Chapter Fourteen
T he car rolls to a stop, and I get out. “Thanks for the ride, Shirley.”
“You’re welcome, dear, have a good day at work,” she says as I close the door.
I hear her drive away as I walk toward the shop. When I see his bike, my heart races as everything from this weekend rushes through my mind. I can feel myself blushing. The seam of my jeans rubs me just right as I walk, making me suck in a breath.
Goddamn.
I shouldn’t be this turned on just thinking about what we did.
Shaking away my dirty thoughts of Gunner between my thighs, I try to get my head back into the game.
We’re at work. We’re professionals. Nothing is going to happen between us inside these four walls.
I keep those words running through my head until I believe them.
I walk into the bay, and my eyes go straight to him.
“Morning,” I say a little huskier than I intended.
Gunner doesn’t respond though and hits the button, closing the bay doors.
I raise my eyebrows. “Are we closed today too, and I missed the memo?”
“We’re not open yet, and I don’t want us to be interrupted,” he says as he stalks toward me.
Gunner grabs me by the waist and picks me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as I hold on to his shoulders.
“Should we be doing this here? Whatever this is…” I say breathlessly as desire courses through me.
His already hard cock rubbing against the seam of my jeans, where I want him most, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
Gunner slaps my ass. “We can do whatever we want, wherever we want, as long as it’s not during work hours. As for fucking you, that will come later when we have more time.”
“Then what are we doing?” I ask as he sets my ass on the break room table.
“I’m going to strip you out of your tight-as-hell jeans that make your ass look amazing and I’m going to eat you until you come all over my tongue. Does that work for you? Do you have any objections?”
I pop the button of my jeans before leaning back across the table as I raise my hands above my head, grabbing onto the edge. “Eat away.”
Gunner chuckles as he leans over me, taking my mouth with his. He consumes me, kissing me like he owns me. Only when we’re both breathless does he pull away.
“Good morning, Trouble,” he mumbles as he starts to pull my pants and underwear down.
“It’s about to be,” I quip.
He sits down in the chair in front of me and raises both my legs, ducking between my thighs. He leaves my jeans and panties pooled at my ankles, being kept on by my boots. Gunner runs his nose along my seam and growls.
Fucking growls, making my skin tingle in anticipation.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy since I woke up this morning, wishing I was rubbing my cock against you instead of my mattress.”
“Must have been a pretty good dream if I was in it.” I gasp as he licks me.
“Pretty good doesn’t cover it, Trouble. I came so hard I saw stars. Now be a good girl and hold on tight.”
“Yes, daddy,” I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Instinctively, my hand moves from the top of the table into his hair. I can’t help but pull on the strands, trying to keep him right where I want him.
Gunner pulls back, making me whimper. He slaps my pussy, making me cry out.
“Hands above your head, or I won’t let you come.”
“God, you’re a dick,” I tell him as I put my hand back where he wants it.
“That’s what you tell me,” he says as he shoves two fingers into me at once. “So wet for me already. Were you thinking about me this morning too?” he asks as I cry out.
“Yes, daddy,” I say, making him hum.
He doesn’t say anything else as he devours me. The way his tongue swipes against my clit hard before his teeth nibble at my clit has me climbing higher and higher. His fingers thrust into me, reminding me that he is bigger than me everywhere. I clench around him, needing more. He feels it, ramping up his efforts. His pinkie circles my ass before he presses in slowly.
I moan at the sensation. When my soul tries to leave the table, he pulls me back down and holds me in place, right where he wants me. The man and I might go at it constantly, but there’s one thing for sure, he knows how to own my body.
He has me coming on a gasp, squirting all over his face within minutes. Gunner growls as he keeps licking me. His beard rubbing between my thighs just right, making me shiver.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
“I aim to please,” I say breathlessly.
“Your mouth doesn’t ever stop, does it?” He chuckles as he moves from between my legs.
He pulls me into a sitting position and holds me.
“You like my mouth.” My eyes drop to his cock that’s hard and prominent even through his jeans. “In fact, my mouth would love to return the favor.”
Gunner grunts as he pulls my hair, angling my face where he wants it as he kisses me.
“I’d like nothing more than to come down your throat, but the guys will be here any minute.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve seen a woman on her knees for a man,” I say, thinking about what all we saw this last weekend at the rally.
