14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Griffin's Beach Venom
T he junkyard in Riverview is supposed to be the best place to find parts for vintage cars. Venom noticed Lex needs a few small repairs on her Mustang, and considering everything going on, it's the least he can do. Her car is likely the last thing on her mind. It may not be a grand gesture, but she's the type to appreciate the little things more than something over the top.
He walks the yard until he finds the row of Mustangs, and he just stakes his head. It never made sense why people don't just take care of their vehicles. Cars aren't made like these anymore, and it's a damn shame to see so many in this condition.
If he had a better skill level than he does with cars, he bets he could take a few of these and restore them to their original glory. The fact remains that he can change oil and make basic repairs like belts and shocks, but that's about as far as he's capable. The downside to riding a motorcycle for the last fifteen years or so years hasn't required him to learn how to fix anything else but his own bike.
"Maybe she'll let me drive the 'stang one day," Venom says to himself as he twists off the antenna to replace the bent one on Lex's car.
Even as he says it, he knows she'd hand him the keys if he asked. That car was her first baby, but she trusts him. Trusts him more than most people ever have in his life.
"Getting parts for your girlfriend's car?" a voice says from behind him.
Whipping around, he all but gapes at the attractive woman standing behind him with the raspy voice. He'd been too lost in his thoughts to let someone sneak up on him, but now that he sees her, he doesn't mind all that much.
"If so, she's not a very good girlfriend if she hasn't let you drive her car yet. What year is it?"
"She's just a friend. She's actually married to another man. I'm just trying to do something nice for her."
Her dark eyebrow lifts, and he can't stop staring at the two piercings on her plump lips. "But you want her to be your girlfriend?"
The number of people who make this assumption is starting to piss him off. "Just because two people of the opposite sex are friends doesn't mean that one or both are interested in anything more from the other. She's like a big sister."
"It's not very often I find men out here looking for parts for someone else's vehicle they're not currently or hoping to someday bed. Not when it's for a member of the opposite sex who isn't a relative. It was a fair question."
"I suppose it was," he says, resigned. "I just owe this friend a lot, and I want to do something to thank her."
Her dark hair wraps up in a messy knot on the top of her head with a handkerchief headband, and he smirks at the realization of who he reminds her of. She's the perfect combination of Kat Von D with her makeup choice, Rosie the Riveter with the outfit, and Jessica Rabbit based on her figure. No one has ever been able to make a mechanic's shirt look so good, and he appreciates the way she leaves her tied-up shirt unbuttoned at the top to showcase two piercings between her tits he's never seen before.
"Like what you see?"
"I don't dislike it," he admits.
"I'm Cinder Hicks."
Tilting his head, he narrows his eyes. "Hicks Junkyard. This place yours?"
"My dad's, but I can tell you that I know more about cars than you ever will."
He laughs and nods. "I won't argue that. They call me Venom."
"Drifters. Dangerous type of guy. My favorite type," she says, and he turns towards the row of cars.
She appears beside him, and there's an obvious attraction and flutter that leads down below the belt he can't deny. He may still be in love with Marnie, but there's something about Cinder that calls to him. And he knows exactly what that attribute is because crazy recognizes crazy.
The look in her eye as she glances up and down his lean but strong frame matches his own. It's only a matter of how explosive they'd be if they come together. And based on the twitching below the belt, his friend really hopes they do.
"What year?" Cinder asks.
"Excuse me?"
She laughs, and he fixates on her pearly white teeth that stand out against her dark red lipstick. "What year is your friend's car?"
This makes Venom stop and think, trying to get blood rushing back towards the top half of his body. "I think it's a sixty-five."
"Great year. Fastback?"
"Yep."
"Black?"
He smirks and nods. "How'd you know?"
"If she's cool enough to earn your affection and gratitude, even platonically, there are only so many colors she’d have. And black is definitely the most badass of the options unless she's got a specialty car. It's not a sixty-eight, so it's not a GT Bullitt."
Damn, she really knows her cars. "I trust your opinion."
"Tell me what you need, and we'll get you taken care of. And then maybe I'll let you take care of me."
E very chance Cinder got, she took advantage to rub up against Venom. With her chest. Her ass. Even found a way to graze the front of his jeans while biting her lip, which made it even hotter.
"Find everything you need?" a man with a large belly calls out from behind the counter.
From the signs everywhere, this has to be Cinder's father, and he opts to say, "Yes, sir. Cinder was a big help."
His eyes narrow at her, but she just rolls hers in return as she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Is that right?"
"We had to take parts from cars one-seventy, one-seventy-three, one-eight-one, and one-ninety," Cinder says.
Venom sets the box on the counter, and her father looks through everything as he makes notes on a notepad. "Two-eighty," he says.
"Not bad," Venom admits and pulls out this wallet.
As he takes the money, he gives his daughter a warning look. "Cinder, don't you need to get cleaned up?"
"Fine," she says with a sneer. "It was nice to meet you, Venom."
