She needed his cock, but she refused to beg. His tongue buffeted her clit and his curled fingers banged against her G-spot so many times that liquid pooled on her eyelids. It was too much and she was so weak.
“I must have you,” Tatum said with a strained voice.
Halleluiah.
As he stood, he ran his hands up her thighs and captured her breasts again. He groaned then pulled her against his chest. Request or not, she needed to see him as he neared making love with her. His lips captured hers and she kissed him like she only had minutes left before she expired. Their tongues dueled, sliding and gliding every which way. Only when she needed air did she pull back.
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall,” he commanded.
Here she thought they’d lie down on the blanket. In a way she was glad he chose to come from behind, as the uneven ground would not have been pleasant to lie on. After she did as he asked, he pressed his bare foot against her ankle, indicating he wanted her to widen her legs even more.
As soon as she obeyed, he rubbed her rear. She thought it was a sign of affection until she realized he might want to come in her ass.
“Just so you know, I’m an ass virgin.”
He chuckled. “I suspected. Don’t worry. I want your pussy today. Drex is more of the ass man, though I don’t mind traveling down that dark road every once in a while.”
She slowly let out a breath, not wanting him to think she didn’t trust him. Foil tore and was followed by the snap of latex. While she was on the pill, it probably was safer if he covered that cowboy.
Someday, though, she wanted to go bareback. And someday, she wanted to have a couple of children, but she had big plans to accomplish first.
“I wish I could go real slow, but I’m dying here, angel.”
Tatum leaned over her back and placed a row of kisses from her shoulder up to her neck. Delightful pulses followed his lips right up to her ear. She groaned and when his warm fingers found her breasts, ripples of total bliss streaked across her.
“I love these.” He twirled the tips in between his thumb and forefinger.
His cock was pressed against her rear. A second later, he pulled his dick down and let it ride against her wet slit. As he rubbed her nipples, his cock seesawed across her clit, and with each pass, she traveled closer to nirvana.
“I need your cock. Please.” She held her breath, hoping that her outburst wouldn’t cause him to step back and jack off as a way to show his displeasure.
“I was waiting for you to ask.”
She caught the chuckle in his voice and relief rushed through her. She lowered her head, pushed onto her fingertips, and pressed her hips back. Tatum gripped her shoulder as he slid his cock along her opening. Once it was lined up, he drove inward.
Her inhale sounded closer to a gasp. “Big,” she said, holding her breath.
He released his grip and massaged her shoulder. His soothing touch helped relax her. Tatum dragged his free palm up her belly to her breast. The minute he pinched her nipple, her mind splintered, unsure if she should focus on her pussy or on the soon-to-be-in-heaven breast. He pulled the hardened crest taut as he drove into her farther.
Perhaps it was that she hadn’t had sex in quite a while that made the wall stretching and friction all that more delicious, or maybe it was just that Tatum was a special man.
“I can’t begin to tell how incredible you feel,” he said. As if to punctuate the truth of his comment, he moved the hand from her shoulder to her other breast and massaged it.
She had to answer. “I can’t tell you how incredible you feel.”
He stopped his cock’s forward progress. He was either stuck halfway inside her or he wanted her to get used to his size. She was ready now, and though it might be against the rules, she lowered one hand, braced her palm on her knee, and drove her hips backward.
“Whoa,” he said, as his cock traveled to the end, widening her channel with each inch.
Whoa? It was her pussy being stretched to the max. Maybe pressing back like that had been a mistake. She hoped like hell he didn’t spontaneously combust and rob her of a climax.
He placed his chest on her back, rested his face on her shoulder, and eased out of her. His hands remained on her tits, rubbing, tweaking, and tugging, all bringing incredible joy over her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and let every ounce of glory wash over her as he drove into her again. When she clamped down on his cock, his yell sounded like some feral animal in agony.
“Don’t, angel, or I’ll lose it.”
