Chapter Six
The second half of the day had been eternal.
Stellan had left ten minutes ago. He had walked right past her station, his eyes on hers, a smirk on his lips. She pursed her lips against a smile because she knew he was just playing with her.
She was a mouse, and he was a freaking dragon. Dragons could be full of fire, sure, but they could also be fun. And this one, whatever he was, for sure was an intriguing distraction.
“That’s trouble,” one of the shop guys—Craig his nametag read—said as he watched Stellan head to his truck out the front door.
“That one’s a red flag,” Murph agreed from behind his desk.
Laramie cleared her throat and hid her smile as she looked down at the register she was closing out. Everyone had paid, and her day was done.
“Pick anyone else,” Craig advised.
“Who said I want any of you?” she jabbed back.
Murph blew out a humorous noise.
“Shut up,” Craig told their boss as he left out the front door.
Laramie finished organizing the paperwork for whoever was taking the next shift, and grabbed her purse from under the counter.
“You have a safe weekend, you hear?” Murph asked. He wore a lopsided, knowing grin.
“It’ll be uneventful,” she assured him.
“Mmm hmm.” Her boss shook his head and went back to typing on his computer.
Laramie waved and said her goodbyes, then pushed the front door open to find Stellan had backed his truck up by her car. He stood leaning against the side of his rig, his attention on her.
Laramie pursed her lips and looked both ways before she jogged across to him. He handed her a folded piece of paper with a pen hooked on it.
“What’s this?” she asked, unfolding the blank piece.
“Number,” he said.
Chills of excitement snaked up her spine. She locked her eyes on him for a three-count. Teasing, she said, “And what if I refuse?”
“Then I’ll get it from the employee records on the computer,” he said without missing a beat. “You had your chance to run. You kissed me instead.”
Laramie chewed the side of her lip and then scribbled her number onto the sheet of paper.
“Good girl,” he murmured, taking it from her. He walked around the front of his truck and opened the passenger side door.
Confused, she hesitated. Should she leave now?
“Get in, Laramie,” he said softly.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Don’t smile. Be cool.
She meandered toward the passenger’s side, concentrating so she didn’t trip and fall right in front of him. “Are you dangerous to me?” she asked.
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“Will you hurt me?” she asked, reforming the question.
“Nope.”
He wore the cockiest expression on his face, and his eyes were absolutely blazing right now.
“Survival instincts say I shouldn’t get into the truck with a stranger.”
“I’m not a stranger. I had my hand on your throat today, and you didn’t run. You smiled instead.”
Had she? Geez. What was wrong with her around this man?
Laramie crossed her arms.
“This only makes it more fun for me,” he told her, then jutted his chin at something behind her. “Murph sees you leaving with me, and we’re on camera right now. He knows where I live. Not that it matters. You’re safe.” He shrugged and tilted his face slightly to the side. “Mostly safe.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Literally anything you want to,” he said, oozing with confidence.
She was in a mood she didn’t understand at all. “And if I want to go back to your place?”
A slow, wicked smile stretched across his face. “Then I’ll take you to my place.”
What had gotten into her? This man had some kind of power over her mind.
Primly, she walked to him, brushed his shoulder with hers and looked up at him. “I have a rule.”
“I don’t like rules.”
“You have to be nice to me.”
“I have a rule then too,” he said in a gritty voice.
“What’s that?”
“If I try to be nice, you toughen up if I slip.”
She angled her face. “The niceness starts now.” She waited.
His smile belonged to the devil, but he played along. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then offered his hand to help her up into his truck.
This man was one hundred percent trouble, and she had no business in this truck, but she couldn’t stop this train even if she wanted to.
He was irresistible, and she liked this side of her.
He was bringing out a bolder version of her that she wanted to explore.
Oh, this man was a straight road down to hell, and nothing good was going to come of this, but she was going to have fun on the fall.
Stellan’s engine roared as he pulled out onto the main road. He hit the gas, and pulled up the console between them, then slid his hand directly to her thigh. He dragged his fingertips up her thigh and brushed the apex right between her legs. She gasped and spread her knees wider on instinct.
They’d both left the coveralls behind in their lockers, and right now she was wearing jeans and a tank top. He unsnapped the button of her jeans, and she sank lower into the seat, holding onto his arm to keep him playing.
She’d never done this before! She’d never wanted a man this fast before. She’d never become desperate for a man’s touch so fast. He unzipped her jeans and brushed his touch across the elastic of her lace panties.
Her breath trembled as she spread her knees wider. The tint on his windows was so dark, it felt like their own little world in here. His eyes were intense on the road as he drove with one hand and slid his other hand down her panties and to her slick folds.
“Stellan,” she whispered on a shaking breath as he teased her entrance with his fingers.
His arm muscles were flexed with his movement, and she hugged his bicep as she moved her hips with the pace he rubbed her.
“Inside,” she whispered desperately, and he obeyed, sliding his finger into her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, melting even lower into the seat.
He set the perfect pace to drag an orgasm from her fast. That man knew exactly what to do with her body, and she rocked her hips against his touch over and over. She slid her hand over her jeans, over his hand and pressed him harder to her as she closed her eyes and cried out.
Her orgasm happened fast, gripping his finger in hard, sharp pulses.
She turned and bit his arm gently as she tensed.
When she looked up at him, his eyes were on fire. He wore a hungry smirk and was touching her slower, dragging the satisfying throbbing from her body until there was nothing left.
He pulled his finger from her and said it again. “Good girl.” And then he put his finger into his mouth and sucked at the flavor of her.