He watches her walk down the hallway towards a large sign that reads RESTROOMS, and the boss snaps his fingers. "Watch out for her," he says, his voice low. "She's not what you think. She seems fun and exciting, but she's volatile. Key your car, put sugar in your gas tank, and pour soda on your fresh paint job kind of nuts. She works here because nowhere else will hire her with her record."
Venom laughs. "I'm in a motorcycle club, sir. Crazy is kind of my specialty. I'm usually the one dubbed as such, but I think I can handle whatever she could throw my way."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he says as the radio on the counter squawks before someone calls to him from the yard. "Have a good day."
Grabbing his box, he walks towards the exit, but he's quickly yanked down the hallway towards the restrooms and thrown into the room marked WOMEN. Cinder takes the box from him, tosses it onto the ground, and pressing him against the wall.
"What are you doing?" he asks, but he knows. He can read it in her eyes.
"Fuck me."
His eyebrows lift. "What if I have a girlfriend?"
"You said she was just a friend. Guys who have girlfriends don't have friends who are girls."
"I do," he says. "Any girl I date has to pass the test with my friend. The one I'm getting the parts for. The last two that had issues with her aren't with me anymore."
"What would she think of me?"
Her hands quickly unbutton her shirt, and she unclasps her bra in the front to reveal large tits with pebbled nipples, each with a silver barbell piercing. "I think she'd be okay with you."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Would it matter?" he asks as she rubs the crotch of his jeans, stroking his now rock-hard cock.
Biting her lip, she shakes her head. "Not right now."
Her lips crush against his, and he slides his hands up her small waist to her large chest. She frees him from his jeans with an agility that tells him this isn't the first sexual encounter she's had in this bathroom with a customer, but even more impressively, she's also managed to shed the rest of her clothes to stand butt naked in front of him.
Knowing he won't be leaving without some type of release, Venom decides to take charge. "Take the condom from my wallet."
Smirking, Cinder slides his jeans down. He kicks off his boots and steps out of the denim as she bends down to do as he says. She shifts her body to aim her bare ass at him, and he reaches out to caress it. Before he can touch her, he changes tactics and smacks it instead. And again. Hard.
"Oh, yes," she purrs and hands him the condom. "Spank me."
He can't seem to open the foil packet fast enough and slip the latex on, but when he finally gets situated, he guides her to the wall and slams into her from behind. There is little to no doubt she was ready, and his hand slaps hard onto her ass in front of him as he arches back to thrust deep inside. She bends in front of him, pushing them backwards a couple of steps so she can brace herself against the wall at a ninety-degree angle.
"Fuck yes," she moans, one hand sliding off the wall to tug at a pierced nipple. "Harder. Everything... Harder."
Smacking her ass as hard as he can without inflicting actual harm, he smirks as it echos in the small room and leaves an immediate red mark on her pale skin. He does it three more times while he holds her hip, slamming into her as hard and fast as he can. The force behind his movements causes her arm to bend, and she barely braces herself with the second hand before being driven headfirst into the wall. He can't help but wonder how far she'll let him take this and whether or not he should slow down.
"Oh God," she moans.
He slips a hand in front to rub along her clit, realizing for the first time that is also pierced. This woman clearly has a blurred line between pain and pleasure, and he's more than happy to oblige as he moves his hand as furiously as he thrusts his hips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screams as her pussy clenches him in a death grip.
Not stopping, he continues until her orgasm subsides, and he pulls out of her. He turns her around and nearly throws her onto the counter. She knows exactly what they're doing and spreads her legs wide to allow him to enter her again with ease. This time, it's for his pleasure more than hers. Hard and fast, he builds himself up.
She reaches between them to rub her pierced nub while the other hand tugs at a nipple. Her eyes stare steadily into his, and her words nearly make him stop. "Choke me."
Cinder doesn't have to ask him twice, and he grabs her throat with his large hand, using it to help steady himself and thrust until he's spent, her orgasm hitting simultaneously with his. He drops his hand to the counter and braces himself as he caches his breath, his cock still buried deep inside her, and her arms wrap around his neck, her lips kissing his face.
The entire time they fucked, never once did they kiss. For some reason, it bothers him. It was purely sex, which never really bothered him before. Until Marnie.
For the first time since he met Marnie, he fucked someone without picturing her. What he did with Cinder is something he'd never be able to do with a woman who holds his heart, and maybe he finally found someone he has no desire to make love to. With Cinder, she's more than happy to be fucked. Rough and wild, and he can escape the chokehold the other woman has on him. At least for a few moments.
"That was a good time," Cinder says, and he slides out of her to move towards his jeans. "A real good time."
"I had fun," he admits and throws the condom away before grabbing his jeans.
"Call me?"
She hops off the counter like being completely naked and thoroughly fucked is just part of her everyday life, and he can't help but wonder if he's just one of many customers she does this with.
"I don't have your number."
Her hand reaches around him, her chest pressing against his abdomen, and she takes his phone from his back pocket. Smirking, she taps on the screen then slips it back. "I put it under Fucking Good Time. FGT for short."
Venom can't help but smile. "Yeah, you really are."