Misadventures with a Speed Demon

by Bliss, Chelle

  FAITH

  After I slip into something a little more comfortable and a lot more revealing, I carefully pad across the floor, making a detour toward the couch on the way to my bed. My gaze is fixed on Brooks’s bare, moonlit chest beckoning me like a beacon in the darkness. His rock-hard body calls to me in a silent tease, and my fingers itch to touch him. In a moment of weakness, I lower myself down next to him. He doesn’t stir as the couch dips from my weight. With the alcohol coursing through my system, my mind is fuzzy, but the one thing I know for sure is I like Brooks.

  More than I should like a man I barely know. More than I should like an employee. The simple fact that I haven’t been with a man in any way for over a year doesn’t make my ability to stop fantasizing about Brooks any easier.

  “Brooks,” I whisper, watching him carefully for any sign of consciousness. Brooks’s chest steadily rises and falls as his eyes remain closed, but he doesn’t stir. I reach my hand out and gently touch him, careful not to wake him up. For a second, I think he’s passed out, and I sweep the pads of my fingers across the most luxurious hardened silk of his flesh.

  Just as I am about to pull away, he wraps his hand around my wrist. I freeze as my gaze snaps to his face, connecting with his piercing blue eyes. “What are you doing, princess?” His voice is hoarse and needy.

  “I don’t know,” I admit but do nothing to retract my hand as my fingertips hover over his chest, trapped by his grip. We stare at each other with only the sound of our breathing filling the large open space.

  “You’re playing in dangerous territory.” He sweeps his tongue across his bottom lip.

  I focus on his mouth, watching the slow drag of his tongue. My insides flutter as if I’m in a trance. “I know.”

  “You need to go to sleep.” His grip tightens, throwing me mixed signals and confusing me.

  “Brooks,” I whisper and squeeze my legs together, trying to calm the ache. “We can’t do this.”

  “I know.”

  Neither of us move. We stare at each other as the air around us crackles as if some invisible force field is holding us together. My pulse quickens, and my breathing becomes more labored.

  “It’s been so long since anyone’s touched me.” The words come out easy. Too easy. “Maybe you should kiss me so we can get whatever this is out of our systems.” The tequila logic totally works for me. I mean, that could work—a single kiss could kill the attraction I’ve felt since the moment I laid eyes on him.

  Marcus, my last boyfriend, was an awful kisser. I should’ve known we would never last, but I really liked the guy and tried to get over my kissing hang-up. I figured in time, he’d get better, but it never happened. The day I caught him banging my sorority sister, giving her the sloppy kisses I thought were reserved just for me, wasn’t the easiest pill to swallow but made ending the pointless relationship easier. Maybe Brooks kisses worse than Marcus… It could totally happen.

  Brooks lets out a shaky breath and glances toward the ceiling. “So dangerous,” he says into the darkness.

  “I won’t tell if you don’t.” I smirk. “Plus, it may be the worst kiss ever.”

  He pins me with his eyes, and all the air rushes from my lungs. “Princess, I’m a damn good kisser.” His fingers relax around my wrist as an easy smile plays on his lips.

  I bite the side of my bottom lip as the couch dips when Brooks shuffles closer. “You sure you want to do this?” He places his hand above my hip, and I shiver from his touch.

  “Yes.” My voice shakes on the single syllable, craving more.

  He shifts but never breaks contact, keeping his hand on my hip as he faces me. “Come here,” he says, tugging on my hip and pulling me toward him.

  The delicate butterflies from earlier are back and bouncing off my insides as I climb into his lap. Our eyes are locked as I settle against the hard bulge in his jeans and lean forward, sending tiny sparks throughout my system at the contact.

  “Just a kiss,” I say, splaying my hands against his rock-hard chest and loving the soft warmth of his skin against mine.

  “Just a kiss.” He nods slowly as he flickers his gaze to my mouth. One arm snakes around my back as I lean forward, hovering my lips near his. “Only one.”

