Motorhead

by Landish, Lauren

  “I hear you work up at that coffee shop in the Grand Waterway,” Oliver replies. “Enjoy it ?”

  I roll my eyes. “Most of the time. I’ve been hoping to open my own one day. There’s a ton that we have to do to fit with hotel policies that I don’t like. I’ve been saving and saving, and I mean, working with Gavin and Bri is great and all, but . . .”

  “Running a business is harder than you think. If you think you work a lot now, wait until you have your own,” Oliver says .

  I stop, surprised. “Yeah, but it will be mine so — ”

  “You’ll work harder?” he interrupts. “Yeah, at first you will, but then it’ll become the same old, same old and you’ll want to slop the work off on some other poor bastard .”

  “That’s not my style,” I say .

  He shrugs, uncaring. “That’s what they all say .”

  “Well, they’re wrong,” I say more sharply than I intended, and I realize it. “Sorry. But I don’t shirk shit off onto my workers .”

  Oliver waves it off. “Don’t be. At least you’re being real. I imagine you won’t be as soon as we see your family .”

  His little jab stings. But I feel like I have to do this next bit. “My mother, she’s uh . . . she’s marrying someone who has money. She’s become a little snobby .”

  Oliver groans, rubbing at his temples as he gives me raised eyebrows. “One of those ?”

  “Yeah. One of those.” I pause, digging in my purse to bring out a picture. “I brought a picture book with names attached. This might be a little easier if you can recognize a few of them .”

  I toss it over to him, and he opens it and begins flipping through pages. “Aunt Rita,” he mutters .

  “You’ll love her. She’s a firecracker with a sharp mouth .”

  Oliver keeps going, pausing a few pages later. “Roxy? Cute name. She looks like you .”

  “That’s my sister. She calls herself a younger, better version of me. But that’s a lie.” I swing my hair around, lifting my nose to the ceiling. “You can’t top perfection .”

  He chuckles and flips through a few more pages then sets the book aside. “I can handle it. I’ll give it a look over later .”

  “Also,” I say, digging in my purse and pulling out a piece of paper, “I’ve prepared a list of rules, some dos and don'ts. Just so we’re on the same page here .”

  I feel stupid. When I made it this morning, I didn't know I’d be walking right into a man who’s literally sex on a stick, but he just flashes me a little grin. “Hit me .”

  I try not to tremble as I recite them. “First, when we’re not in the presence of my family, you’re not allowed to touch me. And if there comes a time where we display affection for show, only I initiate it. Also, in front of my family, you’ll never lay a hand anywhere on my body that can be deemed inappropriate. Last, you’ll always be respectful and laugh at my jokes .”

  My heart is pounding as I lower the paper. “I’ll give you a paper with more, but that’s all I could think of for now .”

  He chuckles, amused. “That’s cute. But I’m going to let you know now, Princess, that I’ve never followed rules well .”

  I grip my throat as anger flares up. “What’s that supposed to mean ?”

  He smiles. “We’re supposed to be engaged, aren't we ?”

  “Yes, but—” I start, but Oliver cuts me off, his eyes quieting me in an instant .

  “Okay then. Then let’s be real. If I want to kiss you in front of your family, I will. If I want to grab your ass to show them what’s mine, I will.” His eyes bore into me with an intensity that seems to say, and if I want to fuck you, I will. So get your pretty little head used to that idea, Princess .

  Oh, my God. What have I gotten myself into ?

  “I’m willing to pull off this little act for Gavin,” he continues, “but I’m not going to act like some cuckold to make you look better .”

  I draw myself up, ready to unleash fury on him. Let him know that he can go fuck himself and I’ll just fess up to my lie, but I’m interrupted by a sound in the doorway. It’s Brianna in the doorway with Gavin, Rafe balanced on her hip. “Everything going okay in here? Have you two decided where you’re staying on your honeymoon yet ?”

  Looking at the grinning Brianna and the adorable baby in her arm, I feel my defenses falling. Fessing up makes my stomach crawl, and I don’t have much choice now. I can't find someone else and he knows it .