“Yeah, but I don’t want them to see you like that.”
The words are said nonchalantly, but they hit me deep. He doesn’t want them to see me. Somehow that makes all of this more real. More serious.
He kisses me again, making me hum.
“We should clean up.” My hand touches his still wet beard from my release, and I pull. “You should probably wash this.”
“Trouble, I’m not washing shit. I’m going to smell you for the rest of the day. Then when we close tonight, if I have my way, I’m going to have you again.”
“We’ll see.”
Gunner rolls his eyes and steps back. “Go get cleaned up and meet me out in the shop when you’re ready.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” I salute before bending down to pull my pants up.
“Such a smart-ass,” he mutters, shaking his head as he walks away.
I hurry into the bathroom and clean myself up as best as I can. My reflection in the mirror catches me off guard. My cheeks are flush, and my eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. I’ve heard of an after-sex glow, but I didn’t know it was actually a thing. Shaking my head, I leave the bathroom and make a pit stop in the break room. With a Clorox wipe, I clean off the table and the floor below where we were.
Shit, I wish we had a candle in here. No one needs to smell what we were doing before they got here.
With the room clean enough, I head into the shop.
“You good?” Gunner asks as the bay door opens.
“I’m great. You?”
“Fantastic, I had my new favorite breakfast this morning.” He smirks, making me blush.
“Knock it off,” I mumble, making him chuckle.
His laughter takes my breath away. He really is fucking hot when he’s not all growly.
Jagger and Fox stroll into the shop together. They must sense the tension because they look between Gunner and me and smirk.
“You’re looking a little flushed there, Sloane. You good?” Jagger teases.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have that post-sex look about you,” Fox quips.
“Oh, fuck off,” I groan, making the guys laugh.
“Enough giving Sloane shit, let’s get to work.” Gunner says it like a demand, but the smirk on his face says different.
He’s damn proud of himself.
Gunner winks. Freaking winks, and I swear to God, my pussy weeps.
Motherfucker should come with a warning label.
I don’t know how I am going to survive him.
Standing on the side of the car, leaning over the tire well, I have a straight view of her. Sloane’s bent over the side of the car like I am, with her ass in the air, pointing right at me. She wiggles from side to side, making my cock twitch.
I picture her completely naked, in the same position but on a bed. The way her hips would sway as I hold still with my cock buried as deep into her as possible, my hips flush against her ass. She would impatiently wiggle as she begs me to move.
My hand slips, and I break my knuckles along the side of the engine.
“Motherfucker.”
“You good?” she calls over her shoulder.
I look back up at her and see that she’s standing, facing me with her eyebrow raised.
Goddamn, she has no idea what she does to me.
“Yeah, it’s time to lock it up. We can finish everything tomorrow,” I tell everyone.
“You two can take off, I’m almost done with this,” Fox calls from behind me.
“I’ll stay and keep him company,” Jagger offers.
Indecision wars within me. Bear’s already gone on a job, and while these two are technically brothers and I trust them, they are still young. I look back at Sloane and see that she’s studying me.
“Yeah, you two do that. You have your keys?” The words slip from my lips.
She entrances me. Whenever I look at her, I forget all about my responsibilities. The only thing I can think about is her. It’s dangerous.
“Yes, dad ,” Fox quips.
I watch as Sloane silently laughs and mouths, “daddy” to me.
I narrow my eyes and walk to my bench.
Silently, both of us clean up our work area, and when we’re done, I meet her at the bay door.
“Do you have time for a pit stop?” I ask as I rest my hand on her lower back, ushering her toward my bike.
“Sure.”
I look down at where my hand rests, and I can’t help but imagine what it would look like if my hand were resting on her back while she wears a leather cut with a property of patch right above my hand with my name on it.
Fuck me.
It’s too soon, and I don’t even know if I want that, let alone if she would want that. She doesn’t even know what it would entail.
The thing about Sloane, though, is she’s the type of woman who makes men question everything.
“You okay?” she asks, breaking me from my musings.
“I’m good, Trouble.” I hand her the helmet and get on.
Before I can offer her my hand, she hops on behind me, her thighs fitting snug against my hips.
If only she was in front of me.
