Burndown (Nitro Crew Book 1)

by Winter Travers

  She let me devour her mouth, let me get my hands tangled in her hair. She let me do whatever I wanted to her because she had the same access that I did.

  She whispered my name against my lips, and that one word was the only encouragement I needed. I trailed kisses down her neck and let my teeth nip her soft skin. She dug her heels into the bed, pressing her sweet pussy against my dick. All of her sweet, wet heat was an invitation my dick was ready to respond to.

  Her hands trailed lightly over my back while her lips fluttered over the pulse pounding rapidly at my throat. Her hand slipped from around my waist and wrapped around my dick.

  “Fuck,” I breathed out. Her hand was like a soft vise, pumping my dick up and down.

  “Is this okay?” she asked timidly.

  Was it okay? It was fucking Heaven. “More than okay,” I bit off. It felt so good. The way she leaned her head back and her eyes connected with mine as she hummed with pleasure was more than I could take.

  “Harlyn…” All I could get out was her name. I knocked her hand away, knowing if she stroked me one more time, this was going to be over way sooner than either of us wanted.

  My fingertips slid along the slick lips of her pussy. “You’re driving me crazy,” I growled.

  “Good,” she whispered.

  I parted the lips of her pussy, her wet heat greeting my fingers. “Is this for me?” I pressed a finger against her clit, and she bucked uncontrollably under me.

  “Holy shit, babe” she muttered. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Remy.”

  I dragged my finger once more across her swollen clit. “You ready for me?”

  She bit her lip and nodded her head.

  “I need to hear it, baby. I need to hear you say you want me.” I sat back, stroking a hand up and down my cock while I waited to hear her. It was torture waiting for her. My cock didn’t want my hand when it knew I was inches away from her sweet pussy.

  “Please, Remy. I need you.” She bucked her hips, urging me to sink into her.

  I dropped on top of her, my lips devouring her mouth. She cocked open her legs, my body fell between them, and I sunk into her pussy.

  With each inch I pushed into her, the more I knew I was never going to let Harlyn go. I was claiming her, and no one else was ever going to have her.

  I pumped in and out slowly, and feeling the push and pull from the tight walls of her vise-like pussy drove me insane.

  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck. She moaned my name and shivered in my arms while I plunged in and out. She clutched me closer and arched her back again.

  I drove deep, my thrusts fast and rhythmic. Her hand fisted in my hair, and a low moan fell from her lips. I felt her pussy contract around my dick, and I knew she was coming. I felt her orgasm burn through her as I thrusted faster, eager to find my own release.

  Her pussy milked me one last time, and I gave a deep groan. I threaded my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back, and brutally pressed my lips to hers. Her hands moved over my back, and she dug her nails in while my hips thrust one last time, emptying my cum inside her.

  “Whoa,” she breathed out against my lips.

  Whoa was right. I collapsed on top of her for a second, then snaked my arm under her back and rolled us over so she was pressed against my side and my back was to the bed.

  I closed my eyes and threw my other arm over my head. My thoughts assaulted me while I enjoyed the feel of her body pressed against me.

  That was amazing.

  She was amazing.

  We need to do that again. Soon.

  She was it.

  She was mine.

  “That was amazing” she mumbled. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and her eyes were closed.

  She looked like an angel lying next to me. An angel who just had sex, but an angel nonetheless.

  She cracked open one eye and looked up at me. “Um, I’m going to need you to say something before my mind starts going a mile a minute thinking that you didn’t enjoy that like I did.” Her body had gone from relaxed and loose to tight and tense.

  “Pretty sure you rendered me speechless, baby. All I can think is you’re mine.”

  *

  Chapter 29

  Harlyn

  “You keep that up, and we’re both going to be late for work.”

  I stopped pressing kisses along his shoulder that was covered with the dark swirls of ink. “Maybe I’m okay with that.” I laid my hand on Remy’s stomach and looked into his eyes. “We could both call in sick. Play hooky.”

  “Don’t tempt me, baby. I’m already trying to figure out how to keep you in bed ‘til next year.” He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

  “I don’t even know why you need to be at work. You guys don’t have a race ‘til next weekend,” I huffed. I liked the idea of not leaving my bed as long as Remy was in it with me.

  Remy rolled out of bed, and I pulled the covers over my chest and watched him hunt around for his clothes. “We need to get the backup engines ready. We were lucky this past weekend we had two ready to go. Right now, we have three engines that need to be rebuilt, and if Frankie ends up not coming back, there is going to be a shit-ton of work that is going to fall on all of our shoulders.”

  I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my arm. “You really think she isn’t going to come back?”

  Remy shrugged and grabbed our pile of clothes off the floor. “I honestly don’t know, baby. I wasn’t there when it all went down so your guess is as good as mine if she gets fired or not.”

  “I don’t think my dad would get rid of her for that. I’ve heard stories in passing of worse things my dad has done being a crew chief.”

  He grabbed his jeans and stepped into them. “But that’s the thing, baby. He’s the crew chief. Frankie is not.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, “but she is the car chief, which is just a step down from Roc.”