  But looking at the smirk on Oliver’s face, something tells me this might actually be fun .

  “Yeah,” I finally say to Brianna. I turn my eyes back to Oliver, giving him a challenging grin of my own. “Hell, I might enjoy doing some ball busting over the next few days .”

  Oliver gives me a smirk. One that says like hell, you will .

  Chapter 4

  Oliver

  I trail my finger over the photograph of Mindy, sitting back in my office chair and shaking my head. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve got a lot to get done before I leave. Getting a company off the ground takes a lot of work, even with a large bank account. But instead of getting work done, I’m staring at this photo .

  She’s so fucking beautiful. I thought I knew what to expect, but meeting her in person was intense. As soon as I laid eyes on her, any regrets went out the window. I played it cool, though, not letting her know the effect she had on me .

  My fingers trace over the lips of her picture. I can’t wait to taste them. The way she tried to get all high and mighty with me makes me eager to show her who’s the boss. If she thinks I’m about to follow all of her silly little rules, she’s got another thing coming. I’m gonna take what I want, and judging from the look she had in her eyes, she’s gonna love every minute of it .

  My dick hardens in my pants and suddenly, I have to adjust my collar and loosen my tie. Fuck , I think to myself. I haven’t gotten this worked up in a long time. Get a hold of yourself, Oliver .

  But the only thing I want to take hold of is her ass. Grip those bubbly, luscious cheeks in my hands and pull her in close, taking her body and ravaging it for everything that it's worth. My cock throbs harder in my pants, dying to be let out even if I am in my office. I hold in a groan. I refuse to let her have this power over me .

  But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get her out of my head. Even worse, I’m actually looking forward to the trip. I need this. I’m gonna have her eating out of my hand in no time. Oh, the things I’m going to do to her. I bite my lower lip at the thought .

  My cock throbs again, but I ignore it. I tuck the picture of Mindy underneath my briefcase and push the thoughts of her out of my mind .

  I open my email on my laptop, trying to focus on the things I need to take care of. It's afternoon and I'm stuck in my office in the middle of town, trying to get my affairs in order before my trip. We’re leaving in two days, and whether I need it or not, part of me wonders if I’m walking into a fucking trap. Mindy’s mom must be a piece of work for her to have to lie .

  There’s a knock on my door, pulling my attention away. Martha, my part-time secretary, sticks her head in. “Mr. Steele? Your ride is ready .”

  “Thanks, Martha,” I say. “You sure you can hold down the fort ?”

  Martha looks around our small, two-room office and chuckles. “I’m pretty sure,” she says. “But sir, hiring a car ?”

  “He’s family, and besides, it’s a tax write-off,” I joke. Martha is great for me. She’s a natural penny pincher, and it helps balance my splurging tendencies. I know she’s saved me a lot of money as we get Steele Security Solutions off the ground. “When we get back, I’ll introduce you to him. Your daughter might like him .”

  Martha, whose daughter is nineteen and just starting college, laughs. “If he’s anything like you, Mr. Steele, I’ll have my shotgun ready .”

  I laugh. “You’ve got me all wrong. Okay, I’ll be back .”

  Outside, the black Lincoln SUV with a driver waits, and I climb in. The driver and I say
nothing as we head over to the university. I spend the whole time working on my tablet, relishing the peace and quiet. When we pull up outside one of the dorms, my brother Anthony sticks his head out of a third-floor window, a wiseass grin on his face .

  “Don’t you just look important as fuck?” he yells loud enough for the whole campus to hear .

  I growl, already fed up with his antics. I know he's younger, twenty-one years old and still in college, but he goes out of his way to be a smartass and piss me off. When our parents divorced, he badly wanted to go live with my father, but my father wanted me to go with him instead. So Anthony went with Mom, and it was timing I guess that brought me home just as he started looking for his own freedom. He’s going to college in town but staying in the dorm, and he needed to not have Mom to worry about .

  “Get your ass down here, would you?” I yell back, knowing I look like an asshole standing outside a college dorm building in a suit and tie and yelling up at one of the students, but I can’t help it. They’ve got locks on the doors .

