by Sasha White
Ian quirked an eyebrow when she put the phone back on the counter. “It’s my friend Scarlet, checking in to see how last night went at the club.”
“You should answer her.”
“It’s rude to text someone when you’re in the middle of a conversation with someone else.”
Ian laughed. “Yes, I agree. But we’re done talking about the important stuff, and she’s probably worried about you. You should answer her.”
Ronnie picked up the phone, keyed it open, and showed the message to Ian. “She’s not worried. She wants details.”
He read the message and laughed, the sound filling the room and lifting her spirit even higher. God, he had a great laugh.
Then he took the phone from her hands and started typing. Ronnie leaned in, reading what he sent.
Ronnie: Not tied up.
Scarlet: Fucked? You got fucked? Yes! Tell me it was Ian, It was Ian, right?
“You told her about me?”
“I might’ve said something about knowing you before and seeing you again.”
Yes, it was Ian, he typed. He’s amazing. Best lay ever. And, tonight, he’s going to tie me up and beat my ass red for the fun of it.
Her jaw dropped, and she stared at him. “What?”
Ian ignored her, laughing at whatever Scarlet had texted back. Holding the phone close, he sat back in his chair so she couldn’t read the screen anymore.
“Ian!” she reached for the phone.
“No,” he commanded. “You gave it to me. Now I get to play. You sit like a good sub and wait.”
“She’s my best friend, Ian. Be careful.”
He dropped his hands and looked at her. “You trusted me with your body, now trust me with this.”
She sat, silent, drinking her coffee and watching him text for five solid minutes. It was fucking hell. Not because she didn’t trust him, but because she really wanted to know what they were saying and it was taking forever for their conversation to end.
Finally, he put the phone face down on the table in front of her. “Done.”
She reached for it, and he laid his hand on top of hers. “Uh uh.”
“Huh?”
“She’s happy you’re safe and that you got laid. She’ll talk to you tomorrow afternoon when she gets back from her trip. You’re having an early dinner with her at your place. She’s bringing it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “If that’s all it says, why can’t I read it?”
“Because I said so.”
They looked at one another, Ronnie fighting the urge to snatch up the phone, Ian watching her closely to see what she would do. She got the feeling it was some sort of test, and, suddenly, not failing that test mattered more than reading the texts.
“Do I ever get to read them?” she asked, not sure she could leave it alone for very long.
“Yes, but if you read them before I say it’s okay, I really will spank your ass red tonight, and I don’t think you’ll enjoy it.” He kissed her again before getting up and heading to the sink. “I’ve got a couple of things I have to do today, but I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
She bit her lip. Was it always going to be like that? Ian telling her what to do, testing her? She’d been on her own far most of her life, and was used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted to. She wasn’t sure she could put up with Ian being in control of things in her day to day life.
He turned from the counter and their eyes met. He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to comment, but she shook her head and said nothing. She had all day to think about what she could and wouldn’t put up with. There was no point in talking about it until she’d made up her own mind.
She stood and went to put her boots on while he gathered his keys and things. After lacing up, she stood at the door waiting. She’d driven them there the night before, so she’d bring him back to his car at the club, or to the office, whichever he preferred. She was standing by the sofa, her mind racing in every direction when Ian came down the hall from the bedroom. Dark eyes alight with purpose he strode right to her, cupped her head in his hands and slanted his mouth over hers.
All coherent thought fled as she opened for him. He dominated every one of her senses; the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his body against hers, the smell of him filling her head so that when he pulled back and searched her gaze, she clung to him in a total girly fashion.
“Better?”
“Uhm,” she struggled to get her heart rate under control and her brain functioning again. “UHmm, yeah. Good.”
He smiled, placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, then spun her around, and ushered her toward the door with a firm swat on the ass. “Let’s get going, then.”
Ian opted to get his car, and on the drive there they made plans to meet at the club around nine. She dropped him off, and after another soul shaking kiss, drove away with a dreamy smile on her face. It was barely after seven in the morning on a Saturday, and she was wide-awake and smiling.
Damn, the man was magic.
Chapter Two
Ian sat in the restaurant, staring at nothing, trying not to think about how this was going to go. Dave Graham had been surprised to hear from him when Ian had called, but he hadn’t hesitated in agreeing to meet him for lunch that afternoon. Then again, Dave didn’t know yet that Ian had been back in the city for a few years, or that he was now seeing Ronnie. His little cousin.
The same one Dave thought of as a little sister, and who he was very protective of.
Yeah, Ian thought as he saw his old high school buddy stride into the shop. This could go either way.
“Ian, it’s great to see you!” Dave said as came toward the table. “Did you just get back into town?”
May as well jump right in.
“Actually, no,” he said as he stood to greet his old friend. “I’ve been back for a few years.”
Dave gave him a what-the-fuck look, but still shook the hand Ian held out to him. When they were both sitting, Ian continued. “Yeah, I came back almost five years ago to develop some software for a local business and stayed to start my own company. I should’ve called you when I first came back, but it was all about work, and, well, to be honest, I felt bad for not keeping in touch after I left. It was easier to leave the past in the past.”
