Unsteady (The Torqued Trilogy Book 1)

by Shey Stahl

  “Oh God, Red… you feel so good.” Her legs spread wider as we struggle to find proper balance. And then she gasps.

  My body shakes as I groan. The way her pussy curves to my dick, the pressure that’s already building in my groin with how wet and warm she is, it’s too much.

  Maybe it’s my pent-up frustration for no sex in the last two years, but the visual of Lenny bent over this damn bench has me ready to come the moment I begin to move.

  It’s her perfect plump ass, the thickness around her hips and the way they look with my greasy fingerprint all over them.

  Lenny lets out the smallest moan, her hands shuffling on the bench to find something to grip, letting me know she wanted this just as badly as me. They find leverage on the edge, her fingertips white.

  When I begin to move, Lenny’s back arches off as she raises her chest off the bench and I want to flip her over so I can see her amazing tits bouncing with every thrust. But I don’t. Instead, I keep my right hand on her hip and that amazing fucking ass, threading my left into her hair taking a fist full and pulling back with the slightest bit of pressure.

  With each movement, she cries out, begs even. I can barely hear her over the howling wind and rain, let alone see her in the dim lighting but it’s enough I have to slow down a few times.

  “Oh God, Red. Fuck me. Fuck me hard…,” she begs.

  Shit. The way she says my name, it’s all I can do not to blow my load right now.

  I can’t rush this. That’s the last thing I want.

  Squeezing her hip and tightening my hold on her hair, I angle her hips enough that I can go deeper. Thrusting my pelvis upward, she gasps, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. Please.”

  As badly as I want to come inside of her right now, I want to make her come on my dick. I need to see that.

  Gliding my right hand across her stomach, I move it between her legs. Lenny shudders as I drag my thumb over her folds before pressing down on her clit.

  “You like that?” My voice is labored. It’s been a while.

  “Seriously, Red, don’t stop,” she begs, her voice barely audible over the pounding wind and rain. Every time my name passes between her lips, it sends a jolt of energy to my chest, an almost burning stir I begin to crave.

  “I’m just getting started,” I tell her. With the way she’s moaning and panting out heavy breaths, I know what we’re doing. This intensity that’s so fucking consuming, it’s undeniable. It has me fucking her in the shop because I just can’t wait. I have to have her like this. I also know, this isn’t the end. Where I once thought if I fuck her, I could rid the need, I know that’s a lie now. It will never be enough.

  Both palms splay out on the bench as if she knows she should brace herself and she arches her back even more trying to take me deeper. That’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. I move my hand back to her hip and grip tighter, my body repeatedly slamming into hers. With every thrust, my balls slap her pussy causing to her moan louder, the bench shaking and rattling as brake cleaner bottles fall to the concrete with our movements.

  Lenny’s body stiffens as she cries out, her orgasm rolling through her body, a strangled plea falling from her lips as her pussy contracts around me. “Jesus Christ,” I grunt, trying to catch my breath as my breathing spirals out of control.

  Moving my hand down to slowly massage her clit, I coax her along, drawing out the sweet sensations for her, whispering how fucking sexy she is when she finally lets go. I kiss her shoulders, marking her skin with my teeth as I suck and gently bite.

  “You don’t know how fucking badly I wanted to see you come on my dick.”

  When she looks back at me, her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

  Have I rendered her speechless?

  As I bend my head forward, I grip her face and so that I can I make her look at me as our lips make contact. Her greedy tongue meets mine and I flip her around and lay her on the bench, her back pressed against the cool metal as she opens her legs to me.

  Though I can’t see her all that well, the flashes of lightning are enough and the idea that I can’t see everything is somewhat more of a turn on. It leaves a little to the imagination.

  “Christ, you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy,” I curse into her hair, pushing it aside, my hands tangling a fist full before my mouth and teeth find her skin.

