by Bella Jewel
“He said, ‘Dude, what the hell were you trying to kiss me for?’”
I smile, and my heart warms.
“He remained my best friend all through high school and college.”
“Wow, where is he now?”
“He’s working overseas. He does a lot of goodwill work.”
“That’s amazing.”
He smiles. “Yeah, he still teases me about trying to make out with him.”
I laugh. “He sounds awesome.”
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, studying me. “Tell me an awesome thing that changed your life.”
I think back, and one thing pops into my mind and I smile. “I was just shy of ten, and there was this boy next door. He was in a wheelchair, but he was one of my close friends. I used to play with him all the time. One day I was walking home from school, because we lived really close to it. I saw a group of boys around him, teasing him and picking on him. One of them pushed him out of his chair and he landed on the ground so hard he busted his knees and elbows.”
“Shit,” Tazen says, his eyes hard. “That’s fucked up.”
I nod. “Anyway, I ran over, like the powerful ten-year-old I was. When I reached the boy that pushed him out, I raised my knee and hit him right in the balls. He went down hard, too, and he screamed so loudly people stopped and stared. Then I gave him a mouthful, telling him off so badly he ended up picking up my friend and putting him back in his chair. He disappeared with his tail between his legs.”
Tazen grins. “That’s my girl!”
I blush. “Well, I was a tomboy.”
He smirks. “Baby, you still are.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
His eyes flash with something more than lust. “No, it’s a fucking amazing thing.”
Gosh.
“Now,” he says, standing. “You ready to see this car?”
I leap to my feet. “Absolutely.”
* * *
“I thought Chief looked hot before,” I say with wide eyes. “But now … holy shit, she looks amazing. Red is totally her.”
Tazen snort laughs and I turn and stare at him as the painter sprays a gorgeous candy apple red over Chief’s newly prepped body.
“Ever think it’s funny that the car’s name is Chief but we all refer to her as, well, a her?”
I shake my head. “No, it suits her. It’s tough but beautiful, because Indian chiefs are truly beautiful. I couldn’t think of a better name.”
“You’re right about that, she’s probably the best car I’ve built in a long time.”
“Tazen Watts.”
We turn to see NASCAR champion, Jimmy Fordola coming in. I want to fan girl, but that would be uncool, so I simply smile like a loser and watch as Tazen steps forward and stretches out his hand. “Jimmy, how’s it going, brother?”
Jimmy nods. “Fucking great, dude. Chief is getting a makeover and I’m firing through the championship lines. It doesn’t get better.”
“How’s she handling?”
“Fucking beautiful,” Jimmy says, staring at his car. “Wouldn’t have changed the color if it wasn’t for my opponent having the same color. You could say that doesn’t sit well with me.”
Tazen laughs. “Yeah, I get you. Jimmy, this is my girl, Quinn. You met her at the unveiling of Chief.”
Jimmy looks over to me, but my heart is doing beautiful happy dances because Tazen just called me his girl again. Fan girling be damned, that takes the cake.
“Quinn?”
I blink and turn to see two pairs of amused eyes on me. I smile sheepishly and extend my hand. “It’s awesome to see you again, Jimmy.”
He takes my hand and shakes it. “You too, love. What do you think of Chief’s makeover?”
“Orgasm worthy.”
Both their brows shoot up and I laugh. “Come on, boys, you can’t say my words aren’t the perfect fit?”
Tazen nods, and Jimmy throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Tazen, dude, I think I like your new girl.”
I beam.
“Yeah, she’s all right. Did I tell you she’s a mechanic?”
Jimmy turns to me. “No shit, that’s impressive.”
“Thanks.”
“Well,” he says, turning towards Chief. “I was just checking in to make sure I didn’t end up with a pink car. I’ll catch you guys at my next race?”
Tazen looks to me and my eyes go wide with excitement.
“Think that’s a yeah.” He grins, taking Jimmy’s hand again. “Good to see you.”