The waitress arrived, and Dave ordered a beer. When she left, he met Ian’s gaze, and smiled the same grin that had made him so popular in high school. “It’s all good. I get how work can take over your life sometimes. I’m glad you thought to reach out now, though. I’ve wondered about you over the years. Maybe if Facebook had been around when we were kids we would’ve stayed in touch, ” he said with a laugh.
Jesus, he was still the same old easy-going Dave he’d been almost fifteen years ago.
Why was he surprised? Dave had always had always been a very simple, straightforward guy.
Dave’s beer came, and they ordered their meals then sat quietly for a minute. “So, what kind of consulting do you do?”
“Software. I got tired of being a developer and started my own consulting company so I could stay here.”
Dave frowned. “What’s the difference between a software developer and a consultant?”
Ian grinned. “A consultant does the same job as a developer, mostly, but gets paid a lot more.”
They laughed, and Dave shook his head. “You always were a smart son of a bitch.”
Ian relaxed a little more as they traded facts about what they were both doing now. Dave was a lawyer in his father’s law firm, married, with a son and another kid on the way.
“You seem settled and happy with your life,” Ian said right as the waitress showed up with their food.
“Yeah, I am. Ronnie, on the other hand, is still a bit of a wild child, though.”
Never gonna get a better opening than that, Ian told himself.
“Actually,” he said, “I ran into Ronnie a few weeks ago.”
“Yeah? She never mentioned it.”
Dave set down his burger, staring at him. Ian met his gaze straight on, but remained silent. When Dave picked up his burger and started eating again without saying anything, Ian knew better than to relax. He did start eating himself, though, trying at least to appear relaxed.
“Define seeing,” Dave said.
“I’m not going to fuck her and leave her,” Ian said bluntly. “You don’t know this, but I’ve always liked Ronnie. Running into her recently the way I did made it impossible for me not to try and make a go of it.”
“I’m not an idiot, Ian. I knew you had the hots for her in high school. Shit, all the guys did. Not that she ever noticed the way any of them looked at her. She’s always sort of been in her own world, thinking no one liked her because she was so different. It never occurred to her that guys tend to covet something that is different.” He glared at Ian. “That’s not what this is, right?”
“Hell, no! I love that she’s her own woman, but she’s not a novelty to me, Dave. I promise you that.” Ian shifted in his seat, unusually unsure of himself. His need for Ronnie for was already stronger than any he’d ever felt, the connection deeper. Was he really ready for this?
“You care about her?”
“Of course I care about her.” He paused, surprising himself when he admitted aloud. “I’ve always cared about her.”
They looked at each other for another minute in silence. “I know I don’t have any say in who Ronnie does or doesn’t see. That girl has always been her own person, even when she was ten years old tromping around Brentwood in her scuffed up skit-kickers,” Dave said. “She’s got thick walls, and it’s going to take perseverance to get through them. If you manage it, and then you leave like you did before, I’ll find you and I’ll fuck you up.”
Ian understood the protectiveness, had expected it. Shit, he even envied them the tight family ties that brought it on. His own family was basically non-existent since his grandmother had raised him while his parents were off being doctors in Uganda or Zimbabwe. As a kid he was lucky if he got a birthday card from them each year, as an adult, he only heard from them when he got the yearly “We’re alive and well” christmas card.
His whole family dynamic was one of the reasons why he’d connected with Ronnie so deeply when she first moved to California. His parents weren’t dead, but they weren’t around, either, so when he was a kid and he’d found Ronnie crying in an old tree house that he, Dave, and their friends had built years earlier, his heart had gone out to her. Ten years old to his thirteen, and she’d been orphaned. He’d wanted nothing more than to wipe the anger, grief, and loneliness out of her big dark eyes, but he hadn’t known how. He’d simply sat down without saying a word, so she wouldn’t be alone, and later, when she’d leaned against his arm and cried some more, he’d understood.
Now he sat there staring at her cousin, wondering exactly how to respond to that without completely spilling his guts. Dave waved the waitress over and ordered another beer before turning to Ian again. “So how do you think the Clippers are gonna do this season?”
Ian decided if Dave was willing to let it go there, so was he. He settled in to talk sports with his old friend. After all, he had walked out of their lives with no warning once before. He wouldn’t do it again though.
“Well,” Zane, the owner of the garage she worked at, drawled when Ronnie walked into the shop a half hour later. “Someone had a good night.”
Ronnie grinned at him. “Yes, I did. What about you?”
“Tina had a slumber party,” he said, talking about his thirteen-year-old daughter. “They held a séance.”
“Really? Did it work?” she asked before he could ask about her own night.
He glared at her balefully, and she laughed as they walked in the back door of Sam’s Auto together. The local speedway was hosting a race-off on Sunday for their regular Thursday Night Thunder drivers, and a couple of her regulars had asked specifically for her to check their cars over the day before the race. Since Scarlet was out of town anyway, Ronnie had agreed to go in and give them a little extra attention. It was a good thing, too, otherwise she’d likely spend all day lying on the couch, driving herself nuts with thoughts of exactly how things were between her and Ian.
