Chapter 6 - Isla
ISLA
“She gets down on her knees and takes his thick, hard cock into her mouth…”
I press pause on my audiobook to hear a very concerning noise coming from my car.
I’ve ignored it as long as I can, and now it barely makes it to Viper’s, which is the closest mechanics garage to my house.
I’ve barely gotten out of my car when I hear a whistle.
I’d dressed up a little today for lunch with Liz, so I’m wearing my tight black jeans, boots, and an off-the-shoulder red top.
My hair is dead straight down my back, and my lip combo is a nude lined with a darker brown.
Stepping inside the garage, my eyes widen when I see him.
Skull.
I don’t know how I know, but it’s him and not his twin. Maybe it’s the way my nipples instantly pebble or the way my clit suddenly starts pulsing.
He’s staring right at me while bent over a car engine.
He stands to his full height, wiping his hands on a cloth.
His coveralls are tied around his waist, his delicious biceps on show in a tight, sleeveless white tank.
His hair is tied back in a low ponytail, and there’s more stubble on his face than the last time I saw him.
Fuck.
He swaggers over to me with purpose, stopping right in front of me. I crane my neck to look up at him and swallow hard when his heated gaze rakes over me. “Where are your glasses?” he rasps, reaching out to tuck my hair back behind my ear.
“I’m wearing contacts,” I reply softly, clearing my throat.
“You’re a mechanic…” I whisper, taking in his hard body up close.
I’ve never found a man’s neck hot before, but it looks so thick and strong.
My gaze then lowers to the veins in his arms. One of the other men says something, and I try to focus on Skull and ignore the sound of them all laughing behind him.
“I like your glasses.”
Not the compliment I was expecting.
“Well, thank you. I like your arm porn, Skull.”
He laughs, deep and husky, and flexes his biceps. “Nice to know my time spent in the gym and the ring is paying off.”
“Oh, it is. Keep up the good work.” Okay, I’m just rambling now. I never expected to run into him today. I knew it might happen eventually, but I hadn’t mentally prepared myself.
He smiles widely, warmth reaching those piercing blue eyes, and my breath hitches. He’s perfect. “How did you know it was me and not Bones?”
So that’s his twin’s name.
Skull and Bones.
Wow.
I can’t tell him that my nipples and clit figured it out for me, so I just shrug. “Just a gut feeling.”
“Hmm,” he rumbles, glancing behind me. “Come on then, little spitfire, let’s see what’s wrong with your car.”
“How’s Natalia doing?” I ask before he can even open the driver’s door. It’s been a week since she left the hospital, and I’ve missed the little princess.
“Good,” he replies, his expression gentling. “She’s with Bones today. I didn’t want to leave her, but we have a business to run.”
“This is your place?” I ask, impressed.
He nods and slides behind the wheel, turning on the engine.
“That’s it, good girl. Swallow that hard dick down your throat. You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Oh. My. God.
I jump over his lap in one big leap and turn down my audiobook, palming my face in sheer horror and embarrassment. My body starts to shake, and I realize it’s because Skull is fucking laughing.
Loudly.
And I’m lying over his lap with my ass in the air like he’s about to spank me.
“Sounds like you are a naughty girl,” he rasps with laughter still in his tone.
His big hands come down around my waist, and he squeezes.
“Especially in this position. Fuck, baby. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
” He mutters something else, and I think he says he’s also never been this hard before.
Testing that theory, I wiggle my hips a little, and yeah, there’s a giant hard cock underneath me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, holding me still. “You listen to dirty shit like that often?”
I slowly lift myself off him, trying to retain whatever dignity I have left, but instead of letting me stand, he puts me on his lap, my legs dangling out of the car.
“It’s a romance novel,” I inform with my eyes narrowed.
“That didn’t sound like romance to me.”
“And what do you know about romance, Skull?” I ask, turning my face to look at him. “Are you someone who wines and dines a woman?”
The bastard laughs some more. “No, I can’t say that I’ve done that shit before. But I’d never let a woman leave my room without multiple orgasms. So that’s some kind of chivalry, right?”
He curves his palm to my cheek and stares into my eyes. It’s so intense that I have to look away. “Can we keep listening to your book while I look at your car?”
“No!” I whisper yell. “I don’t want all those men out there laughing at me like you did.”
“No one is going to laugh at you, little spitfire,” he promises me, his hand trailing down to the side of my neck. “If anything, they’re going to be fucking jealous.”
“Why would they be jealous?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
His smile is disarming. “Because I found you first. You’re smart, fucking cute, sexy, and now I know that you’re also going to be fucking wild in bed.”
I gasp. “You don’t know that.”
I haven’t exactly asked any of my exes for reviews, but I don’t think I’d consider myself wild. However, they never really tried anything wild with me.
Do I want what I read in some of my books? Yes.
I guess my mind is pretty dirty.
Would I want to play some of that stuff out with a man like Skull? Yes.
Am I going to? Not likely.
“I’d bet my motorcycle on it. Now come on, let me look at your car. I might need a minute after you stand up.”
“Why?”
He presses his still hard cock against me. “Oh, that.”
“Yes, that,” he replies, amused.
I jump out of the car and see all the men blatantly staring at us with varied expressions of amusement.
Skull sits there for a few moments, turning on the engine, revving it, and checking a few things before getting out of the car and opening the hood.
“Car needs some work, baby, including a new clutch. I can have it done for you by tomorrow evening,” he finally says, closing the hood. “I’ll get Patch to look over it properly now.”
My shoulders hunch. “Okay. Thank you, Skull.”
“Until then, I’ll take you wherever you need to go. But you’re going to have to give me that number of yours so you can message me.” He grins, amusement dancing in those piercing blue eyes.
“I can just take a cab,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.
His gaze lowers to my breasts. “You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” he muses, running his fingers over the stubble on his chin.
“And you’re very used to getting your way with women, aren’t you?” I fire back, flashing him a smile that’s all teeth.
He laughs and closes the space between us. “Come on, I’ll take you home on my bike. You can argue with me more when we get there.”
Fuck.