  With my hands on the edge of the bench, I take a step forward, the bench hits the wall with my thrust inside her. Placing my hands on her hips, I drive her into my every thrust.

  Her hands raise up over her shoulders and my left hands slips off her hip and onto the bench before I move it to her neck. There’s a moment, a split second when I wonder if I’m being too rough with her.

  “Fuck…!” She moans, arching back as her legs raise up and she lays them on my shoulders.

  Driven with need, my mouth is all over her beautiful legs that have taunted me for weeks as I slam into her, the bench and tools on it shaking as I do so. I can’t take it any longer, my orgasm begins to surface.

  I try to keep going, but there’s not controlling it this time. Thrusting faster, my body tenses, my orgasm so intense I have to grab onto the edge of the bench so I don’t collapse because of its aftershocks, my panting gasping breaths taking over.

  Groaning into the side of her calf, my body shudders against her, pushing forward once more, pulsing with my release.

  I don’t move right away, neither does Lenny as our breathing attempts to even out.

  I gasp when I pull out, the heat and intensity immediately replaced by the harshness of my reality. I just fucked Lenny. In the shop.

  I set her down on unsteady feet, my heart racing. Attempting a deep steadying breath as I try to collect myself, I step back, but I let my eyes wander to her naked ass on that bench and the ink on her side. I’ll certainly never look at my work bench the same.

  She stands, a sheen of sweat has formed across her body almost making her glow in the dim light. It’s clear by her rapid breaths, she’s trying to calm herself down after what just happened. It’s also a good sign. I wasn’t the only one enjoying what we were doing.

  She looks up at me and I wait to allow her to talk first, but instead of saying something, she just starts laughing. Laughing. Not exactly reassuring after what I thought was damn good sex. I mean, yeah it was quick, but pretty fucking awesome if I say so myself.

  “What are you laughing at?” I ask her, unable to hide the uncertainty in my voice.

  She stops and lifts her hand to run through my hair. “I’m sorry. It’s just that your hair is a mess. It’s standing up in all angles and you look like one of those troll dolls I had when I was a kid. You know the ones that you shake and their hair stands up straight.”

  Troll dolls, really?

  I smile and then reach to her hair mimicking her movements. “Yeah, well yours isn’t looking too hot either.”

  A moment of panic flashes in her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. She brings both of her hands to try and comb through her hair, but seems to realize a hot shower and lots of shampoo are her only options.

  I continue to stare at her, noticing her hair isn’t the only victim of our impulsive actions. Her face, breasts and hips are covered in greasy hand prints. Her body looks like a road map of our passion. I fucking love the way I look on her. Almost makes me angry she’s going to erase any trace of this moment as soon as she gets into the shower tonight.

  Watching her, it’s clear now there’s parts of her that were completely untouched until I got my dirty hands on her, marking her in all the ways she needed.

  Another loud crack of thunder and flash of lightning tear me from my trance and I look down realizing that not only are we both standing here naked, but I still have the condom on.

  Her gaze travels the length of my body, taking in the sight before her. Clearing my throat, I reach down and toss the condom in the trash next to my toolbox. I need to remember to empty that before Daniel does th
e trash in the morning. The last thing I need is to come up with a reason why a used condom is in my trash can.

  It’s not that I’m ashamed or regret a minute of what just happened, but until I figure out what’s going on between Lenny and me, I don’t need anyone else giving me shit.

  After I throw the condom away, I reach down to retrieve my jeans. They’re still soaked so pulling them on is a bit of a chore.

  Glancing over to Lenny, she’s followed my lead by gathering her clothes and getting dressed. I groan internally not ready to give up the sight of her incredibly hot body. Turning away, I reach for my shirt.

  Once we both get ourselves together—physically at least—I take a look around the shop. It’s obvious that we’re not getting anything else done with this engine tonight.

  “We should just call it a night. With the power out, we aren’t going to be able to get anything else done tonight anyway. The generator only powers the apartment.”

