by Jayne Rylon
Kaige didn’t stand a chance at resisting the rhythmic pulls of her pussy on his cock. He shot inside her over and over, pouring himself deep into her unprotected womb. They’d have to discuss the possible repercussions later, but she found herself unafraid of any outcome.
The idea of creating a new life with Nova, in addition to the one she hoped they’d share after tonight, didn’t scare her in the least. Please let him feel the same way.
His tantalizing smile, which spread when Holden slipped from her lips, gave her plenty of hope that he did.
Still joined, they watched from front-row seats as Eli, Alanso, Sally and Bryce came to a similar conclusion. Exhausted, sated and replete, the nine of them collapsed into a loose pile of limbs. In a ring around them, the Powertools had done the same, each of them holding hands with their neighbor.
Whispered praise, soft moans and gentle sighs were the only sounds in the tent for some time afterward. Kaige clung tight to Nola, letting her feel the steady thump of his heart, which pressed to her bosom.
Nola broke their silence. “Safe to say I’m not bolting any time soon. You’re sure you don’t mind sharing the rest of your day, and your guys—longer term—with me, Sally?”
She nibbled her lower lip as she regarded Mustang from the corners of her eyes.
“Honey, there’s plenty to go around.” The gracious girl didn’t hesitate for a moment. “I’m not a superwoman. Entertaining them is hard fucking work.”
“You love every minute.” Alanso smacked her on her bubble butt. Hopefully the men wouldn’t mind someone a hell of a lot more statuesque. They’d be as different as vanilla and chocolate. A flavor for everyone.
“I do.” She nuzzled her second husband as she echoed the vow from earlier. “But I’m not so greedy that I don’t want to see Nova happy too. Every Hot Rod. They like you, Nola. So do I.”
The other woman didn’t shy away from meeting Nola’s gaze as she granted her seal of approval. And damn if it didn’t feel good. “Thank you, Sally. I know what they mean to you. I respect that. And them.”
She blushed as she tucked her face against Kaige’s chest. He hugged her tight.
“Same goes, sweetheart.” Bryce trailed his knuckles down her arm. “What’s important to one of us is protected by all. Don’t forget that we’ve got your back.”
“And we have yours,” Mike piped in. The crew had shuffled closer, surrounding them in another layer of positive energy and friendship. “Just like you were there for us when we needed you. We’ll never forget it.”
Mike reached out and shook hands with Eli, then Alanso.
“Congratulations on your big day.” Kate patted both men on the head before hugging Sally. None of them seemed overly concerned by their nudity, which kind of made sense considering one of their members owned a naturist resort. “It’s been a long time coming. You deserve every ounce of happiness I can see they’re giving you. And always will.”
“I’m so glad you made it out here.” Sally grinned. “We’ll be up to the apartment in a little bit. Maybe after another round or two.”
“I hope you don’t mind if we bail. Kate and Morgan are antsy to take the babies off Tom’s hands. They should be asleep, but…” Joe nodded to his wife. “The moms haven’t exactly mastered this separation thing yet.”
“Like you’re not eager to tuck Nathan in yourself?” Kayla called him on his bullshit.
“Well, yeah…” He grinned. “Okay I’m as bad as they are, I admit it.”
“Worse. You’re way more of a mother hen.” Neil jabbed his friend in the gut. “Come on, let’s go check on the boy. It isn’t like we won’t see the Hot Rods again since we’re camping out in their living room. Good thing your place is enormous!”
The crew filed out, their members each making some personal goodbye. Nola was included in their hugs and waves as much as any other person in the room. She wriggled her fingers and smiled before whispering, “It’s amazing. For the first time, I feel like it’s not just my family against the world.”
“We are your family,” Kaige told her. “If you’ll have me. Them. What do you say?”
“I say, can we do that again? Except this time…” She stared directly into Kaige’s eyes. “I want you to watch them ravish me. And I want to see them do the same to you. We’re strong enough to feel this even if other people are doing the fucking for us. Right?”
“Shit yes.” He groaned. “What do you think about that, Sal?”
“Green light.” The other woman had no qualms. “Let’s start those engines, boys.”
Holden skidded to Kaige’s side and started granting Nola’s wishes before Nova had actually consented. His delighted gurgle as Swinger’s fist surrounded his already re-hardened cock was proof enough that he had no objections.
Nola welcomed Bryce’s broad hands on her waist. After all, someone had to hold her upright when Carver began to ply her pussy with his tongue while Roman nudged the saturated opening with the head of his condom-covered cock.
It was going to be a long, exhausting night.
The best of her life, she was sure.
