Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2)

by Sherilee Gray

  His answer was to shove one heavy thigh between hers, pressing against her aching flesh. She gasped, and her hips started moving against him all on their own. He captured her mouth again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck while he kissed the hell out of her. He liked to kiss, and she liked that he did. So many guys only did it because it was what you did if you wanted to get to the main event. Not Joe. He totally got off on it, and that made her so damn hot.

  He leaned to the side, grabbing something from his pants on the floor. The sound of foil tearing came next, then he reached down between them and rolled on a condom.

  She moaned, impatient fingers digging into hard muscle. He didn’t make her wait and shoved his other thigh between her legs, spreading her wide. The blunt head of his cock slid across her pussy, once, twice, then it was at her opening. Joe shook as he lifted up onto his forearms and looked down at her.

  She squirmed. Whimpered.

  Then he started to push in.

  “Oh God.” Her back arched as he went deeper, slow and steady, gaze locked on her the whole damn time. She watched him back—she couldn’t help it. The mix of pleasure-pain stealing his features was impossible to look away from.

  “Jesus motherfucking Christ,” he ground out. “Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

  She couldn’t answer, all she could do was gasp and moan.

  “Already addicted to the taste of your pussy.” He nipped her lower lip, his big body shaking hard enough the bed shook with him. “Now I know I’ll never get enough of the way your tight little cunt grips my dick when I push inside. The way those big, soft tits slide against my chest when you’re struggling to take me.”

  His filthy words just turned her on even more. Moaning, she slid her hands down his back and gripped his ass, lifting her knees higher. He cursed against her mouth and thrust in the rest of the way.

  She whimpered again, squeezing the firm globes of his ass tighter. “Ahh…move, Joe.”

  He gasped then slid out and slammed back in. The loud grunt that exploded past his lips sending tingles across her scalp.

  “Fuck, baby,” he husked.

  Then he was moving, his body pounding into her, his mouth never leaving hers, not until he was fucking her hard enough the bed was thumping against the wall and it became impossible.

  Then something started happening, a tingle, an ache. She was going to come again. Holy shit. She could feel it building inside her with every thrust of his cock. He nudged that spot deep inside that had her digging her nails into his ass to keep him there.

  “Oh God, don’t…don’t stop.” She arched, lifting her hips, thrusting them up to meet his, fucking him right back.

  She was close, so damn close, then he lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and she erupted, screaming while she ground up against him, taking every bit of pleasure she could.

  Joe groaned. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s it.”

  He tensed and thrust deep, grinding against her. A raw sound tore from his throat, and she felt his dick pulse, his big frame shaking as he came, groaning her name.

  Finally, he collapsed on top of her, and she stared up at the ceiling in shock. She’d never come that hard, and definitely never during sex. No way was she telling the egomaniac on top of her that, though. She’d never hear the end of it.

  His racing heart pounded against hers, and he was nuzzling her hair, lazily kissing her jaw, the spot just below her ear. She should’ve probably told him to get off, to go home. But for some reason, she couldn’t do it.

  She wasn’t ready for this night to be over.

  Not yet.

  Chapter Ten

  Darcey refused to look back at her bed as she shoved her feet into her work boots. She bent down to do up the laces. God, what had she been thinking, letting him sleep over? So not a good idea. Not when she’d woken this morning wrapped in his strong arms—his cock, thick and hard, resting against her ass. Getting out of bed, ignoring the need thrumming through her veins, had not been easy. But once was enough—okay, that was a complete lie—but it had to be. Anything more was too damn risky.

  “What’re you doing out of bed, woman?”

  Joe’s voice was sleep roughened and sexy as hell. Shit, she’d hoped to be out of here before he woke. Yes, it was cowardly of her to hit it and run, but she didn’t give a crap. She was fully prepared to own her cowardice if it saved her sanity. Straightening, she forced herself to turn and face him…then had to swallow down a needy moan.

