Grease Monkey -- A Bad Boy Romance

by Harley Wylde

  “Just remember, princess. You brought this on yourself.”

  He gave me a wicked grin and before I could so much as utter a squeak of protest, he’d thrown me over his shoulder and practically ran to the parking lot. He tossed me onto the seat of an older black sports car then dove behind the wheel before I could even process what had happened. I opened and shut my mouth several times as he peeled out of the parking lot, the back fishtailing as the front tires gripped the road. The engine roared as he sped through town to one of the quieter suburbs.

  He pulled into the driveway of a small, white clapboard home with green shutters. It looked like every other home on the street, ordinary and average. I had a hard time picturing Lance living in a home with flowering shrubs out front. He’d said he lived in the suburbs, but I’d figured he meant one of the apartment complexes in town. Lance killed the engine, got out, and slammed his door shut. I looked around, wondering if anyone was watching us. If he carried me into the house the same way he’d carried me to the car, surely someone was going to notice.

  The passenger door opened and he hauled me out of the car, flipping across his shoulder and giving my ass a smack before he closed the door and approached the house. I couldn’t help but admire the way his jeans molded to his ass and couldn’t resist reaching out to grab two handfuls. He let out a throaty chuckle as he opened his house, but he didn’t set me down until we reached what I assumed was his bedroom. The bedding was dark and there weren’t any curtains at the window.

  Lance dropped me onto the bed and immediately began pulling dress off me. I had no idea what he was up to, surely he wasn’t really going to handcuff me to the bed like he’d said, would he?

  “You’re mine, princess. I told you this pussy belongs to me now, and I meant it,” he said as his fingers teased my slit. “Do I need to keep filling you with my cum until you accept it?”

  I swallowed hard. The idea of him fucking me again made me wet and my nipples hardened. His gaze skimmed my body and that grin I was getting used to made another appearance. I watched as he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. I had yet to see him completely naked and I felt cheated. I’d been completely on display for him to gawk at and I still hadn’t gotten a good look at his body. Everything we don’t in his office was a bit of a blur it had happened so fast.

  He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the foot of the bed then flipped me onto my stomach. A smack on my ass made me squeak and clench my thighs. Before today, I never would have guessed that getting spanked would be a turn on. Lance positioned me the way he wanted and without warning, plunged balls deep into my pussy. I was plenty wet and more than ready for him, but I still let out a gasp of surprise.

  “You like that, don’t you, princess?” he asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. “You like it when I fuck you like a whore.”

  He fucked me faster, harder. He went so deep I felt like we were one. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the air along with his grunts and my moans of pleasure. Every thrust pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm. Lance gripped my hair tighter and fucked me like a man possessed. When I let out a scream as my release ripped through me, I heard him give a shout before I felt him come inside of me. If he wanted to get me pregnant, he was well on his way. I wasn’t on birth control and we’d had unprotected sex twice now.

  He gave me nip on the shoulder and growled. “Mine.”

  “Yours,” I whispered.

  He pulled away and there was another smack on my ass. “I won’t handcuff you, but I don’t want you to leave the house. The backyard is fenced, but it’s just chain link, so anyone could see you. If you really want to hide from Daddy Dearest, you’d do better to stay inside. I’m not trying to make you a prisoner, Gwennie, but I’m not letting you go.”

  “And you think Daddy will be easier to fight off if I’m pregnant?” I asked.

  He smirked. “Well, I don’t know if he would be easier to fight off, but I sure do like the idea of you carrying my kid. You should feel honored, princess. Lots of women have wanted to be where you are right now. I’ve even had a few try to trap me over the years. I may not be rich by your standards, but I have a nice home, I own the garage, and I put in a hard day’s work. That means something where I come from.”

  I stood and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. “If you think I look down on you because you don’t live on the hill, I don’t. I’ve never really belonged in that world, even if I was born to it. I’ve spent most of my life wishing I could escape and have a normal life.”

  “How old are you, princess?”

  “Twenty.”

  “So you’re plenty old enough to make your own decisions then.”

  I nodded.

  “What do you say, Gwennie? Want to make an honest man of me?”

  I couldn’t help but snicker, and then his words registered. “You want to marry me?”

  He tipped my chin up. “Princess, I want to have a family with you. Marriage just seems like the logical step to get there. I want you in my life from here on out. If you don’t want to marry me, then I’ll wait, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go.”

  I had to think about it. If I were married, it would be a little harder for Daddy to get his hands on me. And I had to admit, the idea of puttering around the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, was pretty amazing. Except for the part where I had no idea how to cook. I had a feeling I’d be watching lots of YouTube videos in the future to figure out how to scramble an egg or make bacon. I didn’t even know how to open a can of biscuits.

  “You really want to marry me?” I asked.

  “I want you to be mine in every sense of the word, princess. And if you want to put a ring on my finger, I’ll gladly wear it to show everyone that the hottest woman on earth has agreed to be mine. You never have to worry about me straying, Gwennie. I don’t want anyone but you. The moment those legs of yours swung out of that little coupe, I knew I wanted you. And the moment my dick got balls deep inside of you, I knew I was never letting you go.”