She hated the doubt that crept around in the back of her mind after the phone thing that morning. She knew Ian. Sure they hadn’t seen each other for more than a decade, but in the last few weeks, she’d gotten to know him again through the club. He was still the good guy he’d always been. He truly was dominant, not just some asshole playing at it. He also accepted her as she was, ugly chapped hands, boyish figure, and stubborn streak all together. He was everything she’d dreamt of, and now that she had him, she didn’t want to screw it up.
Tina saw them through the window between the shop and the front office and waved. “Jesus, did she grow taller overnight?”
“Every day,” Zane said. “Not just taller either. She’s looking more and more like her mother every day.”
Zane stared at his daughter, his expression slightly lost, and Ronnie’s heart clenched. Zane and Maria, Tina’s mom, had always seemed so connected to each other. They never purposefully excluded anyone, but the two of them had been so in love that, even after being together for years, they couldn’t be in the same room without touching each other constantly, and heat arched between them every time their eyes met in some silent communication. Watching them had been the first time Ronnie had actually yearned for a man in her life. A partner.
“She’d be proud of you both, you know?”
“I wonder sometimes…”
“Wonder what?”
He looked down at her, and she saw the worry in his clear blue eyes. “How Maria would feel about Tina working here so much, about what sort of person she’d be if her mom had been here to raise her, about how the hell I’m gonna deal when she starts being interested in boys.” He ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. “Shit, Ronnie, I have no clue what I’m doing. Her boobs are starting to grow, and she’s gonna get her first period soon, and, man, I so don’t want to have to talk to her about that.”
She laughed at the image in her mind of this six-foot hulk of a muscled man sitting on the edge of a girly flowered bed showing his daughter how to use a tampon. Zane glared at her. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s okay, Zane.” Swallowing her laughter, Ronnie decided not to share the mental image with her friend. She could ease his worry some, though. “Tina got her first period almost a year ago, and I helped her get sorted. If you want, I’ll take her shopping for a bra as well.”
His jaw dropped open then snapped shut with a click of his teeth. “She already has her period?”
“Yep.” She snickered. “Your little girl is a woman.”
She debated telling Zane his daughter was also already interested in boys, but decided to leave that one alone. Better for everyone involved if he remained clueless a little longer.
Just then Tina stuck her head through the door to the front and yelled at them. “Why are you guys still standing there yapping? Pete’s here with the Beast, Ronnie. I told him to head to Bay 4. And, Dad, that truck isn’t going anywhere until you finish with the brakes, and I need that bay empty in the next thirty minutes or we’re gonna be real behind. Get on it, would you?” Then she was gone again, back at the counter answering the phone.
“Nope, not a little girl anymore.” Ronnie slapped Zane on the shoulder and walked away, leaving him there with a stunned look on his face.
She moved fast and slipped her coveralls on over her shorts and, by the time Pete had his Chevelle in the bay, she was ready for him. She lost herself in the work for a few hours, helping Pete get his car ready for race day. They changed the oil and the filter, pulled the plugs, and Ronnie was glad to see the dark soot of a well-run engine on them. She put the new ones in,
checked the fluids, and finished the service before checking the engine compression. Everything on the Beast checked out, and she gave him a grin as she closed the hood. “You’ve been working on her some, yeah?”
“Yeah.” The kid nodded. “Dad always told me it wasn’t enough to know how to change your oil. If you want to race, you have to know how to make the car perform. Still, I wanted you to look her over for me because no one can make her purr like you can.”
Not even twenty yet, he was young to be racing a car like this one, but he’d inherited the classic muscle car years earlier when his dad didn’t make it home from Iraq. It had become his prized possession, and Ronnie thought racing it made him feel closer to his father now.
Ronnie knew what it was like to lose a parent. Hell, she’d lost both of hers when she was ten, and she treasured the few things she had from her life with them, like the battered old cowboy boots she kept in the back of her closet. Her parents had given them to her the week before they’d died, and she treasured them.
“It’s good to do it yourself when you can,” she said, burying her own memories for now. “Helps you get a good feel for the car and makes a person a better driver I think. But you know I’m always here if you need me.”
“Thanks.” He nodded as he opened the driver’s door to climb in.
“And you know if I find out you’re racing her on the street like a fucking idiot, I won’t work on her, right?” she said before he was actually in the car.
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. “I’m no idiot.”
She grinned back and waved him away. “Good luck at the track!”
She watched him drive away and wondered at the way he’d called her ma’am. She was no ma’am or mistress. Sure, she was strong and independent, and proud of it, but, man, there was nothing she craved more than giving herself over to someone she could trust. Hyperaware of the unread texts on the phone in her back pocket, she realized that the real question was how much of herself did she want to give over, and how often.
She definitely had some thinking to do.