  He was relaxed back on her floral sheets, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting on his tight abs. His lips were still puffy from all the kissing they done, and his cheek, the bit not hidden by beard, had indents from the rumpled covers he’d obviously had his face pressed against as he’d slept. The later was kind of endearing. The former made her hot as hell.

  His lips quirked up as his gaze dropped to her work shirt, where Elliot’s Plumbing was scrawled across her chest. “You’re a plumber?”

  “I’m a plumber.”

  “Unusual job for a woman.”

  She shrugged. “I guess.” It was the only job she’d been able to find when she’d been desperate. Then she’d grown to like her boss Jacob a lot. He’d taken on a kind of fatherly role in her life—well, during working hours, anyway. Despite it only being part-time, and as shitty as the job was—no pun intended—she’d stayed. She needed someone like Jacob—someone who gave a crap. Sad and pathetic, but true.

  He stared at her for few long seconds then waggled his eyebrows. “Good thing, ‘cause I have a pipe that needs unblocking.”

  Despite herself, she grinned. “Jackass.”

  He patted the mattress. “Get back in this bed, woman. Work can wait. I have needs.”

  “Nope.”

  “Call in sick.”

  “No.”

  “Come on, I know you want to.”

  Gah! The hopeful, gorgeous—not to mention adorable, yet sexy—expression on his face was killing her. She wanted nothing more than to climb back under the covers with him and let him have his wicked way, which was why it was such a terrible idea.

  “Not happening, dude. Now get up and get going.”

  He flicked the sheet back, exposing the fully naked, fully aroused glory that was Joe Colton. Her gaze swept over his delectable body, and her breasts tightened, her bra suddenly too confining. The pulse already throbbing between her thighs becoming insistent.

  Joe pouted his lips. “The Beast doesn’t like the light, Darce. He needs you to come sit on him for a while, where it’s nice and dark and he can hide, snuggled up tight in your love cave until he feels better.”

  She choked, an unexpected laugh escaping. “Oh my God. You did not just say that. Where the hell do you come up with that shit?”

  The shameless bastard grinned wider. “Come peaches, feed him your nectar. He’s dying of thirst.” He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of leisurely strokes.

  “You’re nuts. Seriously.” A flush climbed up her neck, and she was seconds from tearing off her clothes and jumping on him.

  “No, baby.” He gripped his balls, leering at her. “For as long as you want them, they’re your nuts.”

  “Jesus.” He was just joking around, and God she loved it, loved how he could make her laugh so easily. But they weren’t her…nuts. As much as she wanted him, she couldn’t risk him thinking this was more than it was. A hook-up. One night only. That’s it. But the words wouldn’t come, and she totally punked out.

  Tearing her eyes off him, she grabbed her keys off the counter and grabbed her bag.

  Coward!

  Yep. She was and she didn’t care. She just had to get out of there before she did something stupid. Something that could irrevocably alter her life. And not just the situation with Noah or what could happen if Al or Len found out.

  It may have sounded overly dramatic, but she knew down to her bones, if she let Joe all the way in, she wouldn’t be able to push him back out. And that co
uldn’t happen.

  “Make sure you lock up properly when you leave.” Then she pulled the door open and walked out, ignoring Joe calling after her.

  Ignoring the way all traces of humor had left his voice.

  ~ * ~

  “There’s shit backed up to Timbuktu down there,” Jacob said, motioning to the porcelain throne beside her, ruddy cheeks puffed out in a smile. “Get to work, girl.”

  “Why do I get all the shitty jobs?” she grumbled.

  “You should be a comedian,” Jacob deadpanned, pulling off his Dodgers cap and slapping it on his thigh. “No seriously. Never heard that one before.”

  “Grouchy old coot.”

  “You love me.” Then he shrugged. “And besides, you don’t have much choice.” He headed for the door. “Now quit slacking off and get to work.”

  “And where will you be while I do all the work?”

  He winked. “Coffee break. I’ll be in the truck if you need me.”

