Chapter 17 – Kira
KIRA
T he man freezes. He takes in a deep breath and licks his lips. His eyes dart around in the dark. Then a shroud of defeat falls over his features as he lets out a sigh.
“Yeah… I spent some time… in jail.”
So I’ve been fucking an ex-con.
West was in jail.
He did time.
He’s not a bad guy, right? I mean, yeah, he’s got that bad boy je ne se quoi, and it’s one thing I dig about him, but he’s not an actual bad guy right?
“Kira?” He prompts me out of my inner spiral and I glance up at him with raised eyebrows.
I’m definitely overcompensating, trying to look unbothered and even a little amused.
I’m sure he can tell I’m trying not to freak out.
“Are you okay?” He tilts his head with his eyebrows stitched inward. “You’re about to bolt, aren’t you?”
“What? No!” I wave a hand and scoff. “But um…,” I lean my elbows on my knees and lean forward and steeple my fingers as if in very analytical thought.
“Perhaps you could elaborate on why you were in jail?” I will just sit here calm and collected and wait for you to not tell me you’re in the mafia or some kind of underground gang that pillages or has a collection of skin suits hidden somewhere down in that garage of yours.
Oooh, what if he’s a vigilante that fights that only goes after evildoers and one time just happened to unfortunately get busted?
“Street racing and grand theft auto,” he rattles out, his jaw set and his eyes staring hard at the wall in front of him.
“Cars…” I mumble out. “Makes sense, I guess…”
“Yeah.”
I take a moment to picture a younger West; one with some kind of troubled youth of stealing cars.
And then I think of the West I’ve come to know now.
The one who gave me a place to stay the night when I got stranded in this town.
Who let me borrow (steal) his shirt and watched out for me while I drowned my sorrows.
The guy who hasn’t so much as blinked at me not being able to pay him for the car he towed to his shop but is still trying to help me the way he helps other people in this town.
He goes to help a town resident in the middle of the night for BushyTail’s sake!
Sure, he’s hard on some of his employees but I can only guess he’s got something to teach them.
I can’t think of any reason I should leave right now. I like this person sitting on the bed with me. I mean obviously, but I don’t see why I should let his past change my mind about him.
“You didn’t hurt anyone?” I ask for clarification.
“No.”
I believe him. I’ve only seen him do good for people in this town.
I mean, other than Ryan - he’s definitely getting West’s wrath, but if that’s as bad as it gets—teaching some asinine misfit some humility—then I still can’t see myself throwing my clothes on in a panic.
I in no way want to tear out of this apartment at top speed, never to be heard from again.
I gather my share of the sheet around me and crawl closer to him. “Were you trying to hurt anyone?”
“No.”
“Not even a helpless squirrel or raccoon? ”
This time he looks over at me, looking adorably confused. “No…”
“I’m serious West, did some defenseless woodland creature get caught under your tires while you were joyriding in some poor shmuck’s vehicle that you liberated?”
“No!” He insists, looking at me with serious what the fuck in his eyes.
“Okay,” I let out a breath of finality.
“Okay?” He tilts his head. “For real? Like, you’re not going to freak out, dump me and blow town?”
I give him a thoughtful shake of my head. “Do you still do bad shit?”
“No.”
“You’re telling the truth, you’re not on the lam, running from Johnny Law?”
This time, I see a smile play at the corner of his mouth. “No.”
“Is that garage below us a chop shop?” I point towards the floor.
“Kira, no. I promise. It was just shit I did in my idiot youth, I’ve grown, I’ve learned, I’ve turned it around, and no innocent animals or people were harmed in my past illegal activities.”
“Cool.” I scoot off the bed.
“What are you doing?” He looks worried. Aww. “Are you leaving?”
“No, but I want coffee.” I wander over to his small kitchenette area and flip on the light over the stove. “And you have to make it, but hopefully by this afternoon I’ll know how to myself.”
My bad boy and I are making coffee, half dressed in the wee hours.
The thought gives me some kind of sick thrill and now I’m fantasizing about sending my family a postcard of me cuddling his mugshot, - ooh!
“Can I see your mugshot?” I ask a little too eagerly.
I have issues.
West
So… I suppose if I was going to tell Kira I went to jail for stealing and racing cars, I should’ve been prepared for her to ask me why I did such things. I guess it being the middle of the night and post mind-blowing sex has my circuits scrambled.