He moved his hands to her hips and plowed into her again with full force. He’d grunt and she’d match him with a moan of her own. The faster he went, the higher she flew. Soon her insides were on fire and every thrust placed her closer and closer to that wonderfully elusive climax.
“I’m about to come, angel.”
She appreciated the warning because the next time he slammed the head of his cock against the back of her womb, she let it all go. Her climax broke through with the full force of a summer rainstorm, and all sounds seemed to cease as his cock grew to epic proportions. A gush of ecstasy slammed into her, carrying her away.
He pressed his cock in hard, dug his fingers into her waist, and growled as his dick expanded then exploded. Heat seared her insides.
He dropped his chest on her back, and the pulse of his cock matched the beat of his heart. His breaths came out ragged as if he’d gone to some new place, too.
Seconds turned to minutes, or so it seemed. He then pulled out with a pop.
“Hold that pose.”
She didn’t dare move. A second later, he swiped her pussy with a paper towel that he must have wet with now-cool water from a bottle. He placed a hand on her shoulder, lifted her to a stand, and turned her around.
“All I can say is that you were more than I ever imagined.” He bent down and handed her her bra and undies. “If you don’t cover up that luscious body this second, I might have to take you all over again.”
She’d never be able to ride home if he did. On unsteady legs, she dressed. By the time she finished, Tatum had packed what was left of their lunch and stowed the blanket on the back of his saddle. Her pussy and tits continued to throb, but she’d never been more satisfied in her life.
Tatum bent over, his hands on his thighs. “Any way you can call your parents’ ranch and ask them to come get us? I’m not sure I have the energy to stay upright.”
He had such a refreshing sense of humor. “You can do it, cowboy.”
“Ugh.”
The way back took them over an hour, but she wasn’t in any hurry to end this wonderful date. Her pussy was sore, but it was so worth it. She loved being with him. He made her laugh, was highly intelligent, and listened well. She just hoped that her feelings for Tatum didn’t derail her goal of someday being completely on her own.
* * * *
Drex had volunteered to work the eight-to-noon shift at the shop on Saturday in large part because he’d taken the morning off a few days ago to run some errands. Carl said he’d stop by right before noon and stay only if more customers came in. While the shop was quiet, the closer it got to twelve, the more pissed he became.
Tatum had asked him if he’d wanted to go on a picnic with Ashley, but he’d told his roommate that he had to work. It was the truth, but if he’d explained to Carl about the circumstances, he bet he could have gotten the time off. He didn’t want to though, as Drex was determined to keep his distance. Hell, at work Ashley was already looking at him funny when he’d let something slip. He’d stupidly mentioned some play he’d seen in New York City a few years ago. Christ. Were there no garage mechanics who liked good theater?
It was hard enough to see her breeze through the office, all cheery with every customer and then good-naturedly confer with him, George, or Hammer about a repair. Why couldn’t she act stressed or pissy so he wouldn’t become more fixated on her with each passing day?
But it wasn’t just her pleasant
personality that had his cock on edge. Wonder Woman had come up with a system to catalogue the type of repairs. He had to say he was impressed with not only her organizational skills but with her grasp on what things were important to running a business.
Now he had to battle his attraction to Ashley and adjust to the inefficient work environment. He’d mentioned something to the other two guys that he thought would improve the workflow, and they’d ignored him. He was too used to having his requests honored, but he refused to complain as he’d chosen this path to freedom. It would take some getting used to, that was all.
One of the errands he’d run was to mail a check to his accountant back in Portland. When Tatum had spoken about the condition of the Last Opportunity School, Drex had wanted to do something for the kids. He’d pulled out his checkbook to write a check when he realized that Drex Ford, the Freedom garage mechanic, couldn’t afford to give anyone ten grand. Drexel Ford of Portland, Oregon could. He hadn’t realized at the time the hoops he’d have to go through just to maintain the low profile.