At least until the next one.
And the one after that.
On and on.
And on.
Epilogue
Nola froze the swinging of her legs, crossed at the ankles, where they dangled off Eli’s desk in the Hot Rods’ main office. She clenched her thighs as the seven guys she’d come to crave strutted into the space at once, making it seem to shrink. Last to enter was Sally, though the other woman joined her, hopping up onto the desk and slinging an arm around her shoulders.
It hadn’t taken more than a month to feel at home here. So why did this seem like a staff meeting gone wrong, or maybe some kind of disciplinary intervention?
Before she could get too freaked out, Kaige interrupted her worrywart tendencies by kissing her silly. She wrapped her arms around him, wondering if she had it wrong. Maybe their serious expressions had really been lust?
Could they be looking for a midday romp instead of some kind of business?
She’d be down for that.
Nola peeked over Kaige’s shoulder when he allowed her room for a breath. The glass door remained unlocked. A customer could waltz in any minute. Never mind Tom.
She respected Eli’s dad too much to be caught with her pants down, literally, on the clock.
“Guys?” She addressed them all but looked to Nova to answer her.
“We’ve got an offer for you, if you’re interested,” he began.
“Here? Now?” Her stare darted between them before Sally giggled, letting her off the hook.
“Not that kind of job. Though I’ve never known them to turn one down.” Mustang patted her shoulder. “What he’s saying is that we’d like to hire you. Full time. To work for Hot Rods.”
“Yeah, that.” Kaige nodded, his dreads mesmerizing her as always. “I hope you know how I feel about you personally. More every day. But on top of that, you’re damn good at designing and presenting proposals. I’m not sure I ever did make that clear enough.”
“You have.” She ran her knuckles along some of his tattoos. “Thank you. But we’re nearly done with the strategy briefing. What else would I do?”
“Babe, the way you made it so easy to visualize…” Bryce cut in. “We’d make a killing selling upgrades and style packages to customers if we had you there to make them see what we dream up.”
“Seriously?” A lump formed in Nola’s throat as an invisible rubber band of tension snapped in her belly. She’d been taking longer than ever on this damn project, knowing that when she finished… Well, it’d never be like this again. Spending all her time with the gang she was coming to adore.
No, love.
Even her mom had started popping in for lunches with Nola…or Tom. The two of them had hit it off. Amber and her mother kept asking what the status of Nola’s relationship with Kaige was. She didn’t know what to label it.
It simply felt
right.
And that was good enough for her family.
They wholeheartedly approved of her new circle of friends. Someday she might have to tell them how close they truly were. Because she knew if she accepted this offer, there’d be no going back. She’d be one of them.
Officially.
“God, yes. I’d love to be part of the shop. Of the Hot Rods.” She knuckled away a drop of moisture from the corner of her eyes. Amber would understand. Hell, she hadn’t needed a partner in Brown & Brown for a while now. She had things under control and might appreciate the chance to take the firm in her own direction.
Carver whooped even as Bryce and Holden slapped each other on the back.
Roman moved toward her, but before he could spit out whatever he was on the brink of sharing, a grime-covered man entered the shop. The reek of cigarettes rolled off him as if he’d chained smoked twelve packs before coming in.
“Who’s in charge around here?” the man demanded in a too-loud shout.
Kaige’s cheeks grew red at the interruption and the crass greeting of their crasher. Nola laid her hand on his arm and squeezed lightly. Stiffness leached from his muscles and he turned to her with a rueful smile.
His temper dissolved easily when she was there. Learning to read the signs of his escalation had been easy, and together they could usually diffuse him before he lost his cool. Proud of his progress, she hugged him around his waist.
“Can we help you?” Eli asked the intruder.
“Well, it ain’t me I’m worried about.” The guy wiggled his brows. “Some rich bitch is stranded on the side of Route 33 in a maroon Maserati. She paid me a thousand bucks to find a tow truck for her. Says her phone is dead too.”
Bryce stood up so fast he knocked over a rack of custom license plate holders. Ignoring the mess, he asked, “What model?”
“Hell if I know. It’s a Maserati, dude. I never seen one before.”
“What does this woman look like?” He acted like Buster McHightops with his favorite chew toy. Relentless. Unlike the usually laid-back giant. The rest of the guys watched the exchange with raised brows.
“Tall. Real blonde. Like a movie star. Bright blue eyes…”
With every description, Rebel seemed to clench his jaw harder. Nola worried about his dental work.
“…and perfect tits except for a little mole right about here.” The jerk pointed to his left pec.
Bryce put his hands on his knees and sucked in a deep breath.