  My heartbeat thunders in my chest as he pulls me closer. This is it. The moment of truth. I hold my breath, waiting for his lips to touch mine as I practically squirm against him. He tightens his grip on my hip, stopping the slow slide of my pussy against his cock. I start to pull away, but Brooks slides his hand up my back and leans forward, sealing any doubt I had with his lips. There is nothing sweet about this kiss as he grips the nape of my neck.

  I let out a tiny sigh and breathe again before losing myself in the kiss. Our tongues tangle in a haphazard and desperate dance of lust. I push my fingertips into his chest and squeeze my thighs against his hips, pressing my core against his thick shaft.

  I am desperate with need and overcome with greed as I rock against his cock. The roughness of his palms as his hand gropes my ass sends ripples of pleasure down my spine. Unable to control myself, I pick up the pace, grinding against him rougher than before.

  Firmly holding my neck with one hand and my ass with the other, he pulls his lips away. “Slow down, Faith.”

  “I want you,” I moan and stare down at him, filled with so much pent-up energy that I want to tear his jeans off and ride his hard-on until I pass out.

  His lips cover mine again, stifling every moan that reverberates from the back of my throat. My body shudders when his hand slides between my thighs and brushes against me from behind. Raising my core from his jeans, I push my ass toward his hand, wanting more of him.

  So much time has passed since I was touched by anyone other than myself, I almost forgot how much pleasure a man’s touch could give.

  “So. Wet.” Brooks moans against my lips when he presses his fingers against my opening.

  My body is practically shaking with want. I ache to be filled and consumed by the rock-hard man beneath me. When his finger finally pushes inside, I clamp down, relishing the feel of him inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper against his lips as I push my bottom out farther to give him better access. I want to be stretched out in order to lessen the throb Brooks has caused between my legs.

  “I’ll fuck you in time, princess. I want to feel your beautiful pussy come against my fingers.”

  I buck against his rough palm, pushing his long finger deeper. He answers my silent plea and presses another thick finger inside, making my insides rejoice with pleasure. My entire body quakes as he pulls his fingers out and plunges them back inside. Leaning forward, I press my clit against the coarse denim of his jeans and the only thing that separates his cock from me.

  I rock backward, fucking myself against his hand as he curls his fingers inside and drives me closer to the edge. Our motions are smooth and seamless, like we have done this a million times before. He hits the right spots and never misses a stroke, even when I pick up my pace, grinding my clit against him feverously.

  I’m so close to orgasm that I dig my fingers into his chest, grounding myself to him. My insides tighten around his fingers as I slam my body against his wide digits that are working me like a master.

  He pulls my face closer, swallowing every sound that comes from my throat and grows louder the closer I come to that long-awaited orgasm. With a harder, deeper thrust of his fingers, my body coils, and pleasure rockets through my system. I can’t breathe. My body spasms, and colors explode behind my eyelids.

  I tremble against his chest, and my arms shake. I try to hold myself upright through the frenzy. His lips never leave mine, feeding me air when my lungs cease to work.

  When I pull my face away, I glance down at the man lying under me. His lips are fuller, red from the kiss, but filled with more hunger than before. I gasp for air, trying to regain my composure as my body jolts with aftershocks.

  My hardened nipples poke through the delicate fabric and sc
rape against his chest. Brooks doesn’t say a word as he sits up, and his fingers ease out of my wetness. Our bodies stay connected. Even after an amazing orgasm, I want more.

  He leans forward, cradling my back in his hands as he lays me down on the couch. Covering my body with his, he places his lips against my neck and kisses my tender flesh. I reach between us, fumbling with his zipper because I want nothing more between us. I still crave to be filled by him and to watch his face as he comes inside me.

  My breath hitches when his mouth covers my nipple, tonguing me through my teddy. I work faster, tearing at his jeans and using my feet to push the fabric down his legs.

