Chapter 1 Finn #2
I glance over my shoulder and see the rest of the boys eyeing her, ignoring their work. My jealousy flares, and without thinking, I take her by the arm and pull her around the corner into the closet room where we keep spare tools.
“What are you—?”
I slam the door shut behind us, causing her to jump.
“There is one little problem, princess,” I growl, my eyes tracing the outlines of her breasts, visible through the sheer white blouse she’s wearing. “This is a bike shop, which means there’s an extra fee for working on cars.”
Her beauty is hypnotic up close. Skin like ivory, youthful and unblemished, her nails perfectly painted with glossy red polish, and a delicate golden necklace hanging from her slim neck, accentuating just how delicate she is.
And here I am, callused and covered in grease, wearing a worn-out T-shirt and jeans that are more oil than denim.
If her dad even knew she was standing here with me, he’d have a heart attack.
“An extra fee?” Her eyes open wide. Is that fear or anticipation? She’s breathing heavily, causing her breasts to rise like she’s begging for me to breed her.
“That’s right.” I nod, moving in closer, our bodies almost touching. “It’s a fee reserved for gorgeous princesses who think they own the world.”
“Th—think…what?” she stammers, but I cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell her. “Show me that sexy body.”
Her jaw drops, but she does as she’s told and reaches for the top button of her blouse, her bottom lip quivering. She’s frowning like she doesn’t understand. Like she can’t believe I would want her. Like she has no idea the effect she has on men.
“Stop fucking around,” I growl, pressing her up against the wall and snatching the fly on her pants down. She gasps as I tug them past her knees, revealing the innocent skin of her thighs. “Don’t act like you’ve never done this before.”
Why am I so pissed off?
I know why.
It’s the thought of all those country club assholes who never gave a damn about her but fucked her anyway, just to add another number to their body count list.
Reaching down, I slide my greasy hand between her legs and press two fingers against the lace fabric of her panties.
She’s already wet. And not just a little.
She wants this.
Is that why you came here, princess? To rebel? To be fucked in a filthy garage by a man your dad would never approve of?
“A bit different than the frat boys,” I growl. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she mutters. “I haven’t been to college.”
I freeze. My whole body tenses up, and I lock eyes with her. “Don’t fuck with me. How old are you?”
“Eight…eighteen,” she stammers, her face cherry red. “My birthday was last month.”
Her words hit me like a truck. If she’s only eighteen, that means there’s a chance she’s innocent, pure. That she hasn’t been claimed yet, that no other man has had her. And if that’s true, then I’ll damn sure be the first.
“But Daddy’s gonna buy you into the best schools in the country, isn’t he?”
Her eyes narrow, and she glares at me like I’ve just struck a nerve. “Fuck off,” she says fiercely, turning away. But I don’t let her. I cup her chin and force her to look at me while pressing my two fingers against her soaked panties.
It’s an amazing sight when her eyes go wide as the pleasure hits her. I snatch her plump ass with a tight grip and pull her into me, feeling her breasts against my chest, her perky nipples hard with arousal. She can pretend all she likes, but she wants this.
Pre-cum wets my thigh as I pull her panties aside and slide my fingertips into the bare, wet folds of her teenage pussy.
I look down at her tiny little slit and growl, every savage and primal impulse I have rising to the surface.
Maybe no one else has seen it. But then why is she willingly allowing this?
Why isn’t she resisting? Shouldn’t she be holding out for the captain of the Harvard crew team?
I should ask, but I’m not sure I want the answers.
What I want is right in front of me.
I circle her clit with my thumb. Her body jerks against the shelves, knocking a crate of hydraulic fluid to the floor. A whimper trembles from her mouth, forcing my lips into a crooked smile.
“Oh my God,” she mewls. “That feels so—”
“Incredible?” I ask. “I know, princess. I’m a mechanic. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to use my hands.”
She moans and lets her head fall against my chest. Instead of pushing me back, she braces herself against me with both hands. From the way she’s reacting, I’m guessing no man has ever touched her like this before. And that just gets me even harder.
I snatch my pants down and pull out my cock, swollen and thick, and slide it between her thighs, coating my shaft with the juices dripping from her sweet valley.
I want to bury my inches inside her, split her little cherry and make her mine, but from the way her body is quivering, I can tell she’s right on the edge already.
If I stop now, I could ruin her orgasm. So instead, I pick up the pace and apply more pressure to her tiny pleasure button.
“Fuck!” she cries out, spilling out a slur as she comes.
I can’t control myself. I reach down and slide my other fingers inside her, wetting them so I can stroke my cock with her soak.
She moans heavily, and I feel my balls go tight.
Even if I wanted to take her virginity right here in the closet of the shop, I wouldn’t be able to. I’m going to burst—
All over that perfect face of hers…
“Get down on your knees,” I growl, snatching that perfect chestnut hair of hers and forcing her down in front of me, her body still twitching from orgasmic shock.
“W—what are you doing?” She pants as I jerk my hard-on, her pretty pink tongue hanging from her mouth as if welcoming what I have for her.
She doesn’t belong in this place. We both know it.
Her skin is flawless, her makeup is perfect, her face is a work of art.
And I have to ruin it.
That’s the kind of bastard I am. A Heartless Bastard. An outlaw who she has no business being anywhere near.
When I come, it’s like a rocket being launched into space.
An orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced crushes me into oblivion.
I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from toppling over as I coat her model-worthy face in my spend, which just keeps coming and coming. The biggest load of my life.
“Jesus…” I hear her mutter. When I finally am able to open my eyes again and look down, she’s looking up at me with an expectant look on her face. I turn, grab some paper towels from the shelf behind me.
“Here, let me clean you off—”
“No,” she snaps. “I can do that myself, thanks.”
She uses one hand to mop up my mess from her face, while keeping the other hand on her pussy, which must still be throbbing. I have to have her again, but once I’m able to control myself and not blow my load instantly.
“You should leave me your number, just in case—”
“I—I can’t do that,” she says as she quickly pulls up her pants and shakes her hair over her face. Before I can stop her, she’s out the door.
I race after her, trying not to make a scene in the shop, but can only watch as she slides into her Benz like she’s been cast in a car commercial. All style, all glamor.
Am I gonna let her go?
Fuck no.
Stealthily, I pull out my phone and take a quick shot of her plate before she pulls out of the lot. I’ll have my cop buddy run it later and tell me who the hell she is.
Then I’ll find her and make her mine.