by Jessa York
OVERDRIVE
A SANTA LENA SIZZLES NOVEL
JESSA YORK
Untitled
To Katie and Abby,
There’s been no greater joy than seeing the world through your eyes.
“Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.”
Sonnet 3
-William Shakespeare
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright
Overdrive (A Santa Lena Sizzles Novel, Book Three) Jessa York
Copyright © 2018 JessaYork
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Prologue
She was flirting with me. I wasn’t some egotistical maniac. I knew the signs. Firstly, she avoided looking me in the eyes for too long. Secondly, she laughed at all my stories in her extremely appealing, breathy voice. I couldn’t wait to find out what that beautiful voice sounded like as she screamed my name when I made her come the first time. And the second time. And pretty much every time after that.
Anyway, thirdly, the little vixen had gazed down at my zipper no fewer than half a dozen times. Yep, I was keeping track.
I wasn’t gonna lie. I was a good-looking bastard and I’d seen that look many times. Ever since I was a kid, the girls flocked to me. I didn’t know why and didn’t care. But one thing you got after twenty-five years of females throwing themselves at you was good at knowing when one of them wanted you. And Miss Fancy Face wanted me. I wanted her and all her voluptuous curves in my bed as soon as I could get her asshole friend out of my car.
Originally, I thought they were together. However, the way they conversed hinted otherwise. That made me happy. Real fucking happy.
“Drop Vivienne off first, then me,” the handsome cowboy in the back seat said as he undid his tie, then scratched his neck. He looked late thirties, maybe forty. Rugged, hands-on kind of guy. Definitely not the dress-up-for-a-ball type.
His friend was the complete opposite. She had high-maintenance written all over her, from her perfectly curled hair to her classy clothes and sexy heels. Some men might shy away from a woman who spent that much time and money on how she looked. Not me. I appreciated the effort. Later, I’d reward her for the extra time she took.
“He can drop you off first. You’re going squirrely in that monkey suit of yours,” she said and laughed.
“I hate suits,” he said, tearing off his jacket.
“You’re just used to your usual uniform of jeans and a T-shirt,” Vivienne said before glaring back at him. “You need to get home. All your itching is driving me crazy.” She swiveled back around again, giving me another I’m-going-to-ravage-you look. We were definitely in agreement that our backseat driver had to go.
“We’ll take you home, then me.”
“I said, we’ll drop you off first,” Vivienne repeated in a no-nonsense tone, then she proceeded to give me the instructions. They bickered for a while, neither out and out addressing what the real elephant in the room was. She wanted me, and he didn’t think it was a great idea.
When the turn to his place came up, I took it, much to his objection. The lady was of age. She was years older than me and could decide for herself what she wanted to do with that gorgeous body of hers. Vivienne more than voiced her opinions. To me, that was a huge turn-on.
Shy girls could be cute and everything, but I liked my women loud, boisterous, and full of life. Not to mention with a little…meat on their bones. No skinny chicks need apply. I loved the female form, always had. Women’s bodies were gorgeous. I admired them. Not in a pervy way. Well, not only in a pervy way.
Man, I’d give my left nut to untie the tiny piece of fabric under her amazing breasts. If I somehow snagged that tantalizing ribbon and unleashed those extraordinary mounds for me to kiss and lick and play with…
Okay, I needed to stop getting any harder than I already was. Concentrating on these gravel roads in the dark was no picnic. Backseat Driver lived in an estate outside of town. It took us a bit to get there, but when we did, it was a sight to behold. I let out a loud whistle. His house was massive on a sprawling acreage.
“Nice place,” I said, nodding toward his pride and joy. I bet his wife was in her glory. The wedding band on his left hand told me he’d already found some lucky lady to share all of this with. If he wasn’t being such a dickhead right now, I’d be happy for him.
“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered as he fiddled with his phone.
“Dean, I’ve got this. Put your cell away,” Vivienne scolded him as he continued to pay the fare.
“That should be more than enough,” he said before thundering out, slamming the door behind him. Before we knew what was happening, the passenger side door was ripped open. “A minute of your time?” Dean said, steam rising from his ears.
Vivienne huffed. “I’ll be right back.” When she exited, the door didn’t close completely, allowing me to hear a good portion of what they said.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said, throwing his coat to the ground in a fit of rage. Christ, the man was pissed.
“I’m going home, if you’d stop acting like a big baby,” she countered, hands on her hips in angry defiance.