  “I need you,” I say when his cock springs free and spills between my legs. When he doesn’t move his hips fast enough, I dig my heels into his ass and push him against me. “Fuck me.”

  He lifts his head, peering down at me through the darkness with turbulent eyes. “Maybe we…”

  I seal his lips in a kiss and palm his cock in my hand, stroking the hard length so the tip bumps against my wetness. He moans with pleasure, closing his eyes as he moves his hips toward my opening.

  As the head of his cock pushes into me, I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back to give him full access. I want every bit of his length inside me.

  Our kiss becomes more frenzied, and his strokes become more targeted. He rears back and slams into me, stealing my breath. I tangle my fingers into his hair and drag my nails against his scalp as he thrusts inside. There is a deliciousness to the pounding. The relentless pursuit of his pleasure pushes me toward another orgasm.

  No man has ever given me two. Not until Brooks Carter. I push the thought away. This is a one-time thing, scratching our itch and getting need out of our system so we can work together for the season. It’s a shame he is so skilled with his cock and he’s an employee, because I could get used to pleasure like this.

  He slows for a moment, grinding his hips and moving his cock inside me without pulling out. Whatever he’s doing causes my mouth to go slack and all thought to vanish.

  I push my head into the couch cushion, letting Brooks control the movement and pace as our lips devour each other. I could lie like this all night and be fucked by him.

  A few seconds later, the slow assault of his hips changes, his movements quickening with urgency. He slams into me, pounding my clit with every thrust and sending me right over the edge. This orgasm is different than the first and much more intense.

  My toes curl, and I am unable to stop my eyes from rolling back as pleasure crashes over me. Brooks follows, grunting as he collapses on top of me. I gasp for air as our sweat-covered bodies stick together, and I realize I’ve made a mistake.

  Chapter Four

  Brooks

  My eyes snap open, and I turn my face toward the soft snores echoing across the room. I slept with Faith Ridley. I sling my arm over my head, softly cursing under my breath. What the hell was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t.

  Too much tequila didn’t help my decision-making process either. I had the hots for Faith from the moment she strolled across the infield with her fire-red hair, deep-green eyes, and slamming curves. I knew I should’ve gone home when the rest of the crew left the bar, but Faith convinced me to stay. In all honesty, I wanted to be alone with her.

  The damage has been done. There is no going back after what we did last night. No take backs are allowed after sex, and no amount of alcohol can wipe away the memories. I can’t undo what happened, but I have to learn to roll with my colossal mistake.

  I’ve barely slept since she tip-toed to her bed, leaving me naked and wanting more. Instead, I have been chastising myself for being the biggest asshole on the planet. I know better than to sleep with the owner’s daughter—or any woman who’s drunk, for that matter. I have done some stupid bonehead shit in my life, but this has to take the cake.

  My entire career is on the line, and my cock led me astray. I think back to the way she touched me, groping at my chest as I tried to ignore her. I should have stayed still and pretended to be asleep, but I couldn’t. I tried. God, how I tried to keep my dick in my pants, but when I peered up at her wearing nothing but that skimpy teddy, I lost my ability to think with anything other than my dick.

  “Are you awake?” Faith whispers from across the room.

  I scrub my hand down my face, feeling more trouble coming on. For a moment, I toss around the idea of not answering her. If I were smart, I would pretend to be asleep, but once again, I am not thinking with a clear head. “Yeah.” I glance at the clock and realize it’s almost four in the morning, and in just a few hours, I’ll have to walk into work, pretending this never happened.

  “Come here.”

  I push myself up and grab my jeans off the floor before moving toward her. I should keep my ass on the couch, because going to her while she is naked in her bed is not a smart move. But based on the events that have already occurred, why should I bother thinking clearly now?

  “Leave the pants there,” she says.

  I immediately drop them.

  Stalking toward her with nothing covering my body, my cock swinging and growing harder with each step, I promise myself something. I won’t sleep with her again. I shouldn’t, at least. I am human after all. She moves the blanket and pats the mattress next to her. She’s gorgeous in the faint glow of the street lights sprawled across her bed with only that damn teddy covering her body.

