Freedom to Surrender [Freedom, Colorado 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Which one do you want me to tackle first?” His mind became clearer when his day was more structured.

  “The Rav 4 needs a new clutch, along with a new master cylinder and possibly the slave cylinder, too. The Chevy Impala only needs an oil change, and the Mustang has a broken water pump. Take your pick. I haven’t logged the other three in yet.”

  Oh, boy. “I’ll start with the Rav 4. If I can find the parts, I might be able to get the first two done by lunch.”

  “Great.”

  Just hearing the words master and slave had his cock hardening, though he never wanted to be a twenty-four-seven Dom. He just liked the control in the bedroom.

  By the time Ashley came in, he’d gotten his hands nice and dirty. She must have brought them all donuts because he could smell the sugary confections out in the bay. Not wanting to even think about the evening confrontation, he got to work. George sauntered in late, as usual. If he’d been his employee, the guy would have had his ass handed to him a long time ago. Too many times Drex had been tempted to offer Carl twice what he paid for this place in part so he could get rid of George. He bet he could make a real go of this business. Then he remembered he’d chosen to be an ordinary man. Sometimes poverty sucked.

  Unfortunately, Ashley didn’t take her usual lunch hour until 1:00 p.m. He had invoices that needed to be logged in, but he wanted to wait until she wasn’t sitting at her desk before dropping them in front of her laptop. He debated entering the data himself, but then she might feel he was trying to do her job for her. The last thing he needed was a pissed-off Ashley.

  Drex went back to work, this time on the Mustang. It needed a new water pump, but the problem was that they didn’t have the right model in stock. He called over to the local auto parts store, and they didn’t stock it either. They said they could order it for him, though.

  “How much?” He caught sight of Ashley leaving for lunch.

  “Just a sec.” When the clerk came back on the line with the price, Drex had to work hard not to tell him he was a gouging son of a bitch. While Ambrose’s marked up its prices, they didn’t charge that much.

  “No thanks.” He found his boss under a Mercedes. “Hey, Carl?”

  The man slid out. “Yeah?” He told him about the jacked-up prices over at Carlton’s Auto Parts. Carl sat up and worked his mouth. “Don’t think we got much choice. Can’t drive the Mustang without the pump.”

  “Even if they do order it, the guy said it would take a couple of days to get here. Have you ever used Ambrose’s Auto Parts?” He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake in suggesting his dad’s company.

  “Never heard of ’em.”

  That made him feel like shit. He had been the head of marketing. “We used them when I lived in Portland. How about I give them a call? They have good prices.”

  Carl shrugged. “Go for it.”

  “Thanks.”

  Anticipation rippled up his spine. It would give him a chance to find out just how good their customer service was. Once he placed the order, he just might touch base with Lee and see how his little brother was doing on his own. Before he made the call, he stepped outside, as he didn’t want anyone to overhear the conversation. He called the main number and asked for the parts department. As soon as he told them he was Drexel Ford, the man’s tone changed. He’d completely forgotten about pretending to be a regular customer. Damn.

  He got the part at wholesale and they promised to ship it overnight. While he didn’t want to use his connection too often, it felt damned good to have some pull again.

  As soon as he disconnected, he called Lee.

  His brother picked up on the third ring. “Is this the great Drexel Ford? Has the prodigal son returned?”

  While Drex couldn’t detect a lot of bitterness, one thing was for sure—Lee was not sober. Jesus. There was a lot of noise in the background, implying he wasn’t at work either. “Don’t worry. I’m staying put. Where are you?” Damn, he shouldn’t have sounded so accusatory.

  “None of your goddamn business.” He said something suggestive to a woman. “You need to get your butt back here, bro. Dad keeps riding my ass to step up to the plate, and you know how much I hate baseball analogies.”

  It wasn’t just analogies he hated. The idea of doing any kind of work horrified him. “Ain’t goin’ to happen.”

  “I’m not shitting you. Life was a hellava lot better when he had you to harp on.”