As he emptied the oil in Penny Hasbrow’s car, his mind wandered, trying to guess the type of location Tatum and Ashley would go on their picnic. He wanted to pick Carl’s brain about possible places, but then his boss would think he wanted to take her someplace special. Knowing Carl, he’d go on and on about how perfect he and Ashley were for each other, and Drex didn’t have the heart to tell his boss he was full of shit.
No, he’s not.
“Shut up.”
Truth was, Ashley hadn’t flirted with him since she’d come to work here. If he were being totally honest, she’d almost gone out of her way to avoid him. It gave him pause to think perhaps his friends back in Portland only pretended to like him because he had power, along with a modicum of talent to take a company national. Now that he’d been stripped of his wealth and influence—self-imposed or not—things weren’t the same. He didn’t want to think about why neither George nor Hammer had asked him out for a drink. Was he basically unlikeable? Now you’re being stupid and paranoid.
It’s all Ashley’s fault.
Tatum liked him. Drex refused to believe it was because of his status.
Fuck. Maybe it was time to tell Ashley who he really was and see how she responded. Once he was certain Tatum and she were an item, he would break it to her. If Tatum asked her not to say anything, he bet she would honor his request. That would allow Drex to be himself in his own house. Tatum had suggested several times that she come over, but Drex said he’d have to leave if she did. In the end, Tatum stayed busy, claiming he wanted to give Ashley time to get used to the budding relationship.
Before he could come up with a definitive plan of action on how and when to spill the proverbial beans, Carl showed up. His boss stepped over toward a car someone had brought in last night—one that Drex hadn’t had time to get to. Not really wanting to engage in a conversation with him, Drex made an excuse to work the last few minutes of his shift in the office. “I’ll enter the repairs into the computer.”
Carl had told the men that whoever worked the Saturday shift needed to enter the data into the computer. That way, Ashley wouldn’t come into work on Monday with a pile of invoices to log.
The problem with that plan was that Hammer said he didn’t want to break the computer, George claimed he’d screw up if he touched it, and Carl certainly wasn’t comfortable using the damned thing, so Drex volunteered to do the job if he was here.
At a few minutes past noon, Drex waved good-bye to Carl. While his truck was parked in the lot to the side, Drex decided to stroll the streets for a bit. Not that he had a specific destination, but the weather was mild and he’d recalled that Freedom Boulevard had a couple of empty storefronts. The location was prime for a business, and he thought he’d check it out to see if Ashley might rent one of them to start her own bakery.
As he took in the other businesses, an ache developed that he failed to squash. So far, he’d loved how the customers treated him like an ordinary guy. No one had approached him for money, pleaded their case for doing something their way, or avoided his gaze because they feared he’d fired him. However, part of him missed the excitement of growing a company and bringing it national fame. Would he always live the life of an executive in hiding, or would he embrace who he really was and find his own way? Could he surrender his freedom?
He’d only left Oregon two weeks ago, and except for that one phone call from his dad, no one from Ambrose’s Auto Parts had called for help. Had he been that dispensable? Had Lee actually stepped up to the plate and taken over? What if he had?
This is what you want.
Or, is it?
Chapter Nine
By the time 3:00 p.m. came and went, then 4:00 p.m. glowed on the clock, Drex was in quite a state. Not only was he confused about what he wanted in life, he couldn’t keep his mind off why Ashley and Tatum weren’t back from their picnic. How long did it take to ride a horse across the Milosino land? They didn’t need more than an hour to eat for Christ’s sake, and Tatum said he was meeting her at eleven.
Drex stopped in his tracks. Oh, shit. Had they gone back to Ashley’s place? Were they now in bed with his roommate’s cock in her sweet pussy?
God damn it.
He strode across the tiny living room, feeling every inch of the small space with each minute that passed. He could have gone with them, but he knew it was for the best to let Tatum bond with her first. His own life was too unstable.
You’re full of shit. You’re afraid she doesn’t like you—a common mechanic.