  Lenny looks at me for a minute, and I can see uncertainty flashing across her face. “Oh, okay. Sounds good.” She turns and begins to walk toward the door.

  “Hold up. Let me just lock up and I’ll walk you around to Tyler’s door.” I quickly walk over to the office door and then the back doors making sure to lock them both. Heading back over to backdoor where Lenny is standing waiting for me, I stop briefly at my toolbox to grab my keys, wallet and cell phone.

  As soon as I get to the door, Lenny steps outside into the rain and heads to the side of the building where the stairs lead to Tyler’s apartment. I walk behind her giving her a little distance, trying not to crowd her. I don’t know what she is thinking right now, and I have to admit, I really hope whatever is going through her mind isn’t regret.

  Once we reach the stairs, I grab her by the arm and turn her around so that she is facing me, pressing her against the side of the building. Rain pelts the side of our faces, cool drops against heated skin.

  Her eyes are aimed at the ground and I use my index finger to lift her chin so that she has no choice but to look at me. Once she does, I can see the conflict in her eyes. It’s obvious her brain is flooded with questions about what just happened. I want to reassure her that everything is fine and we will figure it out, but the truth is I don’t know what tomorrow brings, so I decide to say something to calm her in the moment.

  I move my hand to cup her face, wiping away a smudge of grease and then place my other hand around her waist. Leaning down, I slowly kiss her neck, my open mouth tasting what I know I’m going to think about all night, and then move to whisper in her ear. “Don’t overthink this, Lenny.”

  Lifting my head, I take a step back. We both stand in the pouring rain, barred in a moment until she smiles, one side higher than the other. “See you Monday, Red.”

  Sweeping sheets of water from my eyes, I watch as she enters the apartment not turning around as she shuts the door. Letting out a deep breath, I head to my car.

  Once inside my car, my mind shifts through the memories of the night.

  And I’m hard again.

  “Don’t over think this, Lenny.”

  Pfft. He doesn’t know me very well, does he? That’s all I’ve been doing. Overthinking is my thing lately. Because of that, I slept maybe an hour all night.

  Did he regret it?

  I literally obsess over every move he made last night afterwards, trying to decipher what his words and touch really meant.

  I want to believe being with Red is different, but the truth is, while I know being with Red would be the best thing in my life, it would definitely be the worst thing in his. And not to mention horrible timing.

  I knew from the first moment his lips touched mine, I should stop it. Hell, I even tried after he kissed me the night after the Fourth of July party. But damn. When Red looks at me with those dark eyes and took me in like I was the most desirable thing in the world, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. For one moment in my life, I wanted to be with someone who wanted me just as much as I wanted him. And for that reason only.

  From the time I was a teenager, I had sex for all the wrong reasons. I thought being with someone physically was what was expected of me and really had nothing to do with what I wanted.

  There’s not a moment in my life that I can remember what it was like to be desired in that way.

  I remember the night in every vivid detail from the way his rain-soaked skin tasted, to the overwhelming sensation of contentment when he entered me, to the way his deep voice tickled my skin as he whispered how much he wanted me. Even the memories are too much and my skin flushes.

  I smile, thinking of him. It was just one night, but there’s something about him I can’t shake.

  Rolling over, I contemplate going back to sleep since I’ve only had a few hours, but I can’t sleep.

  Tyler’s door opens, groggy from last night, no shirt on. It’s then I remember his seizure.

  He looks around the room, then back at me before sitting beside me on the couch. “Did the power go out?”

  My cheeks flush as I push my bowl away. I can’t eat. My nerves are all over the place. “Yeah.”

  He quirks an eyebrow at me and rubs his hand over his jaw. “Did you get in a fight with an oil can?”

  I start to fidget. Shit. I didn’t shower last night. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to wash away the remnants of last night. “No. Why?”

  “You look… like you did.”

  “Shut up. And you, bastard…” I slap him on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  He looks confused and stares at me. “Tell you what?”

