“I want to believe that, but it’s not just him. I’m worried about the people he has connections with.”
“They aren’t getting you regardless. I’m not letting them get to you either.” He’s grumbling to himself as he drives on.
“Wait, this is your garage? You live here?”
“My home is around the corner. I wanted to be close to work.” He continues to drive past the garage to a little road and there’s a nice-sized two-story house with lots of land around it.
There’s a wraparound porch and a swing, making me gasp. “Oh my. This is yours?” It’s always been a dream of mine to have a house like this one day.
“Yeah. It’s not big, but there’s room to build on.” My brows raise up. It’s much bigger than I expected. I don’t know how much mechanics make, but he must be doing really well for himself.
“It’s so beautiful,” I offer up, feeling out of place. Having lived in my uncle’s home which wasn’t even as nice as this one, I felt not good enough. He reminded me often that I was nothing but a burden even though I worked since I was sixteen. My parents died when I turned nine. They were in a massive car wreck on the expressway while on vacation.
“Thanks, babe. I hoped you’d like it.”
“I wish I had my act together like this.”
“What do you mean?” He pulls into the detached garage and puts it into park.
“Well, all I had to my name was my car and that was stolen from me. Plus, I thought Mitchell was going to fire me today.”
“What the fuck? That bastard was going to fire you today? I’ll have his ass fired.” He reaches for his dashboard panel, but I press my hand to his forearm to stop him.
“No, he doesn’t need to be fired. Honestly, I’m kind of a shitty employee. I’m the one who accidentally breaks the jacks.” I squint my eyes and scrunch up my face. He scowls and then drops his arm.
“As far as I’m concerned you’re not going back. Not just because your uncle could be after you, but it’s fucking dangerous to be messing with them when you don’t know how to use them.” He appears angry with me which pisses me off.
It’s his damn fault that I lost my focus. Turning in my seat, I glare at him and poke his bicep. “Well, I wasn’t concentrating on things. Every time it was after your mom would show up and then you would. I kind of freaked out.”
“Fucking hell, I wish I just asked Mitchell about you instead of waiting to run into you. You could have killed yourself with those things.” It catches me by surprise when he cups my face, stroking my cheek with concern. “I’m sorry I set you on edge, Mackenzie.”
“It’s not like that exactly,” I say sheepishly.
“What was it like?”
I can’t read his expression, so I tell him the truth. “I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t want to tell you my real name because…”
“You’re hiding from him?” he finishes my sentence, holding my hand tightly in his.
“Yes.”
“It’s okay, Dash. No need to hide from me anymore. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.” His other hand brushes my hair behind my ear. “Tell me you understand, Mackenzie.”
“I understand, Simon,” I say, unclipping my seatbelt.
“Say it again,” he grunts.
“I understand,” I repeat.
“No, babe. My name.”
Oh. My heart races knowing he wants to hear me say his name. I give him what he needs. “Simon.”
He lets out a low growl and that feral look is back in his eyes. Simon leans in and crushes my lips to his, wraps his arms around my waist, and lifts me up over the console and onto his lap.
“I need to make you mine,” he whispers as he moves down to my neck. His tongue swipes against my pulse before brushing his lips up and down my jaw.
“Take me, please.”
With a growl he pulls back. I feel the slightest hint of disappointment, but then he opens his door and swiftly carries me out of the truck, kicking the door closed with his foot.
“Mine.” That’s all he says as he charges up the front porch to the house. I think I’ve just unleashed an animal and I have no intentions of changing that.
Chapter 7
Wrench
The second I have her through the door, I carry her straight to our bedroom. I need her like I've never needed anyone before, but she deserves to lose her virginity in our bed. For the past day all I can think about is how to make her mine, but I had no idea she already wanted just that. Fuck, has it only been twenty-four hours? I’m losing my mind with how badly I need her. It’s as if it’s searing into my soul. Mackenzie belongs with me until the end of my days.
I know she has things she's not ready to talk about, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, I'm going to work on my mother's wish. Filling Mackenzie with my babies all damn day.
"Fuck me, Simon,” she commands like the queen she is.
Growling, I set her on her feet, so I can get her ass naked. Lifting her work shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor, I take a minute to appreciate her perfect tits in a striped pink and white bra. They’re round and plump, practically spilling over the material enticing me. I bend down and lick the tops and then yank down the cups. I have to taste her stiff peaks. My finger curls around one, squeezing her softness while my mouth sucks on her nipple. Moving back and forth I take my time with her innocent little body.
I push her down onto the bed after snapping off her bra and giving her perfect breasts some more attention. I kiss down her chest to her flat stomach. Soon it won’t be. The thought of her having my baby causes a possessive urge to run through me and I nip at her belly before grabbing the button on her jeans.
Next goes her pants; she lifts her ass so I can slide them down her slender legs. I bite back a groan as I stare at her sopping wet panties coated in her desire. Grazing the soaked material with two fingers, I watch Mackenzie surrender to me. She shimmies, trying to get the friction she craves.