“You too, catch you.”
“Later.”
When we’re done looking over the paint, we head on out. Both of us happy. Both of us wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.
This might prove to be an interesting afternoon.
* * *
“Later, boss.”
I pretend to be dallying around with my clothes as the last of the guys leave the garage that night. I wait until the door closes before turning and laying my eyes on Tazen, who is walking out of the office with serious determination in his eyes. He’s wearing on old pair of jeans and no shirt, because he was midway through “pretending” to get changed.
When he reaches me, his arm hooks around my waist and he spins me around towards the Mustang that’s behind me. He reaches down, lifting a sheet off the floor and places it over the hood, grinning. “Don’t want to scratch her.”
I laugh but that’s cut short when he spins me around and takes my arms, pulling them behind my back. “Now we play it my way,” he murmurs into my ear as he places a hand in the middle of my back and pushes me down onto the hood. My cheek hits the sheet and my excitement levels rise.
“Do as I say, and it’ll feel good, baby. Don’t…” He runs a hand over my ass. “And it won’t.”
I shudder.
He takes hold of my jeans and reaches around, unbuttoning them and pulling them down over my hips and off my legs. I step out of them and color rises to my cheeks when I realize I’m bent over, with no pants on. “Fuck,” Tazen growls, and my embarrassment quickly flees, leaving me only with lust. He likes what he sees.
I like that.
I hear him shuffling around, then he steps forward and places a warm, hard hand on my ass. He squeezes roughly and I whimper, going up on my tiptoes. “Stay still, angel, or I’ll make this ass sting.”
Oh boy.
I stop moving and he runs his hands over my backside, before dipping lower and gliding through my exposed sex. I groan as he rasps, “Fucking wet already. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Quinn. Make it detailed.”
Dirty fucker. I love it.
“I want,” I gasp as he dips a finger into my heat and finds my clit. He starts massaging it gently.
“Yes?” he prompts.
“I want … oh God.”
“That’s not an answer, baby. Last chance. What do you want?”
“For you t-t-t-to…” Dammit he’s rubbing so perfectly, sparks are flying right to my core and I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel his fingers all over me.
His hand comes down with a slap over my bottom and I cry out. He reaches down and squeezes my ass cheek where he just slapped it.
“Now,” he growls. “What do you want me to do, Quinn?”
“I want … I want you to lick me.”
“Lick you where?” he says in a thick voice.
His finger is running up and down my ass crack now. God. I wish he would just stop. This is pure torture.
“R-r-r-right there,” I gasp, arching up as he slips a finger inside my sex.
“Here, baby?”
“Y-y-y-yes.”
“You want me to lick your sweet pussy?”
I cry out and yell, “Yes, god, yes.”
He slips his fingers from my depths and I hear a thud as his knees hit the floor. Then he leans forward and buries his face right into me. I squirm forward, n
ot loving the position, but with a few adjustments, he manages to tilt his head and slide his tongue right in. His fingers and mouth work my clit and sex, and I throw my head back in ecstasy, not just over the erotic position but how incredibly amazing it feels.
“Tazen,” I yell, uncaring if anyone outside can hear. “Fuck. Yes.”
I come so hard my knees buckle. Tazen’s arm goes around my belly and he holds me still as he licks every last shudder from me. Then he hangs onto me as he stands. “Get your footing baby, you’re about to need it.”
The sounds of his zipper going down and a condom wrapper being torn alert me to the fact that I most certainly will need it. His hands find my hips and he curls his body over mine, his cock pressing into my ass as he whispers in my ear. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
“How do you feel about hair pulling?”
My body spasms. God, is it wrong that I would seriously love that? I couldn’t imagine anything better than Tazen taking hold of my hair as he drives his cock in and out of my flesh.
“I think I would love that.”
He nips my earlobe. “I knew there was a good reason you and I hit it off.”
