by Sasha White
“Okay, I won’t try to tell you that.” He clapped a hand on Karl’s shoulder. “Let’s go shoot some pool before the bar opens. I need to take some of your money.”
“Good luck with that, my friend,” he laughed as they left the room, feeling good.
7
Three days and he didn’t call.
Lara didn’t know why she was surprised. Really, he was a man. She’d sucked his cock, he’d gotten off, and she’d probably never see him again.
There were times when that wouldn’t bother her, times when the thrill of just doing what she wanted, where and when she wanted, was enough to make her feel perfectly alive. But this wasn’t one of those times.
She’d seen the promise of more in Karl’s eyes, even though he’d never voiced it, and she’d wanted it.
“Hi, Lara. How are you today?”
Closing the door on any thoughts of Karl, Lara smiled at the guy behind the auto-shop counter. “Hey, sexy.” She blew a kiss at him. “The only thing that would make my world any better would be a date with you.”
“You’d never be able to keep up with me, little girl.” The white-haired mechanic said with a laugh and reached out for the case of oil filters she carried.
“That’s true, you did wear out, what? Three wives in twenty years?”
“Yes, ma’am.” His bony chest puffed up with pride and Lara grinned. “And they’re all going to be waiting for me on the other side, so I need to save my strength.”
Lara reached for the invoice he’d signed and tore off his copy. “Then I guess it’s best we just remain friends isn’t it, Jack?”
Before Jack could answer, his grandson came into the room from the garage, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. “When are you gonna stop teasing the old man and go out with me, Lara?”
“Sorry, Ben, I don’t date men I have to work with.”
“You don’t work with me, you deliver auto parts to our shop. There’s no conflict there.”
“Yeah, but I’d still have to see you the next day, or the day after that…and that’s not always a good thing.” She tucked the invoice into her leather binder and started for the door with a wave. “Have a good day, gentlemen.”
The sun was shining brightly and she tugged the bill of her cap down over her eyes. It was a beautiful March afternoon, and she was almost done work for the day. She climbed into the cab of the little Toyota truck with Jay’s Auto Supplies stenciled along both sides s before double-checking the last invoice in her binder.
One more delivery and then she could clock out for the day. Yee haw!
Looking both ways, she pulled onto Broadway and headed toward Granville Street. It was almost three o’clock and traffic was starting to get a little nuts, but it didn’t bother her. Her patience on the road was what made her so good at her job as an auto parts delivery person. That’s not to say she didn’t get frustrated at times, but she always remembered she was in a company truck, and managed to keep from flipping anyone off.
Lara liked her job; she got to meet tons of people, but didn’t have to worry about any of them getting too nosy or too close. It also gave her freedom to roam the city, and because she’d been at it for a little more than three years, when most drivers were students that didn’t last, a certain amount of security.
Security was important to Lara. More important than the not-so-great paycheck she got every two weeks.
Intellectually she knew she craved security for the same reason she was adamant about maintaining her independence and not getting too close to people.
Her childhood had sucked.
Her mother had taken off when she was a toddler, and her alcoholic father had gone from job to job, when he sobered up enough to work. She’d learned early on how to take care of herself and by the time she was ten she was hustling pool to buy groceries.
She still hustled pool at least once a week to make extra money on the side, often making two or three times as much at the tables as she did on her paychecks. Her twenty-eighth birthday was coming up soon, and she was determined to own her own home by the time she hit thirty. And she wasn’t going to do it by delivering auto parts alone.
She finally made it over the bridge and pulled into the parking lot for her final drop off. As she strode into the garage, the phone in her back pocket started to vibrate and ring. Not recognizing the number on caller I.D she ignored the phone, smiled at the plump counter girl, and handed over the spark plugs.
Signed invoice in hand, she pulled the still ringing phone off her hip as she headed back to the truck. “Hello?”
“You’re such a bad girl!” a frantic voice hissed.
“Graham?”
When his voice came back it was pleasant and professional. “H. Lara. Yes, it’s Graham here, I have a question for you.”
“What’s going on? You sound weird.” She shut the door of the truck behind her and just sat in the driver seat for a minute.