  “Two minutes!” Anthony says, and for once, he’s actually on time, though I sort of wish he’d put on something besides a sleeveless T-shirt and jeans. He approaches the SUV, laughing at the magnetic removable logo on the side .

  “Steele Security Solutions? Sounds like something out of a damn comic book. You got a super suit in the back ?”

  “Just get in,” I grumble, making Tony laugh as he gets under my skin. I swear, every little brother in the world is born with the sole mission of pissing off their elder sibling .

  “What, you missing the secretary and the morning blowjob?” he needles me, as always. “You’re usually more patient .”

  “I’ve got shit to do, that’s all. I’m going to be out of town for a week,” I reply as the driver pulls away. “I’ve arranged for Martha to be looking in on Mom .”

  “Martha? She’s nearly as old as Mom,” Anthony bitches. “Can’t you at least get some naughty little home helper instead? I’ve got vacation next week, asshole .”

  I check the urge to give him the beating my parents never did. He’s a cocky little shit. “I’d have just asked you, but I know you’re going to be spending your whole vacation chasing tail .”

  “Damn, Oli, that’s harsh even for you,” Anthony says. “So what’s the deal? I can help if you need it. I mean, it’s Mom .”

  I think for a second, calming down. “Okay then. Listen, I need you to take care of some things while I’m gone .”

  “Where are you going to—” Anthony starts, but I cut him off. My brother is all questions when he wants to be .

  “That doesn't matter,” I say flatly. “I need you to man up and take care of some stuff this week. Martha can take care of the office, but I need you on backup. And I need you to help out with Mom .”

  “When are you leaving?” Anthony asks, growing more serious. He’s got some potential at least .

  “In a few days,” I say, not offering more .

  Anthony shakes his head. “I can’t. Dad wants me to check on a property for him down in Georgia. I’m flying out Tuesday .”

  “Fuck him,” I say, sharper than I intend. “And fuck his grooming .”

  Anthony recoils slightly and goes silent for a moment. “Are you going to tell me what happened between you two? It’s been months now, and neither of you will say what went down .”

  I clench my teeth, looking out the window. I still get hot under the collar thinking about the disagreements we had. “Another time.” I make sure I say it with enough conviction so he won’t press the issue .

  Anthony’s silent for a few moments before he replies, his voice quiet and intense. “You’re an asshole, Oliver. And Dad’s gonna be pissed when he can’t count on me .”

  “That’s too bad. He doesn’t need you. Mom does .”

  “He wants me to take your place, you know. At the company,” Anthony says. “Says he needs a right hand he can trust .”

  Anger surges through my chest. He gave me the same line of shit back when I was twenty-one and he was recruiting me. But Anthony doesn’t understand. “That will be the biggest mistake you ever make .”

  “Seems like you’re the one making a big mistake,” Anthony replies hotly. “Look at you, giving up your stake in our father’s company and moving here. And for what? Tell me one thing that’s here for you .”

  “Mom,” I say. Truth be told, the list ends there, but it’s enough .

  Anthony goes silent, guilt showing on his face. I know why. He wanted desperately to go with Dad like I did, to live the good life. But that would’ve left our mother all alone .

  “You’re right,” he says quietly. “There’s Mom .”

  I nod. “And I need you to spend time with her while I’m gone. In fact, I want you to stay at her house rather than the dorm. Martha shouldn’t be the one taking care of her .”

  Anthony looks pained at that comment. “Damn, man. Travis said he was going to hook me up with this hot chick this weekend — ”

  The stony look on my face shuts him up. “I'm going to need you to stop making excuses. Take some fucking responsibility for once .”

  Before Anthony can start, I cut him off. “I was supposed to help her with fixing the lights in the basement. She twisted her ankle doing laundry and needs a few things done around the house .”

  Anthony swallows. “I didn’t know .”

  “You don’t call. You never check on her.” I could go off on him about how he lives in the same town and neglects his mother. I checked in with Mom more when I was in college, and I was several states away. He lives in the same town .

