around. We’ll get you some help for the night. Stay safe and I’ll talk to you later.”
When she lowers the phone, I turn to Mia. “I’m sorry. This is why I should have walked away. I put you in danger today. Because of me, because of who I am.”
“Fuck you, Demitri.”
Before I can respond, she flings open the door and exits, slamming it closed behind her. I jump out as quickly as I can and round the hood to get to her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Damnit, I don’t want your apologies!”
She turns away from me but doesn’t really have anywhere to go. I reach out and take her hand, pulling her into my arms.
“I’m sorry, Krasotka . I’m so sorry your life is crazy because of me. I never wanted this to happen.”
She buries her face in my chest. “Is this why you left me before? Why you disappeared?”
“Yes.”
“I swear, if you do that again, I’ll hunt you down and kill you myself, Demitri. Do you understand me?”
I don’t answer, but I lift her chin up and capture her lips in mine. The kiss starts soft and gentle, but quickly turns almost feral. Both of us waging war with our control. Our tongues battle, doing the dance of lovers everywhere. I turn her, pressing her back against the car. My hands grasp the sides of her face, my thumbs tracing her cheeks, my cock growing hard and demanding.
She’s unbuttoning my flannel and running her hands up under my shirt, first on my chest, then around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, kissing down her neck, gently biting the tender skin at her shoulder.
“You are not going to fuck me against a Shelby,” she moans out as I suck at her skin.
“Fine,” I agree, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turn, finding a work bench that’s blessedly free of clutter, and sit her on top of it. “How about here?”
“Yeah, works.” She pulls at my clothes. “Less clothing.”
I help her by removing my flannel and pulling the undershirt over my head and tossing it on the table beside her. She starts to fumble with my belt, her eager fingers threatening to unman me before we get started. I step back, much to her ire, and smirk.
“ Krasotka , you have too many clothes on. I can’t devour you when you’re dressed.”
She looks down at herself and huffs out a laugh, like she forgot she was wearing anything.
“Keep going, Mister,” she demands as she pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it at her side.
She kicks off her shoes and shimmies out of her jeans, sitting on the table in only a white lace bra and mismatched blue panties with an obvious wet spot on them.
“Are you turned on?” I ask as I pull off my work boots and shuck my jeans.
“Yes. Get over here.” I raise my brow and she grins. “Please?”
“I can’t resist you when you’re polite,” I groan, moving between her legs.
“I don’t want you to resist me,” she says, pulling me in for another kiss. Just as heated as the last, but less violent.
She runs her hands over my body, like she’s memorizing all the details.
“I want you,” she whispers, kissing up my neck, her hands sliding inside my boxer briefs, gripping my dick.
“Mia,” I grunt at her touch. “I want you, too.”
“Now.”
“So demanding.” I shake my head, removing her hand and kissing her palm before sitting it down on her thigh.
I kiss down her chest, pulling her tits out of the cups of her bra, sucking first one nipple into my mouth and then the other, working her up. She’s squirming on the hard surface, but I’m giving her what she wants. What she needs.
My hand skims down her stomach and I tease the band of her panties, but don’t go under. Instead, I use the fabric. Feeling the wet spot, and adding pressure on the area, Mia gasps. It only lasts for a few seconds, my need for her too much. I can’t tease her. Kneeling between her legs, I’m at the perfect height for what I want to do. Helping her remove the now offensive fabric and put them on the table next to her, her scent invades my senses, heady and intoxicating.
Kissing up her thighs, her hands automatically go to my hair, gripping it like she’s trying to find gravity. Her legs spread for me, and I’m looking at the promised land. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal, and my mouth waters at what I know awaits me.
I flick out my tongue, getting my first taste. Mia moans softly, wanting this as much as I do. I circle her clit, pulling the nub into my mouth, and her grip on my hair tightens. Taking a finger, I run it through her wetness, enjoying her shivers of pleasure then slowly insert it into her pussy. Her walls are already clamping down, looking for relief, and I am here to deliver. I get to work, sliding my finger in and out, my tongue striking her clit with a mission. Make her come on my face.