  He was offering me everything I’d ever wanted. A family, a normal life. It would be crazy to turn him down, but I couldn’t help but worry about what Daddy and Thomas would do when they found out. I hadn’t lied. They would do everything in their power to ruin Lance and his business. It would be selfish of me to take him up on the offer. But I wanted to, so badly.

  The thump of his heart was comforting. I had a big decision to make. I could either spend every night for the rest of my life curled up beside my sexy mechanic with that heartbeat in my ear as I fell asleep, or I could run back to Daddy and live a life that I never wanted, either as arm candy for a man old enough to be my grandfather, or rented out to whichever man could pay the most or would influence my father’s finances the most. It would be like living in a revolving door, especially if he realized I wasn’t a virgin anymore. And if I did end up pregnant with Lance’s kid, I had no doubt that Daddy would force me to get an abortion. The thought sickened me.

  “You’re thinking too hard, princess.”

  “Let’s do it. I want to marry you.” I looked up into his eyes. “You’re offering me everything I’ve ever wanted, but all I’m giving you in return is --”

  “You. A family. You’re giving me just as much in return, Gwennie. Don’t worry about your father or Kale, I’ll take care of them. It would be an honor to be your husband and the father of your kids. If your father wants a war, I’ll give him a war. But I meant what I said, princess, I’m never letting you go.”

  I pressed my lips to his and opened as his tongue flicked against them. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a claiming. Every touch, every kiss, every time we fucked, it was a way for Lance to brand me as his, and I fucking loved it. Who’d have ever guessed I was such a dirty girl? I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. In all my life, I’d never felt as happy as I did right now. Maybe I’d fallen a little in love with him the moment I’d seen that swagger headi
ng my way, my heart had certain skipped a few beats. Whatever it was, this feeling that consumed me, I never wanted it to stop.

  Lance pulled away and smoothed a thumb across my lower lip. “I’m going to find out what we need to do in order to get a marriage license and how long it takes. Of course, if I didn’t think your daddy would be watching the flights and trains, I’d just take you to Vegas to get married.”

  I smiled. “I’ve never been to Vegas, but you’re right. I’m sure Daddy will be watching for that, once he realizes I’m missing. And if we get married here, he has friends at the courthouse, so I’m sure someone would tell him I applied for a marriage license.”

  Lance scratched his beard. “Let me make some calls, princess. One way or another, we’re getting married. And if that means Vegas, I’ll figure out how to get us there. Just need to call in to work and let them know that I’m taking some time off and make sure no one says anything about where you are.”

  I kissed his cheek. “Then you’d better get busy.”

  Lance pulled a tee out of his dresser and tossed it to me. “You can wear that for now. You’ll have to wear your dress for us to get the hell out of here, but once we get to Vegas, I’m taking you shopping. Not that I have a problem with you running around naked.”

  Yeah, I was sure he didn’t. The man couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me, but I felt the same about him. I pulled the shirt over my head and followed him through the house. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in a long time, so I rummaged through his fridge and cabinets in the kitchen to find something to snack on. There was a hunk of cheese and some crackers, so I fixed a plate and sat at the small table. I could hear him in the living room on the phone, but I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying. I was too focused on what would happen if my daddy caught me in this house dressed in nothing but Lance’s shirt and his cum dripping down my thighs. There would be hell to pay, and that was putting it mildly.

  Lance appeared in the doorway and went to the fridge. He pulled out two sodas and gave me one. His fingers curled into my hair and tipped my head back so he could plant a kiss on my lips. Even that small amount of contact was enough to make me want him again, even if I was on the sore side.

  “Our flight is leaving in an hour from a private airstrip outside of town. My friends pulled through for me and our flight will not put up any red flags for your family. It turns out the Scarlioni family is in town and since no one can connect either of us to them, we’re in the clear.”

  My brow furrowed. “How do you know them?”

  “I don’t, but my friends do business with them from time to time. When they explained that true love was on the line, the sappy Italian offered up his jet. Although, I did mention it would thwart Thomas Kale III and some other snooty people, so I’m sure that helped our cause. No one around here likes the people up on the hill -- no offense, princess.”

  “None taken.”

  “We should probably shower and dress. As much as I love my cum running down your legs, we don’t want to get the seats on the jet sticky.”

  I pushed my empty plate away, took another swallow of the soda, and stood up. Lance laced our fingers together and led me into the master bathroom. It was small, even smaller than my closet, but I didn’t mind since it just meant I’d have to stand closer to him. He started the shower and began stripping out of his clothes, my eyes glued to every move he made. As his body came into view, I ran my fingers over his tattoos and wondered what they all meant. He had a full sleeve and another design across his chest. There were words down his ribs that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them. As he turned to test the water temperature, I saw more ink on his back.

  “Like what you see, Gwennie?”

  I licked my lips and nodded.