  She huffed but didn’t really mean it. Jacob should have retired by now. He’d never said it, but she got the feeling he only carried on because he liked the company, liked having a way to fill his days. After his wife died two years ago, he’d lost that sparkle in his eyes. The talk of retiring, of spending his days fishing, had stopped altogether. Now, he took on just enough work to keep the pair of them busy but nothing more.

  She went to her tools and hauled out her funnel-cup plunger.

  Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Dropping the shit sucker, she pulled it out of her back pocket.

  Joe: What’s up peaches?

  An unwelcome zigzag of electricity shot through her lower belly. Peaches. She shivered, remembering the way he’d called her that last night, his voice low and rough. She quickly shook it off and fired back a response: There’s an anaconda sized turd stuck down a toilet with my name on it.

  Humor is always the safest bet. Keep things light. She definitely didn’t want to be thinking about how she’d left him that morning, all sexy and hard. The way he made her laugh—the way he’d looked at her right before she walked out the door…

  Joe: Ew!

  Darcey: Did you just say ew? That’s not very manly, Colton.

  Joe: You really doubting my manliness after last night?

  No dammit, she wasn’t. Dude could more than hold his own in the bedroom. Hell, he put every other guy she’d slept with to shame, and then some. Her thigh muscles clenched. Nope. She didn’t want to think about that.

  Darcey: Does your ego have its own bedroom?

  Joe: Girl, please. I rocked your world.

  He was arrogant as hell, but he had a right to be. She stared at the screen, not sure how to reply. She didn’t get a chance because her phone dinged with another message.

  Joe: You ran off pretty fast this morning.

  Darcey: Late for work.

  His reply took longer this time, and she knew he wasn’t buying her excuse.

  Joe: Wanna get together tonight?

  Darcey: Are we picking up the Ferrari?

  Joe: No.

  Darcey: You wanna scope out some other cars on your list?

  Joe: No.

  Her belly curled and warmed, the tingly, really good feeling dipping lower. She ignored it. Well, valiantly tried anyway.

  Darcey: What then?

  Nerves fluttered and danced while she waited for his reply.

  Joe: Got a craving for peaches.

  Shit, her knees went weak. Her fingers hovered over the screen, fighting with herself, over how she should answer—how she wanted to answer.

  No. They’d had their night. A night that’d been coming from the first time she’d laid eyes on him. But there couldn’t be a repeat, not if she wanted to keep him at arm’s length. She’d help him get his cars for Al, but that’s all. That was risky enough. Anything more was just asking for trouble. And not just from Al.

  Darcey: Try the grocery store.

  Joe: Har har. You wanna come to mine this time?

  A heavy weight settled in her gut as she typed out her reply. Her fingers felt clumsy, stiff, and it took her three tries before she got her response down.

  Darcey: Last night was fun. But let’s keep this thing about the cars only from now on.

  She hit send then turned off her phone and shoved it into her pocket. There. Done.

  Over.

  ~ * ~

  Joe stirred his drink with more force than was necessary, coffee spilling over the side and onto the break room table.

  The chair across from him squeaked. “Yeah, I think it’s good to drink now.”

  Lifting his head, he eyeballed Hugh, relaxed back, boots on the table, hands behind his head. Smug as fuck. “Don’t worry, Mary. I’ll wipe up after myself.”

  His brother scowled. “Mary?”

  “Poppins.” His phone rang, and he yanked it out of his pocket like it was on fire. Caller ID blocked. Not Darcey. He clicked end call and shoved it back into his pocket. He was not in the mood to deal with telemarketers right now.

  Hugh scowled harder. “Shit, whatever.” He dropped his giant feet and leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. “What’s going on with you? You’re all over the place at the moment. And you just pulled that phone out of your pocket like you were expecting a call from Jennifer Lawrence.”

  Joe scowled back. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He knew exactly what his big brother was saying. Didn’t mean he was willing to share. Not this, and especially not with Hugh.