He rolled his eyes closed and then opened them again, focused on driving. He adjusted himself, spreading his knees wider, and she could see how ready he was.
He unfastened his jeans and unsheathed his huge, thick cock. He took himself in hand and dragged his grip up the shaft, then back down, legs tense.
“Let me,” she whispered, feeling a confidence that had never belonged to her before.
She unbuckled and laid across the bench seat, took him in hand and slid her lips over the head of his cock.
She took him into her mouth and slid up and down him. Stellan was so tense, his leg muscles like steel under her free hand. He was huge, so she needed her other hand to grip the base while she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
His hand found the back of her hair and gripped her gently, guiding her into a faster pace.
She’d never been more turned on.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck. Laramie.”
She smiled and took him deeper, lapping at his cock as she stayed deep.
He pulled her by the hair gently until she had to sit up. She looked around, conscious for the first time the entire drive that a world existed outside of them.
They were parked somewhere with a fence on one side and the side wall of a house on the other.
“Take your pants off,” he muttered.
If she’d been able to convince herself he was human before now, his molten eyes couldn’t pass for that now.
She should care. She should care! But she didn’t.
She slid her jeans down her thighs, panties and all, and kicked out of her shoes and the fabric.
She turned and he guided her immediately onto his lap. He’d shoved his jeans halfway down his thighs and his erection jutted straight up. God, he was so hot.
Hungry for it, she settled onto his lap and rubbed herself against his shaft. She was so wet, and Stellan’s grip on her hips only made her wetter.
He eased her upward and slid her down over his dick. She took him slowly, eyes on the intensity of his face.
She loved how obvious he was with how good he was feeling. It made her feel powerful.
Slowly, she began to ride him, thighs tensing every time she eased upward. He’d pulled the seat back, and she was only touching the steering wheel with her tailbone when she sat on him deep.
This felt so good, the pressure started growing inside of her quickly.
Stellan pulled her shirt over her head, and her hair fell in front of her face all messy.
He brushed it back and leaned forward, kissed her. It wasn’t the short kiss like earlier. This one was consuming her, tongue clashing against hers, owning her in every way.
She didn’t have to work anymore. Stellan was strong. He lifted her by the hips up and down him like she weighed nothing. She didn’t feel how tight his grip was. All she felt was that beautiful pressure building between her legs.
He was keeping her deeper now, not allowing her to push all the way up. He was driving into her harder, faster. He started pushing into her faster, kept it shallow, his hips moving so smoothly, and he was hitting her just right.
She gripped the back of his neck with one hand, and grasped at the headrest with her other, desperate to sink her nails into something.
She dipped her kiss to his muscular neck and nipped him there. He was straining now, grunting with every grind into her, and her answering whimpers were escaping her too.
Harder. Harder. “Oh!” She cried out as he crushed her against him and spewed jets of heat into her. Her release trembled through her, matching his. They were crying out, rocking the truck, both shaking, both straining.
Breath heavy, she eased back as he slowed their pace. He was dragging every bit of her release from her body. His eyes had cooled, and the wicked smile was back on his lips.
When she slowed to a gradual stop, she couldn’t hide her smile. His chuckle was deep and reverberated straight through her. They had lost their damn minds.
“What the hell?” she asked softly.
He gripped her hips and ground her against him again. “That was you.” He relaxed back against the head rest. “I had plans to at least make it inside the house.”
“Whoops,” she teased, eliciting another chuckle from him. “Um, I should put my clothes on?”
Stellan narrowed his glowing eyes. “Boring.”
She looked around, hiding her tits by staying pressed against him. “Where are we?”
“My place.”
“Okay. What’s the move?”
“Move,” he repeated, the smile slipping.
“You got in my pants. You did it fast. So…what now?”
He pushed her hair back and kissed the tip of her nose. “Feed you and hydrate you, and then fuck you again.”
“Oh.” She tried to hide her grin. “I thought you were just going to take me back to my car when you got what you wanted.”
“You think I can just empty myself in you and then drop you off? You smell like me.” He shook his head. “You trapped us both.”
Confused, she asked, “What do you mean?”
Stellan leaned forward and nipped at her neck, then eased her back far enough to peel his shirt off. He slipped it over her head and helped her get her arms through. The shirt was enormous on her.
He drew her hand to his lips and bit her knuckles gently. “You made the rule. I have to be nice. Dropping you off right now would be rude, wouldn’t you say?”
“Very.”
“So there. Use that as an excuse on why I’m not taking you back to your car anytime soon. You just made me hungrier. That was on you. Your bad.”
He was so cocky. She liked it.
She wiggled her hips, teasing him, still connected to him. “I’m hungry for pizza.”
“Whatever you want,” he promised her.
Laramie grinned. “Veggie pizza.”
“Not whatever you want. You’re not poisoning me or pissing me off with your vegetable bullshit tonight. I’m in a good mood. You can eat some protein. Grab your pants.”
She would’ve pouted but they both had rules to mind. He was being nice by offering to feed her, and she had to be tougher when he told her “no” on vegetables.
He turned off the truck as she eased off of him, and then he got out and helped her down.
And she did the walk of shame across his front yard, sans shoes, sans pants, clad in a thin, oversized white T-shirt that belonged to the almost-stranger she’d just banged in a driveway.
She would try harder to feel guilty tomorrow, but right now she just felt high, sated and naughty, and she didn’t hate any of it.
She’d never felt this powerful before. Not ever.
He gripped her hand in his giant one and led her to the door. And that shirtless man with the body of a demigod opened the door, and he even gestured for her to go in first.
He really was minding the rule.
What a gentleman.