“If you ain’t got anything available, I can go back and fetch her.” The guy’s small bulge was obvious from where Nola sat. Kaige tucked tighter against her, as if to shield her from the creeper. From his bed in the corner, Buster growled. “I offered to drive her into town, but she turned me down. Guess my truck is too dirty for a broad like that.”
Nola didn’t think it had anything to do with the state of the guy’s ride. The woman had been smart to stay put. They had to go help her. But what the hell was up with Rebel?
Holden put his hand on Bryce’s back. He asked quietly, “You okay?”
“No. Not really.” His low bass sounded strained. Odd.
“You know that chick?” Alanso wondered.
Eli shooed the informant out, assuring him he’d earned his fee. When the guy was gone, they turned to Rebel. “Who is she?”
“My past,” he snarled. “I’ve got this.”
“I’ll come with.” Carver offered.
“No. I’m going alone.” Bryce didn’t allow any other discussion on the topic, though Buster refused to stay put. When his adopted master moved toward the storefront, the dog was right on his heels. Rebel stormed out of the office, smashing the door into the garage wall hard enough Nola expected it to have cracked. The giant guy grabbed some keys off the pegboard on the wall, clipped Buster’s leash on, then stalked to the lot. The roar of the tow truck’s diesel came a few seconds later.
“Well, this should make for an interesting evening.” Holden grinned. He reveled in mischief.
“What a welcome, Nola.” Sally squeezed Nola’s hand. “We’ll celebrate later. Promise.”
“I thought that’s what we’ve been doing for the past several weeks.” Nola assured them it was fine. She had the important things she needed in her life. Starting with the man lingering beside her, where she hoped he’d always stay.
“Good point.” Roman nodded. “But like birthday cake, you never can have too much great sex.”
“In that case, we’ll have a party. Hot Rods style. As soon as we make sure Rebel’s okay.” She wouldn’t turn them down. Not now, or ever.
After scanning each of their smiling faces, she turned to Kaige.
The pure adoration radiating from him warmed her inside and out. She went into his arms easily as he plucked her from the desk. “Eli, I’m taking the afternoon off. I have something I want to do. With Nola. In my car. It’ll take a while to get right. Call if you need us. If Rebel does. But otherwise…we’ll see you for dinner. Probably.”
Nola wrapped her arms around her man’s shoulders as he toted her to his ride. She knew they’d finally christen that backseat properly. And she couldn’t wait to drive him wild.
After all, she’d taken to calling him Super Nova like his friends. Not because of his temper anymore, but because of the intensity they generated between them when they exploded together.
It seemed fitting.
She hoped to set astrological records tonight…and every other.
For the rest of their lives.
About the Author
Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories used to begin as daydreams in seemingly endless business meetings, but now she is a full-time author, who employs the skills she learned in her straight-laced corporate existence in the business of writing. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her career. When she can escape her purple office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky, and, of course, read.
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Two men will give her the ride of her life.
Mustang Sally
© 2013 Jayne Rylon
Hot Rods, Book 2
Salome “Sally” Rider is flooring the gas pedal of her pink ’69 Mustang, desperate to outrun the memory of two of her fellow mechanics getting busy with some bar skank on the hood of a classic car. On her custom paint job.
For years her emotions have withered while her lost boys, her Hot Rods, have grown closer than brothers. Maybe some downtime with the Powertools sexperts will help her figure out why Eli and Alanso went looking for some stranger when Sally was waiting right at the ends of their grease-smudged noses.
Sally is dead wrong about what she thought she saw, and Eli “King Cobra” London and the rest of the thoroughly rattled Hot Rods are determined to prove it. They’ll show her in the sexiest possible way that she’s not merely an interchangeable part in their well-oiled machine.
Yet just as Eli gets up the nerve to make a very indecent proposal, a ghost rises from her painful past. Threatening to slam the brakes on their future before they can get it in gear.
Warning: A sexy car wash complete with lots of studs may not be enough to clean up the pages filled with massive ménage scenes starring extra-dirty mechanics.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Mustang Sally:
The stainless steel skeletal butterfly on her fob rattled against her car and house keys as she ascended the open-backed stairs at the rear of the industrial building. The two slivers of metal reminded her of all the stakes. Her home. Her car. Her Hot Rods, who’d given her the trinket, binding them together on the first Christmas she’d spent with them a decade ago.
The badass butterfly had been her signature logo ever since, painted on each piece she created. That included her own Mustang and every other vehicle the Hot Rods obsessed over. Why did they mean so much to her if she didn’t matter a bit to them? Their sexy bodies and friendship had obviously warped her judgment.