  Drex chuckled. Lee did sound more like his old self. “I’m here to stay—at least for a while. I just called to order a specialty part that I couldn’t get in Freedom and thought I’d give you a call.”

  The women’s laughter sounded louder now. “I’m sorry you’re stuck in a hellhole. The Willamette River is hopping this time of year. You should come on up and try it. Lots of pretty girls here.”

  Lee was all champagne and lovely women. “I bet it is, but Freedom’s great, too. Very relaxing.”

  “Right.”

  Drex hated that his brother sounded so bitter. “You could leave if you wanted to.”

  “We both know that won’t happen.”

  Lee had many bad habits that required money. The only way he was going to satisfy his fixes was to stay at the company and pretend to work.

  “Give Dad a chance, okay?” That was his way of asking Lee to reevaluate his life and try to do the right thing.

  “Sure, Drex. I’m on it.” In the background, a woman’s voice whined, as if she needed Lee’s attention.

  “I’ll let you go play. Talk to you later.” Like his father always did, Drex cut the connection first.

  He felt like shit. His brother needed help and what did he do? He’d walked away. Right now, he couldn’t handle his brother’s issues. He had problems of his own to figure out.

  Back in the garage, he told Carl the part would arrive tomorrow. He could tell by the way his brows rose that he wanted to ask how he’d pulled that rabbit out of the hat, but Drex didn’t give him the chance. “What else needs work?”

  “The Accord is making a ‘clanking’ sound, Mrs. Abernathy said. Check it out.”

  He loved mysteries and went to work. It wasn’t long before he caught sight of Ashley returning from lunch. Fortunately, she headed straight to her office and didn’t look his way.

  The afternoon was crazy hectic, but he loved the fast pace. The more work, the quicker his fingers flew. He only stopped once to help George with something that required four hands, but for the most part he was able to work quietly and get lost in his inner world.

  Someone tapped his shoulder. “It’s six, Drex. I gotta go,” Carl said.

  A streak of fear slammed him. He’d totally lost track of time. If Ashley had gone, he’d have to wait another agonizing day to tell her. When he looked up and saw her hunched over the computer, he let out a silent breath. “I’m almost finished.” He’d actually completed the job a half hour ago and was waiting for Carl to leave so he could approach her. He’d been cleaning the engine and checking all of the hoses, letting his mind wander between her and Lee.

  “You can lock up?”

  “You bet.” He looked around. “George gone?”

  “’Bout an hour ago.”

  He nodded. As soon as Carl left, Drex straightened his shoulders and walked into the office. Ashley looked up and blinked, acting as if he might be a mirage. When she smiled, his heart nearly stopped. This was not good.

  He held up his greasy hands. “You staying for a few more minutes?”

  “I can. What do you need?”

  You. He immediately erased the thought. “Give me a sec to wash up and I’ll be back.”

  “Sure. I have enough work to keep me busy for an hour.”

  He didn’t need but five. Drex rushed toward the bathroom, his mind going way too fast and his gut churning. What is wrong with you? It wasn’t like he was some doctor who had to tell someone they only had a few weeks to live.

  He ducked in the unisex bathroom and noticed the plastic flower
s on the small side table that held the paper towels. He smiled. That was Ashley’s touch, no doubt. He scrubbed his hands three times, but there was still a trace of grease under his nails. He smelled his fingers. Yikes. She’d placed some hand lotion on the sink. While he occasionally used the stuff in Portland, he didn’t dare use it here. But desperate times called for desperate measures. The scent would mask the foul oil scent.

  When he’d done all he could, he inhaled, ready to face the woman who’d come to mean too much to him.

  Just don’t fuck this up.

  He locked the front entrance to make sure no one would disturb them then strode into her office. There were two wooden chairs in front of her desk for the customers to sit. He’d rather place a hip on the edge of the desk, but he didn’t want to frighten her by being so close. Instead he stood to the side.