  “Sit,” she orders.

  I slide onto the bed next to her and follow her eyes as they dip to my cock.

  “That needed to happen. I needed to get you out of my system.” She gives me an uneasy smile.

  My body rocks backward. I have never had a girl sleep with me as a means to an end. Or at least they never openly said the words, but Faith is different. The same thought floated through my head as my fingers pushed inside her sweet pussy. It was a lie I told myself even though I knew it was complete bullshit.

  She isn’t a one-night stand I can just forget. I will be spending months with her on the road. Her tits and ass will follow me, and resisting her will be damn near impossible.

  “I don’t know if I can say you’re out of my system now, princess.” Based on the reaction of my body, getting a taste of her did not scratch an imaginable itch but unleashed something in me I sure as hell hadn’t expected.

  She rolls to her side, her gaze sliding to my cock every few seconds. “Will you sleep with me?”

  “Again?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m up for the challenge. My dick has always risen to the occasion and has never let me down. Why would tonight be any different?

  It is just your entire life on the line…idiot.

  I stay where I am with my cock safely between my legs—feet away from any of her meaningful parts.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve cuddled with someone.”

  I should’ve known she’d be a cuddler. No chick has so much girlie shit with fur and lace everywhere without wanting to tangle her body around mine. Cuddling sounds so innocent, but I know keeping my hands to myself isn’t going to be easy. “So, no sex?”

  She grabs my arm and pulls me toward her. “Come on. Hold me.”

  I’m thinking with my dick again as I slide under the covers. My brain is telling me to run and get the hell out of there, but then my skin touches hers, and all reason flies right out the window.

  She curls her body in the crook of my arm like this is the most natural position in the world. Her fingers trace a pattern across my chest as she stares up at me. “Are we going to be able to work together after this?”

  I don’t know how to answer the question. Faith has the power to get my ass booted off the team and sent back to the dirt track, but that’s the last thing I want. “I think so. I can be an adult.”

  I don’t say another word. What else is there to say after what we just did? We’re both in a difficult spot. She is the owner’s daughter. I haven’t even been in town forty-eight hours, and I have already made every damn m
istake possible.

  Her fingernails dig into my chest. “Brooks.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I like you.”

  “I like you too,” I admit.

  “I shouldn’t like you, though.”

  I peer down at her deep-green eyes and smile. “Why?”

  “You’re nothing but trouble.”

  I pull her body closer and rest my hand over hers. “You’re not the easiest person either, Ms. Ridley.”

  “I need to hate you. It will make this so much easier.”

  “Yeah,” I mumble against her forehead and close my eyes. I know I’m in trouble. The feelings she’s stirred in me are already one hundred times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  Faith Ridley has crawled under my skin, surrounded me in her scent, and I’m afraid there’s no escape.

  FAITH

  My head’s pounding as I rub my temples and try to focus on my father’s words after he’s been at it for two hours. He keeps tapping his finger against the whiteboard, but the massive hangover I have makes it sound like he’s punching the damn thing. The tequila aftermath is making it damn near impossible for me to listen or digest a single word my dad’s saying. Then there’s Brooks. He’s barely made eye contact with me since we sat down and is acting like last night never happened. The bastard.

  How does someone even do that? I can put on an act and pretend like everything is business as usual in front of other people, but he hasn’t so much as given me a sideways glance or a sly smirk. Sure, he said hello when he walked into the building…but that wasn’t much after he rolled out of my place before dawn without so much as a goodbye.

  What a goddamn fool I’d been. I tasted the man. I know how he sounds when he comes and the funny face he makes too. In all my dumbass, alcohol-buzzed glory…I really thought sleeping with Brooks would be a good thing. I scratched the proverbial itch, thinking I’d get him out of my system, but it seems to have done the opposite.