  He shook his head and zipped up his pants. “Still hot as fuck you know about racing.”

  I shrugged. “I like it, and it has to do with my job.”

  “The only way we are going to find out what’s going on with Frankie is if we go to work.” He walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of bright orange panties. “Jesus woman, these are like the safety vests the track crew wears.”

  I rolled out of bed and snatched them out of his hand. “I don’t think the man who doesn’t wear underwear himself can have any say about mine.” I reached into the drawer he had open and pulled out a matching bra. “Now, since you are making me go to work and won’t play hooky with me, I need to go shower.” I flounced out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

  “Hey, Harlyn.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw Remy leaning against the door frame. “Can I watch?”

  *

  Remy

  “Lunchtime, dill weed.”

  I glanced up from the manifold I was cleaning up. “Already?”

  “Yeah. It’s twelve-thirty.” Jay tossed his keys up in the air and caught them. “Roc asked me to run and get pizza for everyone. You wanna ride with?”

  I glanced at the closed door that went into the office. “Uh, I think I’ll pass.”

  Jay shook his head. “You’re crazy, man. Although, if you are thinking of going to see your girl, now would be the time. I heard Roc on the phone saying he was heading out to pick up something at twelve forty-five.”

  Fucking perfect.

  Jay strolled out the large overhead bay door, and I wiped my hands on a shop towel.

  After watching Harlyn shower this morning, and then deciding I needed a shower too, we were ten minutes late, but thankfully Roc had been in his office so he didn’t notice. It had been over four hours since I had seen her, and I was jonesing for a taste of her.

  I made my way across the shop and pushed open the door into the office. She was sitting at her desk, her back to me, and her head bowed like she was reading something. I qui
etly shut the door and looked to Roc’s office where the door was open. He wasn't inside, and I knew then was my chance to spend a little time with Harlyn.

  “Jay. I told you just get a receipt for the pizza, and Roc will pay you back later,” she mumbled, distracted.

  “What if I’m not here for money?”

  Harlyn spun around in her chair, a huge smile plastered across her face. “Remy.”

  “Now that’s the kind of hello I was looking for.”

  She sprang up out of her chair and jumped across the few feet that separated us. I caught her in my arms and pressed a kiss to her waiting lips.

  “I missed you,” she whispered. “It’s torture knowing you are just on the other side of that door and I can’t come see you.”

  It did suck. I knew I needed to work, but it would be nice to be able to take a break every now and then to come see her without having to sneak around behind Roc. “He gone?” I asked.

  She nodded, knowing exactly who I was talking about. “He had to meet with one of the sponsors for lunch. Won’t be back for a while.”

  “Is that right?” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I walked us backward to her desk. “I think I have something on my desk I need you to take a look at.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded her head. “Yup. I’m going to need you to sit right here.” She turned me around, my back now to the desk, and pushed me to sit on the edge. “Right here,” she whispered.

  I spread my legs, and she wedged her body in between them. “Just what do you need me to look at?”

  “This.” She pressed her lips against mine and wrapped her arms around me. As usual when it came to Harlyn, I didn’t need much encouragement. She basically had to breathe in my direction and I was ready to go.

  She moaned into my mouth, needing more.

  The kiss was wet, rough, and demanding. More than what we should be doing at work, but that didn’t stop either of us.

  Her moans encouraged my hands to curve around her ass and down the short distance of her skirt to her bare leg. “I told you wearing this skirt wasn’t a good idea,” I mumbled against her lips. “Just makes me what to flip it up and have my way with you right here on your desk.”

  She moaned my name and delved her fingers into my hair.

  “What in the fuck is going on?”

  Harlyn jumped out of my arms and whirled around to see Roc standing in the front door with a scowl on his face and a vein in his neck throbbing.

  “Dad,” Harlyn gasped.

  “Don’t ‘dad’ me, Harlyn. What in the hell is he doing to you?”

  I couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculous question. I had to think it was pretty obvious what I was doing to her, and that she was willing participant.

  “I don’t think that's any of your business.”

  Roc stepped into the office and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pretty sure it is my business when you’re going at it in the front office with my clutch assistant.”

  “Roc, I’m sorry—”

  His eyes sliced to me. “Don’t give a shit what you have to say to me, kid. You’re fucking fired. Get the hell out.”

  Harlyn gasped, but I wasn’t surprised. I knew dating Harlyn held this risk. “I think I should at least have a chance to explain myself,” I insisted.

  “Explain what exactly? Why you have your tongue crammed down my daughter's throat? You can save that explanation for someone who cares,” Roc gruffed. “I want you out of my garage.”

  “Dad,” Harlyn insisted, “You can’t do this. I’m twenty-seven years old. You can’t fire someone because they’re dating me.”

  “Dating?” Roc cringed.

  Harlyn took a step toward Roc. “You fire him, and I quit.”

  “No. That’s not how this works, Harlyn. I know what’s best for you, and this guy is not it.”

  “You know what’s best for me?” Harlyn bit out. “I’m almost thirty, and you’ve maybe spent a total of three months with me my whole life. How can you know what is best for me?”