“I believe I promised to help you.” I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them off, baring her wet core to me. Parting her legs, I dive between her legs, wasting no time to taste her juices. Fuck, I didn’t know eating pussy would make me want to come, but it’s an instant aphrodisiac. “My pussy. I could have your warmth on my face every day,” I growl against her heated flesh. My dick throbs, pressing against my zipper and the mattress, needing that extra friction. If I don’t get inside of her soon, I’m going to nut in my pants. Slipping one finger over her lips, I slowly work my way past her folds and into her tight warmth. Curling my digit and licking her clit, she comes on the spot, arching her back and gripping onto the sheets with my name coming from her lips. “Simon.”
I continue to feast on her core, flicking my tongue over her nub as she rides out her orgasm. The need to make her come again, keeps me between her legs, nipping at her thighs while pumping two fingers into her. “Are you going to come for me again?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her legs shaking as I toss them over my shoulders. I eat her out to her second peak, but now I need to fuck her before I go insane.
As she comes down, I stand and strip out of my clothes. I can’t wait a moment longer to make her mine. Moving between her thighs, I stroke my length and watch the scared but intrigued expression on her face. “Holy shit. It’s huge.”
“Thanks, babe. It’s for you.” I rub it along her seam, testing her interest. She moans again, reaching out to touch my cock. I lose control and set my head at her entrance as I grab her hands and pin them over her head, slamming my hips forward, tearing through the last vestiges of her innocence.
My mouth comes down hers, kissing the pain away until she relaxes. “I’m so full.”
“I’m sorry, Mackenzie.” I’m sorry that I wasn’t gentler, but the look in her eyes and her need to touch me undid the ties holding me back.
“Don’t be. Fuck me, Simon.” I kiss her hard then
begin to move. As the minutes pass I do my best to not destroy her pussy, but I can’t handle it any longer.
“Baby you feel so good. I can’t get enough.” I let go, rutting into her until we’re both coming.
“Mackenzie,” I moan, keeping my cock balls deep inside her to give her everything I have.
Her walls squeeze every drop out of me, coating her womb. Smiling, I continue to pepper kisses all over her face as we both come down from our passion. I’m still hard and a little less horny, but my woman needs time. I gingerly pull out, seeing her wince.
“Give me a second.” I slip on my boxers and run her a bath, hoping to alleviate the ache she’s got to be feeling. I dig into the cabinets and laugh. My mother is something else. I fill up the tub with bubble bath I didn’t purchase. Silently thanking that nutty woman.
When I scoop her up in my arms, I kiss her nose. “It’s time for you to relax.”
“You normally take lavender bubble baths?”
“Not at all. You can thank my mother for that. The woman is slick. I don’t know when she put this in here, but I don’t remember it being in there a month ago.” I try to think back, remembering she stopped by. “She’s been obsessed with bringing me to you.”
“I’ll have to thank her later,” she moans, leaning back in the tub.
“Relax. I’m going to find us some food.”
I run into the kitchen and see what I can whip up, but I’ve got nothing easy to go. Some sandwiches it is. I make us food and bring it into the bedroom. She comes out in a bathrobe that clearly isn’t mine.
“Nice,” I say, wagging my brows.
“Thanks. It’s one of the things in the cabinet labeled Mackenzie. You’re lucky you didn’t bring another woman here or she’d be pissed to see it.”
“She put your name on it?”
“Yes.” She giggles showing me the little basket of toiletries that I hadn’t noticed.
“Persistent.” I smile, dropping a kiss on her lips before walking her over to our bed with the tray of food. Wordlessly thanking my mother for making me buy a breakfast in bed tray from when I got sick.
“Let’s eat,” I add, letting the comfortable silence take over.
Once we’re finished, I place the tray on my dresser then climb back in bed, sitting up as she snuggles into me. “This is nice.”
“It’s perfect.” I stroke her hair, wanting this moment to last forever.
Slowly, Mackenzie moves into my lap, letting her robe fall open. “Need something, Dash?” I ask, swirling my thumb around her nipple.
She nods, running her tongue across her lips.
“Are you ready to cream for me again, Dash?”
“Yes, Simon, please.” I flip her onto the bed and proceed to worship her perfect body, giving her two more orgasms until we pass out.
* * *
I wake up and the sun’s down. I look at my phone; it’s already eight. She’s got to be sore and tired, and yet I can’t stop thinking about diving back into her warmth and claiming her moans all for myself.
My stomach rumbles and sure she’s just about as hungry. We burned so many damn calories, but I need a shower first. Slipping out of the bed, I cover her up before I wake her up again.
A text comes in for me while I’m in the shower. Law: Beast is here. Give me a call.
Taking a seat on the bed, I call law. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Hey, it’s Beast. I say you drop the property damage charges and put out a restraining order. We’ll have him out of Steeleville permanently. The laws here are clear, so he can be arrested if he shows his face in town again and that goes for the pinhead with him as well.”
“That will work for me.” It really doesn’t, but right now I’m not in the position to argue. I’ll find a way to destroy him later.
“Okay. I’ll need you to come down to the station again and fill out some paperwork before we can release the asshole.”
“I’ll be on my way.” I hate leaving her alone, especially after what we just shared.