“You don’t even know him. He’s got to be more than ten years younger than you,” he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. Well, looks like I’d lost a fan. I hoped he didn’t know how to get on the ride-share app to give me a poor rating. One star: he took home my hot friend and fucked her into next week.
Now that was one bad review I wouldn’t mind receiving.
Vivienne’s voice lowered, so I only heard every third word or so. However, her body language was as equally hysterical as Dean’s.
“You just finished telling me how you wanted to settle down and find the one,” he said right in her face. A hot pain shot through my heart. That was the bigges
t problem with having a one-night stand with an older woman. They tended to be clingier on average than your normal twenty-something girls. Trust me, twenty-year-old girls were plenty possessive.
God knows I’d had enough practice letting women down easy. At this point in my life, the last thing I needed was a distraction for more than a night or two. My head had to be focused on my goals, not on developing relationships and playing house.
I’d take her back to her place for some fun, and she’d fall for me—they always did. We’d exchange numbers, make plans for the next night, but I wouldn’t follow through or answer her calls. It was a nicer way to let them down than just stating the truth: this was a one-night stand. Nothing more.
The door swung open and she deposited herself back into the car beside me. “Sorry about that. Dean’s a bit possessive at times.” She fixed her hair as she checked out her makeup in the light-up mirror on the back of the visor.
I drove off, chuckling at her attitude. Nobody was going to tell her what or what not to do. Except me, of course. She would listen to me in the bedroom, or maybe even the back seat.
“Oh God, yes,” she practically shouted while I drilled into her sweet, soft body.
Nothing had ever felt like this before. She was beyond incredible. Her unbelievably full breasts were just as delicious as I’d imagined. Watching them rock underneath me made it difficult to hold out.
That pussy of hers, fuck. So tight and wet a man could get lost in that sensation. I was already gone, with no desire of ever being found. As soon as I’d sunk into her, I decided this was going to last much, much longer than one night. It was going to take some time to fuck this woman out of my system.
The confidence she held stirred a hunger inside of me. Her gratification consumed me. I was obsessed with pleasing her inviting body in every way I could.
My tongue licked the spot on her neck I’d already learned made her moan like an untamed beast. Those sounds drove me into a frenzy of lust.
Her hands roamed my body, leaving no spot left untouched.
No woman had ever been this responsive to me. Her smooth legs wrapped around my waist, taking just as much as she gave. I forced my hands underneath her, meshing our sweaty bodies together in a perfect dance.
My hips pounded into her, insistent on finding that exact right spot that would make her scream my name.
She writhed underneath me, completely absorbed in sensation. A more beautiful sight could not exist. “Lick my breasts again,” she requested, holding her tits, offering them up to me like some hero’s reward. If she only knew how fucking hot it made me when she was so daring.
I worshiped her chest like it deserved. Licking one nipple into my mouth, I circled my tongue over it until she said, “Oh, fuck. That’s so good. Yeah, just like that.” My cock hardened even more at her sexy words.
“You like that, baby?” I asked as she whimpered beneath me.
“You’re so good, Jason. Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.
“Look at me. I want to see your gorgeous eyes.” She complied, then began wiggling underneath me, urging to get me moving again. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered, leaning down for a quick kiss before continuing.
Her eyes stayed on mine as her hands slid down to my ass, nails digging in. Jesus, she was going to undo me. She urged me on with her grip, inflaming me even further.
“Are you close?” I muttered against her parted lips while her warm breath washed over me. The floral smell of her perfume filled my head with a crazed desire, the likes I’d never known. She moaned again, causing my dick to throb with desire.
“Yeah, honey,” she whispered. I could see it beginning to take hold of her. Just a little more to push her over the edge. My mouth found the other nipple and I sucked on it while I used my tongue to create even more sparks.
She gasped while I thrust faster inside her until her pussy tightened like a fucking vise-grip on my straining cock. Jesus, she went off like a firecracker. “Oh, yes, yes!” she yelled as she trembled and quaked beneath me. I watched the show for as long as I could before following her into oblivion.
I could get used to this, I thought to myself as I stretched out on the king-sized bed. The last hints of moonlight shone in across the cream silk sheets. This woman had class. I’d never been in such a soft, luxurious bed before. Actually, I’d never been in such a soft, luxurious woman before either.