  He gave me that playful smirk and dropped his pants, kicking off his shoes before stepping out of the jeans. Seeing him completely naked just made me want to run my hands all over him and explore every inch, but if the jet was taking off in an hour, I knew we didn’t have much time. He helped me over the edge of the tub and we washed each other. I’d expected some sexy scented shower gel, but he just had regular soap, and his shampoo and conditioner were a cheap brand that advertised it smelled like an ocean breeze. I was a little surprised, because he didn’t seem like the type to use conditioner.

  By the time we were finished and dried off, I shimmied back into my dress and heels while he put on a pair of clean jeans and another tee. Before he let me out of the house, he watched the street for a few minutes to make sure nothing looked out of the ordinary, then he rushed me to the car in the driveway. The windows were tinted so I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me in his car, but if my dad had tracked my car to Lance’s shop then there was a chance people would be looking for his car. I hoped like hell he was doing the speed limit and wouldn’t get pulled over. That was the last thing we needed.

  The private field came into view and I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled down the bumpy drive. Lance pulled his car into the large hangar and got out. A man in dress slacks and a tie came over and shook hands with him. I wasn’t sure if Lance wanted me to stay put or get out. He threw a smile my way and motioned for me to get out of the car. I shut the car door and walked over to Lance. He reached for my hand, pulling me to his side as he introduced me to the pilot, and then we were boarding the jet.

  “Are we leaving the car in here?” I asked.

  “If it’s in the hangar, people won’t notice it. I don’t know if your family uses this airfield or not, but this hangar is reserved for certain families, and I doubt yours is on the list. It’s the only way I could think to keep them off our trail a while longer. With any luck, they won’t be able to find you until you’re married and knocked up.”

  “My dad would just insist on a divorce and an abortion.”

  His eyes went cold and flat. “If anyone even so much as tries to kill my baby, or take you away from me, I’m going to fucking end them.”

  A chill skirted down my spine. I’d never seen this side of Lance before. Yes, he’d been demanding and a little arrogant, but in that moment, I had no idea that he would kill anyone who stood in his way. It made me wonder about the kind of upbringing he had, and made me even more curious about those friends of his. For better or worse, I was about to tie my life to his, and despite the fact that this side of Lance scared me a little, I was still all in. I’d been protected all my life, because I was worth something as commodity to be traded, not because I had worth as a person.

  Lance sat in one of the seats and pulled me into his lap. His large hand cupped my cheek and his touch was gentle. The look in his eyes stole the breath from my lungs as I saw the promises he’d already given, and maybe a little something extra. I knew he lusted after me, but maybe there was more to it.

  “Gwennie, I want to be perfectly clear. You’re mine, and I don’t say that lightly. When I tell you that you’re mine, it means that I will kill anyone who tries to take you away, anyone who tries to harm our family, and if another guy so much as thinks of touching you, I’ll cut off his dick.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip. “But it also means you own me, heart and soul. Everything of mine is yours. I don’t want any hands on this body except yours. I don’t want anyone to carry my baby, except you. When I go to bed at night, I want it to be with you wrapped in my arms, and I want to wake the same way. I’m falling for you, princess. No matter what it takes, I will spend the rest of my life worshiping the ground you walk on, and I will give you everything you’ve ever needed.”

  I smiled a little. “Does that mean I get your cock whenever I want it?”

  He growled a little. “I love it when you talk dirty, princess. Yeah, you can have my cock whenever you want it.”

  I snuggled into his and traded a heart on his chest. “I’m yours, Lance. I’ve never wanted anyone, not even once, but I think I’d die if someone took you from me, or me from you. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and I want to feel th
at way every day for the rest of my life.”

  “Love you, princess.”

  “I love you, too,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and listened to his heart’s steady thump.

  I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew we were landing in Las Vegas. I felt a thrill as I realized it wouldn’t be long before Lance was officially mine. It didn’t mean my father wouldn’t try to break us up, because he would, but it meant that things would be a little harder for him. Whatever came our way, I knew that Lance and I would face it together.

  Chapter Four

  Lance

  The Vipers had really pulled through for me, not only finding me a private jet but also securing a hotel suite and a wedding chapel. I didn’t want my bride to get married in the same dress she’d had on that morning. Despite the urgency I felt over making her mine, we did a little shopping before our appointment at the chapel. And not just for wedding attire, but at least a week’s worth of clothes as well. She chose a floral strapless number for her wedding dress that hugged her breasts and trim waist and then flared over her sexy as fuck hips. I was already picturing what she’d look like with that dress flipped up and her bent over the bed.

  I’d decided to dress for the occasion, since I only intended to get married once, and had on black slacks with a shirt, tie, and vest. No way in hell I was putting on a jacket, unless it was made of leather. Gwennie didn’t seem to mind though, if the naughty look in her eyes was any indication. Fuck, if she looked at me like that every time I dressed up, I might have to do it more often. I was sure I could find an occasion for it every now and then.

  While she’d been shopping, I’d made a side trip to a specialty shop up the block. The packages were to be delivered to our hotel suite, which we’d already checked into. Gwennie reached for her bags, but I stopped her and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to our room. I made sure to pay a nice tip to ensure it was done quickly. Since I didn’t have to pay for the room or the jet, I could splurge a little and pamper my princess. She deserved it.