  She looked up. “What can I do for you?”

  Forgive me for lying? Not take this out on Tatum?

  His dad always taught him to get right to the point, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized if he told her, she’d never talk to him again, and he wasn’t ready for the rejection. His gut told him to forget the truth for one more hour.

  As if another person inhabited his body, he kept his gaze on her face and held out his hands. “Come here, Ashley.”

  She just stared at him, but he held his ground. Her chest rose and she slowly eased to a stand. His heart raced and felt like it had in high school when the girl he’d fantasized about all year agreed to go to their junior prom. Ever so slowly, she stepped toward him.

  “Drex? What’s going on?”

  If she hadn’t wet her lips and looked so inviting, enticing, and fucking sexy, he might have been able to walk away. But he couldn’t. He’d never wanted anything more in his life. For once, he wouldn’t analyze why he shouldn’t do this. He only knew that he had to.

  With one step, he closed the gap between them, drew her hard to his chest, and kissed her like a man on a mission. His cock pressed against her belly and her soft, supple breasts plastered against his chest. God, but she was perfect. He couldn’t wait to taste her and demanded entrance.

  She moaned and then opened her mouth as if she wanted to give herself to him. When her hands wrapped around his neck, he drowned in desire. She wasn’t tentative as she stabbed her tongue around his. She tasted warm and sweet as she stroked her tongue over the roof of his mouth. He’d never felt such instant attraction before. Throwing caution to the wind, he slid his hands under her shirt and waited for her to withdraw.

  She didn’t. Holy shit. Her moan came out loud, and the twisting of their tongues grew hotter and bolder. Jesus, but he was on fire.

  He was the one to step back. “I have to have you.” He closed his eyes for a moment, not knowing what he would do if she said no.

  Her response was to grab the waistband of his pants and undo the button. My God, but this woman was everything he wanted and needed. They tore at each other’s garments, not caring where the articles of clothing landed. They only took a moment’s break to rid themselves of their shoes. The tile floor was cold, but he didn’t mind, and from her frantic pace as she stepped out of her pants, she didn’t care either.

  Drex finished stripping first, and as he watched her unveil her beauty piece by piece, he located a condom in the far recesses of his wallet. Never had he anticipated doing this, but damn it, being with her felt so right.

  Ashley reached behind her to undo her bra when he held up a hand. “Let me, darlin’. I’ve dreamt about this moment for too long.”

  “You have? I didn’t think you even liked me.”

  “My problem was that I liked you too much.” Before she asked a hundred more questions that he didn’t want to answer right now, he dragged her to his chest and kissed her again.

  This time he nibbled on her bottom lip as he unhooked her bra. Once free, her breasts seemed to lurch forward as if they were deliriously happy to be unrestrained. He intensified the kiss as he moved his palms closer to her fantastic tits.

  He inhaled deeply and looked behind her. Her desk was mostly devoid of paper, but he needed more space.

  “We need to clear the desk.”

  In seconds, they’d piled everything on the chairs and placed the laptop under the desk. With ease, he lifted her on top. Knowing how hard the surface was, he folded his shirt and had her sit on it. “Better?”

  “Yes.” Her eyes were hazy with lust and he couldn’t wait to adore every inch of her.

  He stepped closer and when she reached out to touch his cock, he grabbed her wrist. “You can’t. Not now. I want you too much.” He pressed lightly on her shoulder until she leaned back on her elbows. “You are so beautiful. I’ve had such a hard time concentrating on those cars, knowing you were in here.”

  “I never knew.”

  He leaned over and kissed her lightly. Their lips formed a bond that he didn’t want to break, but his cock hurt with need. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of her pretty pink panties. “Lift up.”

  As she did, he discarded them in a flash. When he saw her hot naked pussy, pre-cum oozed out his cock. “Oh, Ashley. You are a dream come true.”

  Before she told him to stop, he planted her feet on the desk, eased her back a few inches, and licked her clean. Her sweet juices altered something inside him. After tasting her, he knew he’d never be the same. He slid one hand up to her breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Oh, Drex. Yes.”