After congratulating myself for deciding not to dump this fantastic female, I sat up, wondering what was taking her so long. My clothes lay crumpled yet satisfied on the bedroom floor. They’d be there for a while because no way in hell was I finished with Vivienne yet.
She had gone downstairs a while ago to round up some food. How long did it take to make a sandwich? Bored, I ran downstairs to investigate.
Damn, her place was amazing. It reminded me of Barbie’s dream house as I walked down the long, winding staircase. I noticed a drop cloth or two in the rooms off the foyer. Paintbrushes, ladders, plus other supplies were scattered here and there.
Turning the corner, I spotted the woman of my dreams. She was taking something out of the oven…muffins, I think.
“Smells delicious,” I said as I moseyed on up behind her, grabbing her waist.
“Oh, you scared me.” She giggled, dumping the pan onto the stove. She turned around in my arms, smiling up at me.
“What’s taking you so long?”
An odd look crossed her face briefly before she laughed again and gave me a sweet kiss. “I wanted to warm up the muffins I made yesterday. They taste better that way. I hope blueberry is all right?” Was she seriously asking me if homemade muffins were all right with me?
“They smell delicious, just like you,” I said against her full, pink lips.
She chuckled again before pushing me away. “Oh stop, you’ll give me a big head. Try one. The butter is right here.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I carefully yanked a muffin out of its pan, the steam rising out as I broke it apart to add the butter.
“Have some muffin with your butter, man,” she teased, but I didn’t care. I was in nirvana. The blueberries exploded in my mouth around the moist cake. Delightful. If she could bake like this, I wonder how she cooked? I couldn’t wait to find out.
Again, I patted myself on the back for deciding not to dump this gorgeous creature quite yet.
After a few more muffins, she disappeared upstairs—I assumed to do whatever hot blondes did. I washed our plates and tidied up the small mess. She came striding back into the kitchen, my clothes in hand.
What the fuck? I wasn’t planning on putting those back on for several more hours. Vivienne handed them to me. “Uh, I guess I should get going,” I said, frowning down at the traitorous material in my grasp.
Everything in me hoped like hell she’d protest. Maybe even ask me to stay. A little groveling made it more fun. To my surprise, she coasted past me. “Let me pack you some muffins before you go.”
Slightly crestfallen, I put on a fake smile. “I’d love that, thanks.” My mind raced, not quite believing what was happening. Talk about awkward. Yanking my clothes on, I felt my blood pressure rise. This couldn’t be happening.
She walked me to the big front door. I waited for an, “Oh, don’t leave yet,” that never came. Hmm. I actually felt my stomach get nervous for the first time in years. What was going on here?
At the doors, I pivoted around and grabbed her hand. “I had a great time. Can I call you later? Maybe go out for supper or a movie?” I said as I pulled my cell phone out.
Vivienne looked at the phone I suspended in the air between us like it was a rattlesnake about to attack her. She physically moved away from it. What the fuck?
“Sweetie, I had a great time, too. But I think we both know what’s going on here, so there’s really no point in pretending.” Her eyes stared at me, unblinking.
“What are you talking about?” I asked her, perplexed. My stomach took another plunge.
“We had
fun. Now it’s over.”
It felt like she’d punched me in the gut. All the air escaped my body—my brain scrambled. I shook my head, positive I couldn’t have heard her properly. “Excuse me?”
“Jason, let’s face it. You’re just too young for me. This will never work,” she whispered, touching my face with her hand. She was breaking it off with me?
“You can’t be serious? After what we just did?” Good Lord, was that me whining like a fucking schoolgirl?
Her eyes dropped to the floor for a second before she looked back up. “It won’t work. We both know this was just a good time.”
“You’re kidding me, right? You can’t stand there pretending that you didn’t feel exactly what I did. We’ve got a connection. You fucking know it,” I said, my temper starting to flare. She backed up and opened the door.
Holding up a tin of muffins, she said, “Thanks for everything, Jason. I think you should go now.”
Was she kicking me out of her house? For real? This had never happened to me. I was the dumper, never the dumped. Who did she think she was?
Acting like the asshole I was, I grabbed the fucking muffins, then bent down close to her face. “You’re going to regret this.” I pressed my lips to hers for one last kiss. To my surprise, she cooperated fully, opening her delicious mouth for me. I swept my tongue in, tasting blueberries and coffee. She moaned, digging her fingernails into my back while I took what I wanted for the last time. One last peck on her cheek and I left.