Page 71 of A Stop in Time
I kick a rock out of my way, and it goes skittering off the road, but that doesn’t do shit to ease my frustration or anger at this clusterfuck of a situation.
We approach the gate to her salvage yard, and once she unlocks it, she slides it aside for us to step through.
She slows to a stop at the garage doors, unlocking and opening the bay doors. The muscles in her arms flex with the movements, and my mind flashes back to how she looked braced above me, riding my dick like it was her fucking job.
Christ. I widen my stance beside my car, my cock already growing hard at the thought. What is it about this woman that makes it such a goddamn struggle to think with my head—the one up top? I’ve never had an issue before.
I didn’t get to be Bronson’s second-in-command by thinking with my dick, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t help him build The Scorpions with sweat, tears, and a fuck ton of blood by letting a woman—or any women, for that matter—distract me.
“Well.” She shoves her hands in her back pockets and rocks on her heels. “Wish I could say ‘Good times,’ but I’d be lying.”
“Aside from the stellar sex last night.”
She makes a face. “Mediocre.”
I narrow my eyes. “Liar.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh and gives me a half-ass wave before heading inside her garage bay. “See ya, Danny.”
Jesus, this woman drives me fucking crazy, but hell if a part of me isn’t jonesing for more of her shit.
I’m a goddamn masochist.
“It’s Daniel.”
“Don’t care.” She tosses this over her shoulder without missing a step, striding to her tool chest.
It might look like she doesn’t give two shits, but there’s a tenseness in her shoulders. I unsettle her—maybe as much as she does me. It’s what cements my decision in a split second.
“Guess what?”
“What.” Bored resignation colors her voice.
“You’re gonna help me.”
Her head snaps around, eyes colliding with mine, and they’re bleeding with suspicion. “Help you?” She scoffs this derisively. “Mmm, hard pass on that one.”
Giving me her back, she offers a dismissive wave. “You can be on your way now.”
I advance on her, and one fistful of the back of her shirt is all it takes. When I tug her around to face me, I’m not surprised to find her eyes spitting fire at me.
“You’re gonna help me ’cause you’re the only one who can get me the info without anybody else knowin’.”
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MAC
He’s fucking insane. That’s all there is to it.
One too many hits to the head during gang initiation or whatever the hell it is they do.
He still maintains a fistful of my shirt, holding me close to him. Maybe I’ve taken one too many hits, as well, because I’m not afraid for my life.
I peer up into eyes framed by impossibly dark lashes. His mouth may hold a trace of cruelty bordering the hard edges, but it’s the same mouth that kissed me with the most passion I’ve ever experienced.
Those lips had traced a path along my body with a tenderness that’s incongruous with the man who lives a life of abject violence.
Snap out of it! I mentally shrug off the haze and force myself to regain composure. I don’t take orders from anyone, regardless of whether I’ve slept with them or not.