“Mr. Dawson would like your phone number and I told him I couldn’t give it to him without your permission.”
Lara heard a rumbling growl in the background and laughed. She could just imagine Karl’s impatience with Graham’s fussiness.
“So?” Graham prodded. “Would you prefer I tell Mr. Dawson your number, or tell him you’re not interested?”
“Put him on the phone Graham.”
There were some muffled words and then Karl’s smooth voice was echoing in her ear. “You’re a hard woman to get ahold of.”
Satisfaction settled heavy in her belly. “I’m a woman that likes things…hard.”
“And I’m glad for that.” A low chuckle rumbled through the phone lines. “In fact, I’d like to explore that fondness of yours a bit more. Will you have dinner with me tonight?”
“Drinks.” Dinner had been nice, but she didn’t want him thinking they were dating. This was all about satisfying animal urges.
A slight pause then, “You have somewhere specific in mind?”
Thinking quickly, she named a pub downtown, not far from where she lived. They decided on a time and she hung up with a grin, anticipation already making her sex warm.
* * *
Karl ignored the glare Graham was shooting him and put the phone back in the cradle on his assistant’s desk. “She’s a big girl, Graham. She knows what she’s getting into,” he said before walking back to his office. At least she will after tonight.
He couldn’t believe he’d had to actually order Graham to call Lara while he was standing there! The man had refused to give him her number when he’d asked, or her email address. It would be touching if it weren’t slightly insulting.
On the other hand, knowing that Lara’d kept their encounters to herself pleased him. He liked his private life to be private, and any concerns he’d had about dating a friend of his employee were now gone.
Dating.
It had been a long time since he’d dated someone outside the lifestyle. Hell, it’d been a long time since he’d dated at all. He preferred to keep his life orderly, and that meant work was work, and play was private. Even his play life was kept orderly. Marie and Jan were his usual playmates, and they knew the score. When they were together, they had all of his attention, but when they weren’t together, there were no claims on anyone.
Everyone was happy with the casual relationship.
He no longer looked for love in his relationships. He wasn’t even sure he believed in love, anymore. Not when he made a very good living off the fact that it never lasted, but spending time with Samair and Val had rekindled some spark inside him.
Lara wasn’t looking for love, either. She was sexy, adventurous, bold, and definitely wild. He’d walked away from her that first night because she wasn’t what he was used to. But now he realized that, for him, that just might be the best thing she had going for her.
* * *
“I can’t believe you’re going out with him again. I can’t believe you haven’t kept me up to date! I thought that dinner was a one-time t
hing?”
Lara looked past Graham, who was pacing alongside her bed, and met Peter’s gaze. The minute Graham had arrived home from work, he’d grabbed Peter and come down to her place, intent on finding out everything that was going on between her and Karl.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Graham. Relax.” Once again, she had company while she was getting ready for her date, and this time she was going to use it to her advantage.
Ignoring Graham she turned to Peter with a skirt in each hand. “Denim or cotton?”
“You do realize he’s a biker, right?” This from the agitated Graham.
“Denim it is,” she said as she hung the cotton skirt back up. “And definitely the leather vest.”
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you, Graham. In case you didn’t get the hint, I’m ignoring you.” If he didn’t shut up soon she was gonna tell him to fuck off, and not in a playful way.
This was why she didn’t have friends. When people got too close they always tried to tell her what to do, or how to live her life.
Graham stopped and stared at her.
She met his gaze head on and shrugged out of her robe. Standing there in nothing but a black lace thong, she glared at him and snapped. “What?”
His brow puckered and he looked at her with hurt puppy dog eyes. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, sweetie.”
“I’m not going to get hurt, Graham. I’m just going to get laid.” She stepped into the short denim skirt and pulled it up.
“Mr. Dawson is a good boss, and I like my job.” Graham was working himself into a real tizzy. “But the man is super-cynical when it comes to women. They throw themselves at him all the time and he just acts as if it’s his due. He really is hot, Lara, and I can see why you’d want to go out with him. I’ve even had a fantasy or two about him myself, but that’s not the point—”
“Then get to the point,” Lara interrupted as she did up the snaps on her custom leather vest.