  “Your mood swings are giving me whiplash. One minute your surly as fuck, the next you’re giving a stellar impression of Bozo the Clown.” He motioned to the mess on the table. “Now you’re abusing your cup of coffee, and before that, you were throwing tools around the goddamn workshop. What gives?”

  “Don’t know what to tell you.” He shrugged. “I’m fine.”

  Hugh’s brows lowered. “You’ve been acting weird as fuck…well, weirder than usual. Don’t try and deny it. You need to get something off your chest? Spill, I’ll listen.”

  That was Hugh, always looking out for his family, putting everyone before himself. He’d done it since he was old enough to work out their old man was useless piece of shit. He’d stepped up. Kept their heads above water and the sharks at bay when they’d been left with a mountain of their father’s gambling debts. Had almost lost Shay because of it. That was why Joe had done what he had. He owed Hugh so much more than he could ever repay. That’s why he couldn’t find out about their debt with Al not being wiped, but instead, transferred to him. Why he had to keep Darcey a secret.

  He couldn’t tell his brother he’d fallen for the woman who had set them up. That that same woman had been driving him crazy ever since he’d laid eyes on her, but now that he’d finally had her, she was all he could think about. That two nights ago, she’d let him in, given him a taste of all that was her, coming apart for him so fucking sweet, so damn perfect, that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard her screaming his name again. Or that he knew, fucking knew, she was made for him.

  And that despite all that, how sure he was about her, she’d made it clear those feelings were not mutual. Had hammered that home when she’d locked it down and shut him out. When she’d walked out on his sorry ass, still in her bed, dick waving in the wind, while he all but begged her to fuck him.

  And the cherry on top—she’d given him the brush off via text.

  So yeah, Hugh was right. He was all over the damn place, but there would be no sharing.

  Joe also knew Hugh better than almost anyone, which meant if he didn’t give him something, he wouldn’t drop this.

  Leaning back in his chair, Joe blew out a frustrated breath. “There’s a woman.”

  A grin stretched Hugh’s lips, flashing his pearly whites. “So Adam was right. You got it bad, but she’s not gonna give you any?”

  Jesus. “Something like that.”

  Joe jumped when Hugh slapped a hand on the table and bust out laughing.


  “Your sympathy is heartwarming.”

  Hugh wiped a nonexistent tear. “Just means you gotta work for it, baby brother. ‘Bout fucking time, too.”

  Joe wished it was that easy. But he wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to get through to Darcey. Yeah, she wanted him, the other night proved that. Beyond that, though? The woman was locked up like Fort Knox, and getting past those barriers she’d built to protect herself would not be easy. Not if she didn’t want him there. The woman had secrets, he knew that much, things she didn’t want Joe in on. And he got the feeling that was the reason she’d pushed him away.

  What that meant for him, he had no clue.

  Instead of sharing this, though, he saluted Hugh with his middle finger. “You can stop laughing now. Anytime.”

  Hugh chuckled for a bit longer then grew serious, a solemn expression transforming his face. “This girl’s worked her way under your skin. I can see that.”

  Joe rubbed that back of his neck. “Yeah.” That, at least, he could be honest about.

  “Put in the effort. I’m telling you, it’ll be worth it.”

  Joe knew Darcey was worth it. He had no doubt on that front whatsoever. Whether she knew that was another story altogether.

  Hugh scratched his beard. “So you think she’s into you?”

  “What is this, high school?” Still, the question bounced around his skull. She may have tried to give him the short, sharp shift, but after the way they’d blown up together, the way she’d held on to him while she slept, wrapped around him like she never wanted to let go… Yeah, she was into him. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself or him.

  He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his seat. “I believe the feeling’s mutual.” He shrugged. “Whether or not that matters remains to be seen.”

  Hugh sat back, as well. “It may not seem like it now.” He grinned again, wide as fuck. “Yanno…with your nuts feeling like overinflated water balloons…but you won’t regret putting in the hard yards. I promise you that.”