He refused to admit any of that. His future was uncertain, and someone as nice as Ashley deserved more. Drex had been positive that when he left Oregon he wanted to be on his own, wanted people to like him for who he was and not for what he could give them. He’d seen how money and the stress of the job could split people apart. All he had to do was look at his parents’ ugly divorce as proof. Now, his direction seemed muddy when he’d been so damned certain he wanted no responsibilities.
Maybe he’d been a fool.
The sound of Tatum’s SUV pulling up the drive diverted his attention. He peered out the window and let out a breath when Drex didn’t spot anyone in the passenger’s seat. Tatum carried a sack and had a smile on his face. How could he be so happy when he was walking with a decided limp?
Drex pulled open the door to let him in. “How did it go?” He worked to keep his voice even.
“Well, I suck at riding a horse. It’s clear I’ll have to spend hours and hours practicing.” He winked. “Ashley said she’d help.”
Fuck you. He let Tatum put his gear down before approaching him. “I don’t give a damn about your ability to sit on a horse. How did it go with Ashley?” Christ. He shouldn’t have sounded so anxious to learn the details. Tatum would get the wrong idea. No he won’t.
His roommate turned toward him and grinned. “I am one lucky son of a bitch. She took me to this cozy cave at the back of Lucas Holt’s property where no one was around for miles. We set the blanket on the ground and spread out a fine meal. If I’d thought of it, I would have brought candles.”
Drex walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a beer. “Did you score?” He wasn’t sure why he asked, as he really didn’t want to know, but as soon as Ashley and Tatum hooked up, the sooner he could tell her the truth.
When Tatum didn’t answer, Drex turned around. His roommate was looking at his canvas sack. What was up with that?
Drex put down his bottle, and when he strode over to him, something crazy came over him. He grabbed Tatum by the shirt and gave him a slight shove backward. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”
He hadn’t expected Tatum to return such a hard punch to his gut, but the pain was almost welcome.
“Yes. You could have been there. Did you know she asked why you didn’t come?”
Drex didn’t rub his gut like he wanted to. Instead, he retrieved his beer and chugged half the bottle, his mind going crazy. He
was so fucked up. He wanted Ashley to like him for who he was. He wanted to be with her, but feared he might not want to stay and that wouldn’t be fair to her.
“I’m going to tell her on Monday who I am.”
Tatum stared at him as if he’d lost him mind. “You serious?”
“She’ll keep quiet if you ask, right?”
“Yes, but the only purpose to expose your identity is if you want her.”
I do. The question was whether he had the courage to fight for her.
* * * *
By the time Monday rolled around, Drex was an even bigger mess. No one at Ambrose’s would believe he was the same man who had no qualms letting someone go if his performance sucked. He’d always been about the bottom line. Now, he’d turned into a goddamn wimp all because of some tight-bodied brunette who wouldn’t give him the time of day.
He’d gone back and forth about whether he should reveal the truth, but pretending he didn’t want to be with her was only causing friction between him and Tatum. He did want her, but God help him if he decided to go back to Oregon. He’d hurt her for sure.
Don’t get ahead of yourself. She might not even want to be with you.
He arrived at work about twenty minutes early and was thankful Carl was already there. The side lot had six cars waiting to be serviced. The customers could leave their cars and drop the keys, along with a note, in the slot, if they stopped by after hours.
Reinvigorated to know he’d have plenty to do to keep his mind occupied for the day, he strolled into the office where Carl was at Ashley’s desk filling out his ledger by hand.
“Looks like we got a shitload of cars to take care of,” Drex said as a way of saying hello.
Carl’s shoulders sagged. He sat up and leaned back. “I’m glad you’re here. Hammer called in sick and I have to leave at six on the dot or my wife will castrate me.”
Maybe that was why he was thirty-four and single. Then the image of Ashley formed in his mind’s eye, but he pushed it right out again. That was too far down the line to even consider as an option.
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