Thrust. Flick. Rub. Suck.
“Demitri!” she screams, and I swear she’s pulling my hair out.
Her orgasm rocks her body, her cry silent. My cock begs for attention. This woman always turns me the fuck on, but when she allows herself to fall apart in my arms? It’s an aphrodisiac that’s incomparable to anything else in the world. I continue to lick her pussy until she pulls me away from her.
“I can’t,” she pants. “I can’t take any more.”
I slowly stand, stopping to give her tits some more love.
“Demitri. I want you inside of me.”
“Of course.” I grin at her.
She reaches forward, lowering my boxer briefs until my dick springs free. And then, like the temptress she is, she leans back on her hands and spreads her thighs. A challenge. A need.
I step between her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the table. I line my cock with her pussy and feed myself into her opening. Slowly. She might be the demanding one, but I have some control. Because I know what she likes and what she needs. I’ve learned to read her body and face.
Once I’m connected to her in the most intimate way, I look her in the eyes, checking in to see how she’s doing. She’s breathing hard, her face flushed, eyelids hooded.
“You still with me, Krasotka ?”
“Yes.”
I pull out, almost to the tip, and thrust back in, slow and steady. Mia pushes against me, creating a new friction that hits us both.
“How do you do this?” she keens. “How do you keep doing this?”
“I’ve learned your body. What you like.” Thrust. “What you need.” Thrust and swivel.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head and pussy grips me. I adjust with small, quick thrusts, my body hitting her clit with every drive. The ripples of her walls telling me more than any words could.
“You’re close,” I growl. “Get there. Come for me.”
Her arms start to shake from holding up her body and she drops to her elbows, creating a whole new sensation and angle and that’s all it takes. I feel her orgasm in every cell of my body and hold off on my own to ensure she gets the maximum pleasure.
When she starts to whimper from being too sensitive, I let my release go. Aiming right at her g-spot, sending her into a mini-orgasm. She drops to her back, her fingers curled around the edge of the table with white knuckles.
I collapse on top of her, my head on her chest, and once she’s regained function, I feel her hands in my hair again, almost massaging my scalp.
“So that was a first,” she finally says when her breathing has calmed some.
“What was?” I lift my head to look at her, and she grins.
“I’ve heard about adrenaline sex, but never knew I would be able to have it.”
“What you’re telling me is that a car chase turned you on?”
“Maybe?” She laughs. “Still need to figure out how we get the hell out of here, though.”
“I have an apartment upstairs. Don’t even have to go outside. No one will ever know we’re there.”
“You’re telling me you had access to a bed this whole time?”
“You telling me that this wasn’t hot as fuck, and you want to do it again sometime?”
“Touché.”
I pull her up into my arms, bridal style, and walk to the stairs at the back of the garage.
“What about our clothes?”
“I’ll grab them later. I have something you can wear for now.” I don’t stop walking until we’re in the apartment and I flip on a light switch. “Living and kitchen, bedroom behind that door, and bathroom.”
I step into the small room and sit her on the sink. I turn on the shower and grab two towels out of the closet.
“This is nice for an over a garage apartment.”
“It’s not big, and probably needs to be updated, but it suits my needs when I forget to stop working or one of the guys doesn’t feel good or needs a place to crash.”
“Never thought we’d be the ones who needed a place to crash.”
“Yeah, not like this anyway. Let’s get in the shower and check in with Joker and see what’s going on.”
“We’re showering together?” Mia raises her brow at me, a knowing glint in her eye.
“Yup. We are.”
“How’s the water heater in this place? Because you know damn good and well that we can’t just shower.”
“It’s a big one. Now get in there so I can dirty you up a little bit more before I clean you off.”
She giggles and hops down from her perch, sashaying that perfect ass by me on her way into the shower. Fuck, she’s perfect. And she’s mine.