He pushes off me and slides his hand up my back until he reaches my hair. He tangles his fingers in the back of it, then he presses his cock to my entrance and pushes in, in one hard thrust. I cry out and my feet skitter forward as the amazing sensation swarms over me. My fingers curl into the sheet and Tazen’s fingers tighten in my hair.
Then he uses it to tip my head back slightly as he starts fucking me. We’d be quite the picture, with me bent over this beautiful car, Tazen’s hands tangled in my hair, his cock driving in and out of me. The very image has my moans going from soft to frantic as my pussy hugs him, already needing a release. His grunts are low, deep and damned sexy as he drives deeper and deeper.
I push up on my hands as he tugs my hair harder. My neck is titled backwards, my back bowing and god, it feels fucking incredible. The sounds of our skin slapping are echoing through the garage and I am charging closer and closer to that edge.
“I’m going to,” I gasp. “Tazen, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
He fucks harder and I explode with a scream. My entire body breaks out into a thousand tingles as the most intense pleasure roars through me, finding every nerve and lighting it on fire. I scream Tazen’s name over and over again, and he becomes frantic with his movements. Then he lets off a loud bellow and stills inside me, tugging my hair harder and grinding his hips against mine.
We’ve barely come down from our high when the sounds of banging interrupt us. I flinch and all my remaining tremors rush to my stomach and turn into nerves. Who the hell would that be? Tazen turns his head to the side and stares at the garage door. He narrows his eyes and then stiffens when a husky female voice calls out, “Tazen Watts, get your fine ass out here.”
“Fuck,” Tazen grunts, pulling out of me quickly.
My knees wobble as I push off the car and turn to him. “Who is that?”
“That is Sheyenne. You should go.”
He leans down and lifts my jeans, tossing them at me without a glance. My heart burns as he doesn’t even give me a second glance as he walks towards the door, buttoning up his jeans. “Get those clothes on,” he orders, not looking at me. I swallow the hurt rising in my chest, as I watch the man who just fucked me turn cold as ice.
“I … I have to go out that door.”
He stops as he reaches it and looks over his shoulder at me. “Fine. Just tell her you work here.”
Why should I tell her anything?
She’s not his girlfriend … is she?
I’ve heard her name thrown around a bit lately and Murray said something about them dating for three years. Is there something I don’t know? My body fills with anxiety as I put on my jeans and stand, pulling them up. I run my fingers through my hair, pull the sheet off the car and watch in horror as Tazen tucks the condom into his back pocket. Then he reaches for the door.
I scurry towards the female bathroom, not wanting to make it seem obvious that we just had some seriously amazing sex. I get in just as I hear him say, “What are you doing here, Shey?”
The door shuts behind me and I press myself against it, taking a few panting breaths. I press a hand over my heart, steadying my breathing, before walking over to the mirror and splashing some water on my face. I’m midway through doing this when the door swings open and Sheyenne comes charging in.
I stop abruptly and take in the stunning woman in front of me.
She’s possibly Italian, or maybe Spanish. She has long, raven hair that is tack straight and falling to her waist. Her eyes are as dark as the night and her skin is coffee and cream. She’s tall, she’s lean and she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
“And he tells me he has no one in here,” she says, waving a hand at me.
“Sheyenne,” Tazen barks, taking her arm and hauling her backwards as I stand, confused. “Get out of here. She’s my employee.”
Sheyenne throws her head back and laughs. “You think I’m stupid? I know how it looks after you’ve been fucked by Tazen Watts, because I’ve been fucked,” she stares at me, right in the eye, “by Tazen Watts.”
Oh boy.
This is getting awkward fast.
“Ah,” I say. “I’m just leaving.”
“Damn right you’re leaving, bitch,” she hisses.
My back straightens. I can handle a nasty woman, but a woman that calls me names when she doesn’t even know me … I don’t think so. Tazen notices my shift, and tugs Sheyenne harder.