“So… your dad’s a famous race car driver…” Kira rattles off, simply reciting the facts I’ve revealed.
“Yep,” I groan with my chin in my hand as the other grasps my coffee mug.
“And you wanted to be one too…” she recounts.
“Uh huh.”
“And so you played it straight and went through all the motions and ended up on his pit crew while you learned the ropes…”
“Yes.”
“And when you finally got the chance to try out, you beat his time?”
I nod. “By two tenths of a second the first time. And then when he wanted to go again, it was by four tenths of a second.”
“So you were there. You made it,” she summarizes.
“Yep.”
“So what happened?”
“Turns out he didn’t like that too much,” I rub at my eyes as I lean into the table. “He paid off all the willing sponsors to keep me off all the teams.”
Her mouth drops. “So all that time and training…”
“All for nothing,” I finish for her.
“What a son of a bitch,” she spits and I nod, amused. “So what does that have to do with you stealing cars?”
“Well… I was feeling a little rebellious after that bullshit,” I sigh, conversationally. “After all that effort and time put in to earn money doing what I love - the right way—to have him shit all over it. So I started making money street racing.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she mumbles under her breath before she stiffens. “Shit, did I say that out loud? ”
“Loud and clear.” I smirk, grateful that she’s still not bolting for the door.
“And you stole cars to race with?” She leans in on her forearms, nibbling the corner of her lip.
“Not at first,” I admit. “I had enough access to cars and parts that I could put them together into racing shape. I learned even more about certain modifications that can be done to specific models.”
“So how many times did you race before you got caught?”
“I did four races before I got caught,” I nod, blowing out a breath. “And I won them all.”
“What did you get for winning?”
I huff out another sigh. “Quite a bit of money.” Which was how I was able to buy Shane Automotive.
“I got caught and arrested, but my father bailed me out. Unfortunately, my antics didn’t make him any more inclined to back off.
” I sit back in my seat, cocking my head at her.
“Are you sure you want to hear all this?” I offer the out more for myself than for her.
Dredging up my past is not one of my favorite pastimes and living in this town has given me a blissful form of amnesia where that’s concerned.
“I want to keep seeing you, West,” she lays out, with only a hint of shyness. “Do you want to keep seeing me?”
“Fuck yeah, I want to keep seeing you,” I lean forward to take hold of her wrist and pull her into my lap.
“Then I need to know about you,” she sighs plainly as she straddles my lap and laces her fingers together behind my neck. “At least a little. At least this part.”
Her crystal eyes are warm as they invite me to share more. “I kept racing and making more money,” I continue. “But it wasn’t enough to …quell the spite I had. And so… since I had access to his stockcar…”
“That’s the car you stole?” She concludes.
“Yup,” I nod. “And I got busted again, and this time Vance Bradford was not going to bail me out.”
“He was pretty pissed you took his car, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” I nod. “ Those cars cost an obscene amount of money and he needed an engine overhaul when I was done with it. He shit out a few kittens, pressed charges, and then told me I could rot. It was kind of good though, in a way. It officially cut the cord,” I rub circles on her hips with my thumbs.
“But what about the money? Did it get seized because you won it illegally?” She shakes her head, curious.
“It would’ve…” I give a slight nod. “If it hadn’t been cash and I hadn’t claimed to have been robbed. Given the circumstances, it was easy for the authorities to believe at the time.”
“So you… had it waiting for you somewhere?”
I nod again. “And that is a story for another time,” I insist, all shared-out. There’s more of me I’m happy for her to get to know. Just maybe more spread out and during daylight hours.
I reach around to caress her ass to find that she never put her panties back on. I give the bare flesh a squeeze with both hands and she shifts against my groin, dampening my boxer briefs where a hard ridge is forming.
“Maybe…” she murmurs, “… in about five minutes?” She rolls her hips, signaling a suggestion, and I waste no time reaching between us to pull at my waist band freeing my cock.
“You’re a greedy fucking girl, aren’t you?” I hoist her up slightly so that I can get my cock at her entrance before letting her drop right on it, swiftly impaling her.
“You give good orgasms,” she notes in a wanton whisper as she falls right into a rhythm that I happily follow.
I make her lose my shirt once again as I thrust upward, gripping her flesh and pulling her down on my dick over and over.
“Take them all, princess,” I rasp, leading us to another beautiful explosion. I don’t see how either of us could have a bad day after this.