I end the call and feel Mackenzie’s arms slide around my waist and her chin on the middle of my back. “Where are you going?”
I spin around and hold her in my arms. “I have to go back down to the police station and fill out a restraining order on your uncle.”
“Good. Can I do that too?” The expectant look in her eyes makes me smile. It’s strange how quickly she’s become everything to me and I’d do anything for her.
“Yes, you can, but are you sure you want him to know you’re here with me?” I ask. It could be risky letting him see her. Although, I’m confident the Riders won’t let anything happen to Mackenzie. I sure as fuck won’t.
“He already knows I’m nearby.”
She has a point. “Okay. Get dressed and we’ll go.”
Chapter 8
Mackenzie
I stare at my uncle through the cell bars as I stand by the front door. Johnny Boy lurks to the left of me, giving me the creeps as usual. Thankfully, Simon stands by my side, holding my hand while the Sheriff and another Steele Rider I recognize but don’t know stands on the other side.
“Mackenzie, my dear girl. You’ve finally decided to come back,” my uncle beams. I smell the desperation and the evil intent in his eyes. He’s hoping that I’m scared enough to keep my mouth shut, but with Simon by my side, I’m not afraid anymore. His strength passes to me, fills me up, and allows me to let go.
Stepping closer to the bars which causes Simon to tense up, I say, “I’m not going back to Dallas because my home is here with him. I won’t be sold off to your debtors. Human trafficking is illegal and vile. Besides, the most valuable part of me has already been given to Simon so I’m worth a lot less to your buyers.” Simon pulls me back into his embrace, my back to his chest. He’s so growly that I know, holding me is the only thing stopping him from attacking my uncle.
“A little slut. Of course. I should have tossed you out on your ass when your parents died.”
“You didn’t because you got to collect on my parents’ life insurance. Don’t act like you did it out of the goodness of your heart. You spent years reminding me how much of a burden it was having me around. Well you’ve had a year without me and yet here you are hunting me down. I don’t want anything to do with you and I don’t care what happens to you once they realize you failed in getting me back.”
I storm away from the cell, giving him my back and forgetting he even exists because as of right now, this man is absolutely nothing to me.
The large man in a suit, who I can’t quite place introduces himself. “Hello, Ms. Watson. I’m district attorney, William Brandon.” He shakes my hand, and now I remember where I’ve seen him before. He was on the news a while back when they tried to kill him and his wife.
“Hello Mr. Brandon.”
“Mr. Watson said you’re in the possession of one of his vehicles that he reported stolen. Is there any truth to his accusations?”
Remaining as calm as I can be, I answer, “That’s the biggest lie. I purchased the vehicle a year ago after my last payment. I had to wait for my title, but when I learned what my uncle had planned for me I fled. I have proof that I bought it in my emails.” On the drive in, I logged into my Gmail account and found my title information from the purchase of the vehicle. “Here it is.”
Mr. Brandon takes a look at it and says, “Mr. Watson, care to explain her actual bill of receipt, showing her as the purchaser right before she skipped town?”
“Fine. I’ll just leave town.”
Mr. Brandon shakes his head. “No, I believe we’ll be keeping you longer. When your attorney gets here he will have a lot of charges to fight.” He turns to the sheriff and says, “I’m contacting the state police. He may not have crossed state lines to commit human trafficking, but he crossed county lines. I want him transferred until he can go before a judge.”
“I’m here. Where is my client? Son of a bitch. You got here before me,” Mr. Wilton says, no more lik
e shouts through the small station, making his way over to the Sheriff. Simon holds me close again, keeping me away from my uncle’s advocates. Wilton has been my uncle’s lawyer since as long as I can remember. He’s old, but the bastard is still quick-witted. It won’t be very long until he has my uncle avoiding more of these charges. I ran because my uncle is as slimy and slippery as they come.
“That I did, Wilton, you sleazy prick. Your client’s going to be transferred to the county jail until he has his arraignment.”
“What are the charges?”
“Attempted kidnapping, human trafficking, fraud, filing a false police report, and property damage. I believe those are all the charges I have at the moment that I can prove.”
“Can’t we—”
“Quiet, Michael. I’d like to speak to my client alone.”
“Fine. You have ten minutes.”
I give my statement while they wait for transfer. “The day I left, I overheard a conversation with my uncle and a drug dealer. He crossed the wrong people and the only way they agreed to wipe the slate clean is that he’d trade me in and in his words. “I know she’s still pure.” A room of growls echo in my ears as every one of the men get pissed except my uncle’s team of course.
Just as I finish giving my statement, the state troopers enter the sheriff’s office.
“DA Brandon.” A well-built officer about the Sheriff’s age greets the guy in a suit. He’s another beast of a man. Every single one of them is good looking and I wonder if it’s an anomaly or is there a specific club dedicated to sexy men and sending them in my path. Not that they matter because my body and soul have been hooked on Simon since I first saw him.
“Hello, Shepherd. This is Sheriff Jacob Lawrence.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. What do we have here?”
“A transport to the county jail with a half a dozen charges.”
“Okay. Do you have the transfer paperwork?”
“I’m working on it now.”
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