Grunting, I turn on the bike and pull out as she wraps her arms around my chest. We head down the road toward the place I have in mind. When we pull into the parking lot, I find the closest parking spot and shut off the bike.
“You ever been here before?” I ask.
“I don’t think that I have,” Sloane says as she gets off my bike.
“We found this place when we first got here. Looks like a dive but has killer wings and fries.”
Calling Grover’s a dive is being nice. It might look a little sketchy, but they always have perfect health code scores, and their food will keep you coming back time and time again.
Hand in hand, we make our way inside and order our food. I sit across from Sloane, even though part of me wants to sit next to her and pull her into my lap. Neither of us are ready for that, though, I don’t think.
Sloane fiddles with the wrapper of her straw.
“What’s on your mind, Trouble?”
“Is this a date?” she blurts out, cheeks turning pink.
“Look at me.” I wait until she does. “Yes, this is a date. You have a problem with that?”
She sighs as her shoulders relax. “I mean, buying me dinner is the least you could do after I fed you breakfast this morning.”
I don’t know why, but her comment catches me off guard, and I tip my head back, laughing. Once I’ve got myself under control, I find Sloane looking at me with a smile on her face and her chin resting in her hand with her elbow on the table.
“I’ll buy you dinner every night as long as you keep letting me have breakfast.” I wink.
Her eyes heat in desire as she shifts in the booth. “You know, you say I’m trouble, but really I think it’s you.”
“You bring it out in me,” I tell her as the server drops off our food.
“Thank you,” we say in unison.
“Of course, let me know if you need anything,” the server says before walking off to help someone else.
“So…” Sloane says as she digs in.
“So…”
“I’ve never been on a date before,” she says, making my heart race.
Fuck me, do I like the idea of me being the only one to have taken her out.
“Well, shit, if I would have known that, I would have taken you somewhere a little nicer.”
Sloane rolls her eyes. “Please, let’s be real. This place is more our speed than somewhere we would have to dress up.”
“That might be true, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to dress up from time to time and be taken out on the town,” I tell her as I take a bite.
“Honestly, putting on a dress sounds like my own personal version of hell.”
“I don’t know…if you were in a dress or a skirt even, I could bury my fingers in your pussy and edge the fuck out of you here at the table, and no one would be none the wiser as long as you kept quiet.”
“Gunner, behave,” she hisses, eyes wide as she looks around, making sure no one heard me.
“Trouble, we both know that I won’t do that.”
After we finish eating, we walk back up to the counter to order some soft serve ice cream. Along with their wings and fries, Grovers has a specialty soft serve machine that injects flavoring into the ice cream as it dispenses. Sloane goes for the blue goo while I stick with my regular butter pecan. Watching her tongue wrap around the cold cream reminds me of the way she licked my cock, and she has me about ready to blow. I almost push her back into the woods and do just that, but there are families eating outside today, so I keep control.
When we head home, I expect that some of the heat would have cooled me off, but between her wandering hands and the vibration of the bike, I’m more than keyed up. When I put the bike in park, I pull her around to the front of me.
Sloane laughs as I rip off her helmet. “What are you doing?”
“Fuck, do you drive me wild,” I say as I grind her against my cock and nip at her neck. “Which window is yours? I’ll crawl through your window if you let me bury my cock inside of you.”
She arches into me and hums. “As nice as that sounds, that can’t happen.”
“Wrong answer,” I growl against her collarbone.
“It’s the right answer when I don’t actually have a bedroom. I sleep on the couch. The last thing I need is to explain sex to Lee because he walked in on you fucking me on the couch.”
I knew it. I knew the place was a two-bedroom, and I hate it. She deserves so much more than to sleep on the couch.
“Hate to break it to you, Trouble, but your brother knows about sex. He’s sixteen, chances are he’s already having it.”
She shoves at my shoulder, and I look up and see her eyes blazing. “Take it back. My brother isn’t having sex.”
I scoff. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Ugh, I hate you.”
“Not what you were saying earlier.” I smirk as she crawls off my lap.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, call me if you need anything.”
I watch her walk inside before pulling away. As I head back toward the clubhouse, her living situation grates on me. I really hate the idea of her sleeping on a couch, but that run-down place is probably the best that they can do. Living in a beach town is fucking expensive, even for the slums.
She might not like it, but I’m going to help her. I have to.