  “I know getting involved with a guy who is the fucking spitting image of me at that age is not what you want or need.”

  Harlyn pointed at me. “Remy is just like you? How in the hell do you figure?”

  “Your major gripe with me is I was never there. I was always gone on the road or at a race. That is exactly what Remy does. Twenty-four weekends out of the year are races. So that means more than half of the year, he is gone, just like I am.”

  “That’s not true. I may be gone, but I’m still talking to Harlyn, not ignoring her.”

  “We’re five races into the season, how in the hell do you two know what it’s like having a relationship on the road?”

  Harlyn stepped forward. “Because I started dating Remy before the start of the season.”

  Roc’s face turned beet red. “You’ve been dating him for six weeks and I’m just now hearing about it?”

  “Last I checked, I don’t need to run my dating life by you.” Harlyn was pissed. Majorly.

  Roc pointed a finger at Harlyn. “You and I will discuss this later.” He turned his finger to me. “As for you, you’re suspended.”

  “Suspended?” Harlyn yelled. “You have no reason to do that.”

  “Insubordination.”

  “Say what? How is kissing and dating Harlyn insubordination?” I questioned.

  “It is because I say it is.” Roc stormed into his office and slammed the door shut behind him.

  “Well,” I sighed, “I had hoped that would have gone a little better than that.”

  “I’m sorry, Remy. I really didn’t think he was going to go off the deep end like that.”

  “I think your dad went past the deep end, Harlyn.” I hung my head.

  “He can’t suspend you. I’ll talk to him. He’s going to have to accept the fact that you and I are dating.” Harlyn was adamant about that, but I didn’t know what to think.

  “Grain, you have five minutes to get your ass off this property,” Roc yelled from his office.

  “Sweet Jesus,” Harlyn mumbled. “Maybe you should just leave for the rest of the day, and I’ll try to talk to him tonight.” Harlyn ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. “He’s got to see how irrational he is being about all of this.”

  I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’m leaving, baby, but I’ll be the one to talk to him.” I couldn’t send Harlyn to fight my fights for me.

  “Remy, he’s my dad.”

  “And I get where he is coming from.”

  “Where he is coming from makes absolutely no sense. He thinks you’re just like him, when you’re not.”

  I brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I know, baby. Just let me handle this, okay?”

  “It’s not okay, Remy, because what if he doesn’t listen to you, and then he fires you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you lose your job over dating me. You love working here. It’s always been your dream.”

  I sighed and rested my forehead against hers. “It is my dream, baby, and no one is going to take it away from me. If Roc and I can’t see eye-to-eye about me and you dating, then maybe Cummings Racing isn’t the place for me. There are twenty other race teams I can get a job at.”

  “But then we’ll just be giving into his whacked-out idea you’re just like him.”

  I chuckled. “He wants me to stop dating you, Harlyn. Nowhere did I say that was going to happen. I’ll get a new job with a different race team, but there is no way in hell I am going to give you up.”

  “Oh, Remy,” she sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t have been right about my dad freaking out about us, but it looks like you were.”

  “Me being right happens every now and then,” I chuckled.

  “I don’t know how you can have a smile on your face right now.”

  I shrugged. “Because I know freaking out and worrying isn’t going to help. I’m gonna let your dad cool down, and then I�
��ll talk with him.”

  “And what happens with us?” she asked.

  “The same thing that has been happening with us.”

  “And that is?”

  I pressed a kiss to her lips. “If you gotta ask what it is, then maybe it’s only happening on my end.”

  I stepped away, but she reached out and grabbed my hand. “Wait. Are you coming over tonight?”

  “Nothing could keep me away, baby.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead and ducked out the front door.

  I sent off a quick text to Jay letting him know I was gone for the day and walked to my Challenger.

  Roc may think he knew me, but he was dead wrong. I may be on the road a lot with the team, but I wasn’t like him. Harlyn meant everything to me, and the only person I had to prove that to was Harlyn.

  Although, convincing Roc of that would help me keep my job.

  I need to figure this shit out, and quick.

  *

  Chapter 30

  Harlyn

  I glared at the closed office door and tapped my pen on my hand.

  He was being ridiculous. He couldn’t suspend Remy like he had. There wasn’t a reason to. I had spent the past two hours combing over the employee manual and the contract Remy signed to see if it said anything about coworkers dating. There wasn’t a damn thing about it.

  Roc didn’t have a leg to stand on.

  Now I just needed to get the guts to walk into his office and tell him just that. Or, I could always go to Brooks about it. Although, I knew going over Roc’s head was not going to help the situation at all.

  Jay had tiptoed into the office to let me know the pizza was in the shop an hour ago, but I didn’t want to eat. I wanted Remy to have his job back and for Roc not to be such a bonehead.

  I tossed my pen down on the desk and marched over to Roc’s door. I rapped twice on the door and didn’t wait for his response. I pushed open the door and was surprised to see him standing at the window behind his desk.

  “I’m not in the mood to talk, Harlyn.”

  I closed the door behind me. “Good. Then you can just listen.”