  Her sensual cry almost pushed him over the edge. He never had a problem controlling himself, but with Ashley, he’d met his match.

  Chapter Ten

  Everything told her she shouldn’t have given into Drex, but Ashley was weak when she was around him. Maybe it was after she made love with Tatum that she knew she had to have both. There was something about Drex that spoke to her. She liked that he appeared tentative around her, like he was some caged animal ready to burst out of his skin. As crazy as it seemed, she yearned to release his inner beast.

  He slipped a finger into her pussy, and she had to drop back her head to gulp in enough air to breathe. His single touch set every nerve on fire. He then sucked on her clit, and at the same time wiggled his finger in her wet slit, twisting and pulling her nipple, just the way she liked it. Overwhelmed, she tried to lift her hips for more contact.

  “Easy there. I want you more than you can imagine, but let me love you the way you deserve.”

  No one had said words like that—not even his romantic roommate. She rested her head on folded arms.

  Drex growled at her new position. He stood and leaned over her, his cock so close to her opening that she wanted to scream for him to take her. When his tongue slid over her nipple, she groaned in delight.

  He pulled the tip taut and pressed hard on the other puckered peak. Streaks of pleasure raced down her side and lit up her clit. She wanted the friction of his hard cock, but she knew he was a man to take her only when he so chose.

  He lifted up long enough to adore the other nipple. “I could taste you all night.”

  “No. Please. I need you.” The bastard just might torture her for hours. He seemed the type to have the resolve of steel.

  He looked up and smiled, a devilish glint in his eye. “Oh, you will get me. Rest assured.”

  Foil ripped and he stepped back to don a condom. He pulled her off the desk and kissed her again, only this time he searched out her mouth, gently exploring all of her. He must have eaten one of the leftover donuts recently, because he had a hint of sugar on his breath.

  His thumbs rubbed her now-sensitive nipples and with each stroke, her body yearned for him to take her.

  She closed her eyes and once more wrapped her arms around his neck. Too bad, his cock was wedged tightly between them.

  “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Thank God. “Yes.”

  He lifted her up by her waist and she did as he asked. He then tur
ned them around. “Use the desk as leverage and fuck me to your heart’s content.” When he grinned, her heart was lost.

  She’d never done anything like this before, so she waited a second for him to guide her. She didn’t dare let go for fear she’d fall. Right now, his cock was pressed between his belly and her pussy. To give him room to maneuver, she placed her feet on the edge of the desk, pressed her hips back, and lifted up on her toes.

  Drex slid his hand between them and angled his cock under her opening. She didn’t know if making love with this ever-changing man was wise, but her hormones were blocking all rational thought. As carefully as she could, she bent her knees. The second his cock touched her wet slit her body burst with desire. It didn’t help that at that moment, he dipped his head and nabbed a nipple between his teeth. Electricity sparked every cell.

  Opening her hips wider, she slid downward, and his cock stretched her wide. “Oh, my God.”

  Drex lifted his head. “You should be me. My cock has gone to heaven. Your pussy is an incredibly tight sleeve, hugging me close.” He inhaled and his lids drooped as if he, too, had to battle for control.

  As she lifted this time, she leaned closer to put more pressure on her breasts. She dropped down on him until the tip of his cock banged against the end. She yelled and closed her eyes to help absorb the massive lust zooming through her veins.

  Drex’s hands slid under her ass and suddenly she was floating and moving. He lifted his head and kissed her with a tenderness she didn’t know he possessed.

  “Don’t move,” he ground out. “I’m really trying to last, but your sweet pussy is doing things to me that even I can’t explain.”

  He walked them the four feet to the door and she feared he’d carry her naked into the garage—a garage with windows that opened onto the street. He closed the office door, pressed her back against the door’s glass window, and tightened his grip on her ass.

  “Let me love you,” Drex whispered.