  “I’ve just been busy with classes. School work. This shit’s harder for me than it was for you .”

  I turn away, looking out the window and ending the conversation. I don’t need to hear his excuses. I've always known that actions speak louder than words, and Anthony's actions have amounted to diddly squat when it comes to his relationship with our mother. Finally, as we pull up in front of Mom’s house, I turn back to him, my voice quiet .

  “There’s more to life than just having a corner office, fucking chicks, and partying. Time to be a man, Anthony .”

  * * *

  “O h, my word, my two boys,” my mom, Jamie Steele, says as we step into the living room of her house. She tries to get up from her seat, an old raggedy recliner, but I quickly motion her back down, noticing her bandaged ankle .

  “Sit down, Mom,” I tell her, closing the door. “No pressure on the ankle, remember ?”

  I don't give her a chance to respond. I quickly make my way across the room, bend down, and pull her into my arms. It's been a few days since I last saw her, but she looks disheveled, her hair in disarray. She has fine frown lines going down the front on her lips brought on by cigarette smoke. Another thing Gavin and I agree on—I hate cigarettes, but I can’t stop her. It makes her look a lot older than she really is .

  Her eyes light up when I step away, and she looks at Anthony. “And Anthony too? What have I done to deserve this ?”

  “Oh, stop it,” Anthony says sheepishly, coming forward to give her a hug .

  “I can't help it,” she says as she pulls away. “You never come to see me. The last time I had you both under this roof is when Oliver came home from . . .”

  Her voice trails off and a distant look comes over her eyes. I know what she's thinking about. How I left her to be my father's pet child. I thought she'd be okay with Anthony, but he resented the fact that I was gone and took it out on her like any kid would, with lots of stress and backtalk. It was only the fact that he was a kid when he did it that saved him from an ass beating .

  She didn't tell me how bad it was until I came back home. I was furious when I found out what was really going on. At the same time, I felt guilty. I felt like maybe I shouldn't have left. And to know that she didn't take one red cent from my father makes it worse. She lives off the meager income she gets from her job as an office manager for a trucking company.
I try to give her money to help, but she's too prideful to take any. I barely convinced her to take time off work with her ankle .

  “You know I'm sorry,” Anthony says, and I think Mom’s words hit him harder than mine did. “I'm going to try to do better. Oliver told me that you hurt your ankle .”

  “Yeah, I was trying to get the fabric softener refill in the basement when I fell,” Mom says. “My own fault. You know, Anthony, if you’d be more dependable . . .”

  I think Anthony’s had enough. I went in on him the way over here, so I interrupt Mom before she can really get going. “Mom, Anthony’s going to be saying with you for the week. I asked him to help out at my office, and then he said he wanted to spend some quality time with you .”

  Anthony gives me a grateful look as Mom turns to him, her face brightening in disbelief. “Tony? Is that true ?”

  He nods his head. “Yes. I’ll help out with any work you need around the house. Help out with groceries, take care of the basement, all that .”

  “You’ll see, Mom,” I say. “Tony’s going to be a great help while I’m gone .”

  My mom turns to me. “Gone? Gone where ?”

  I grit my teeth. I can lie to Anthony, but I can't lie to Mom. “Just going away for a week to a wedding .”

  My mom’s eyebrows raise. “A wedding? Whose wedding ?”

  “A friend’s. I'm going as someone's date.” It's not a total lie but one I can get away with. I can hear Anthony grind his teeth, and I know I’ve got some explaining to do with him later. Not now .

  “It must be someone important if you have to leave town for a week,” Mom fishes a bit too eagerly. “It sure would be nice to have some grandbabies .”

  I almost blanch. She snuck that one in there with a quickness I wasn’t prepared for. Babies are the furthest thing from my mind right now .

  “It’s totally not like that,” I say, my tone firm, letting her know the discussion is closed. “I’m doing it as a favor .”

  My mom looks around suddenly, very excited. “Well, since I have you both here, why don’t I make your favorite, cherry pie? Hmm? If nothing else, we can spend some family time together before you leave with some good home-style cooking .”