  “That you have epilepsy.”

  He chuckles, like it’s no big deal and reaches for the remote. “Oh, right. I forgot.”

  “You forgot to tell me?”

  “No.” He waves his hand around. “I mean I was so tired the other day, I forgot to take my medication.”

  “But why didn’t you tell me you had seizures?”

  “I pissed my fucking pants for Christ’s sake.” He shrugs with stiffness, the motion drawing my attention to his shoulder and the back of it that’s black and blue from the seizure. “I didn’t want anyone to know. It’s not a big deal. I’ve had epilepsy since I was like ten. The only people who know are my parents and Red. Mia knows too, mostly because I had to say something when I was hired.”

  “So Raven didn’t know?”

  “No… it’s not like Raven and I do a lot of talking.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Did she say anything when she brought you home?”

  His eyes widened. “Not really. But I don’t remember a lot about yesterday so if she did, I couldn’t tell you what she said.”

  I relax into the couch beside him. “What’s going on with you and Raven?”

  He sighs and lays his head back against the couch. “I’m not sure. But the fucking sex is amazing.” And then he takes his hands and makes a motion like he’s cupping an ass and thrusts his hips up. “Dat ass though.”

  I snort, slapping his shoulder. “Gross. But seriously, you need a plan.”

  He winces at my hit. Probably because he’s so sore. “Why? It’s just sex.”

  “I don’t think it is.”

  “You’re complicating it.” He looks back at the television. “We need to call the sheriff today. We didn’t do it yesterday. He needs to know Ben has a general idea of where you’re at now.”

  “I know. We will.”

  I know I should be concerned about Ben, but last night is the only thing on my mind.

  Tyler glances at me, again. “You should go shower.”

  He’s right. Sadly I should.

  I spend the weekend in Tyler’s apartment. I even avoid Raven’s request to go to the river and a movie, and then feel badly. I was so scared I’d run into Red if I left that I turned into a hermit. Mostly because if I did see him, I wouldn’t know how to act. Monday was going to be hard enough. Especially when I saw that bench.

  THE DREADED DAY ar
rives. Monday morning, the first time I’m seeing Red since the night in the shop.

  The moment I enter, I’m reminded again of the night from the way my body reacted to his powerful grasp, to the sound the bench made with every thrust. My eyes land on said bench, the warmth creeping through me at the memories.

  I can hear him come inside the shop, and Colt greeting him. My body is aware of how close he is by the way my heart beats faster when his breath hits my neck.

  “Here.” He hands me a coffee, bumping my shoulder. “Thought you could use this.”

  “You didn’t have to bring me coffee,” I say, avoiding his eyes. I’m afraid to look at him.

  He dips his head, trying to catch my eyes. “I know. I didn’t.”

  “Oh….”

  He winks, bumping my shoulder again. “Relax. Nova made me get it for you.”

  God, I love that kid.

  “How’d everything go the other night with that Chevy truck that was in here?” Colt asks, coming to stand next to Red and me. “Did you get the transmission out okay?”

  I smile, eyeing Red. “Power went out. We didn’t finish.”

  But we did.

  Red shifts his feet when Colt looks at the ground and then up at Red with a grin.

  Quickly, Red kicks something under his toolbox and when I realize what Red kicked under his toolbox, the condom wrapper, what Colt saw, my cheeks pink with embarrassment.

  “Looks like Rawley must have been in here….” Colt gives a head nod to Red. “Naughty things happened in here.”

  Red shakes his head and hands Colt a repair order. “Get to work, old man.”

  He says something as he’s leaving, but neither one of us catch it.

  I’ve never been so happy that Rawley is an irresponsible shit, but I’m not entirely sure Colt believed that was from Rawley, considering it was on the floor in front of Red’s toolbox. Pretty fucking obvious, right?

  “Sorry,” Red whispers. “I thought I picked that up.”