“You know,” I say in a sugar sweet voice. “You’re right, I did fuck him just now. Last time I checked, he was a free man. Oh, and it’s rude to call someone a bitch when you’re one yourself.” I wave a hand between us. “Pot, meet kettle.”
Her eyes flash with a level of crazy I have never experienced before. This woman is wild, and she doesn’t do anything to hide it.
“What did you just say to me?”
I step forward. “You heard me.”
“Enough,” Tazen says, stepping between us, and then he looks to me. “Quinn, you should probably go.”
I blink at him, but he’s giving me nothing. He’s shutting down around her and I want to know why, but right now I feel too hurt to think about it. He wants me to leave. He’s just kicking me out. That hurts.
“Yes, bitch, you should go,” Sheyenne yells. “Because if you don’t go, I’ll lose my shit and that won’t be pretty. I’ve been trying to contact you for weeks, Tazen, and this is how I find you.”
She goes from angry to pouting in about three seconds.
“Told you, Shey,” he mutters. “None of your business.”
“You’re always my business,” she says in a way that freaks me the hell out. “Now get rid of your little toy so you can play with a real woman.”
Oh. My. God.
I open my mouth to retort but Tazen looks to me. “I’ll call you later.”
I blink and hurt swells in my chest.
He is kicking me out, even after she just insulted me. He’s just going to let her treat me like a dog. I look to her and she’s smiling at me. I give her a cold smile back. “You’re welcome to him, I don’t really go for the quick fuck type anyway.”
“Quick?” She scoffs. “Tazen Watts isn’t quick, honey. He’s slow and thorough.”
“Oh,” I say casually. “Well maybe he was like that with you because you’re so,” I look her up and down, “boring. It must be hard not being able to excite a man enough that he can—”
“Enough,” Tazen barks, cutting me off.
I glare at him, and then I step past the two of them. “Have fun. You deserve each other.”
With that I rush out the front door, horrified, humiliated, hurt and most of all, angry. How dare he treat me like that as soon as she comes in?
Maybe I was wrong about Tazen.
; Maybe a leopard really never changes its spots.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“So it’s been worth it then?”
I’m out to dinner with Jace, because I haven’t seen him for a week. Besides it’s a good distraction. I don’t want to think about what happened with Tazen tonight. I don’t want to think about Sheyenne and what role she plays in his life and I certainly don’t want to think about how much it fucking hurts.
“It’s been a great experience,” I tell him, which is the truth. Working with Tazen has been amazing.
“And you got to build?” he says. “Lucky bitch.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I must admit that part is fun.”
“Fun,” he scoffs. “That shit is epic.”
I nod and look down at my half-eaten burger.
“You’re not yourself tonight, Quinnie.”
I shrug. “It’s been a long week, Jace.”
He reaches over the table and taps his finger on my hand so I look up at him. His eyes are concerned and he studies my face. “But that’s not all it is.”
I sigh, slumping. “No, it’s not.”
He frowns. “Tell me it’s not Tazen…”
I swallow and look away.
“Ah, Quinnie … you didn’t.”
I continue looking away.
“You did,” he declares. “Shit.”
I nod turning back to him. “That about covers it.”
“So, was it one time or…”
My cheeks burn. “No, it’s been a few.”
“Quinn,” he says, seriously. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Coming from the guy who probably has an entire bed with notches on it.”
He gives me a look and I snort.
“I don’t work with the women I fuck, and I certainly don’t like them.”
“You just made yourself sound like a giant douche.”
He shrugs. “At least I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”
“Okay, so Tazen’s my boss and we took things a little too far, but I like him, Jace. A lot.”
“Jesus, woman,” he says, titling his head back and muttering some curses.
“You can’t help who you … like.”
He stares at me, unamused.
“Let’s change the subject.”
He crosses his arms.
“Ack,” I mutter, throwing my hands up. “Come on, Jace, let’s just talk about something else. I’ve had a bad enough day as it is.”