He heaved a sigh. “In the three years I’ve been working for him, never once has he mentioned a girlfriend. He doesn’t date women, he just uses them.”
“First off, just because he doesn’t mention a girlfriend to you doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one, or ten. Secondly, I don’t care. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m only planning on using him for a night myself, so we should get along just fine.”
“Lara—”
“Peter!”
“Come on, Graham,” Peter said as he got up from his position propped up on the pillows of her bed. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll let you give me a massage.”
“But…”
Lara watched as Peter stared at Graham, and Graham’s cheeks flushed in response. The tension in the air shifted and even Lara’s blood started to heat. There was some silent communication going on there, and it was hot!
“Have a good time,” Peter said as he followed Graham out of the bedroom. “And be safe!”
Of course she’d be safe. After all, if she didn’t look after herself, who would?
Lara gave herself a once-over in the mirror. Her eyes were lined and smoky looking, her lips coated with a deep crimson that would draw all eyes there, and hopefully remind Karl of just how well she could use her mouth. The leather vest fit perfect. It was tight enough to push her boobs together and give her cleavage, and the skirt was just loose enough to hang suggestively on the curve of her hips.
She looked just how she wanted to look—sassy, sexy, and slightly naughty.
* * *
“She’s going to get hurt, Peter.”
Peter heard the concern in Graham’s voice, and he reached out for his lover. Brushing his thumb over the palm of Graham’s hand he smiled. “No, she’s not. Honestly, Graham, from what you’ve told me about your boss, and what I know about Lara, I’d say he’s the one that might get hurt.”
“But—”
“But nothing. It’s none of our business anyway. If Lara needs someone to talk to, she knows where we are. If your boss hurts her, I know where he lives.”
Graham gazed at him with big soft eyes and he felt ten feet tall and bulletproof. “You’d do that? You’d go punch out my biker boss if he hurt Lara?”
“I would. You know I love our prickly housemate just as much as you do.”
Something flashed across Graham’s face and he pulled back a little. “You love her?”
“Graham,” he warned. He really thought they were past the jealous, possessive stage.
“I’m just asking.”
He stood and pulled off his T-shirt before reaching for the snap on his jeans. “And I’m waiting for my massage.”
Peter watched as Graham took the hint and went down the hall. When he entered the living room with a blanket and the bottle of baby oil, Peter’s heart clenched.
His boy looked a little lost.
Naked, he stepped up and took the blanket from Graham. He tossed it on the floor, and pressed his body against his lover’s. “I changed my mind. I don’t want a massage anymore.”
Graham bit his lip and stepped back, looking everywhere but at him. “What do you want?”
Peter opened his heart and put all the love he had in his gaze as he cupped Grahams head and forced him to meet his look head on. “You.”
With that, he stepped closer again and pinned Graham to the wall, his head lowering to show him exactly how much he wanted him.
8
Lara was already at the pool table when Karl entered the pub. He stood and watched her from a distance for a few minutes. She was good, but he could beat her. She played her opponent more than the table. Bending, stretching and smiling flirtatiously.
Her tight leather vest plumped up her cleavage deliciously, and her short skirt showed off legs that every man in there wanted wrapped around his waist. No, she was no sweet submissive miss. But she was a dirty girl through and through. One who was willing to try anything once.
When she flipped back her hair, bent over, and sent the eight ball into the corner pocket with a sure stroke, he stepped forward with a small smile. “Nice work.”
She winked at him as she tucked the bills from the edge of the table into her hip pocket. “Thanks. You wanna play?”
He couldn’t hold back the images that flooded his mind at that invitation, and he grinned. “Oh yeah, but not pool. Let’s grab a seat.”
He pointed to a booth near the back corner and they headed toward it. When she slid in one side, he fought his natural urge to slide in next to her, and settled in across the table. The waitress was there immediately, smiling at him and bending over the table to give him a good view down her little tank top. “What can I do for you tonight?”
“Lara?” he asked.
When she ordered a cola, he ordered a beer and sent the waitress away with a lazy smile.
“Do women hit on you everywhere you go?”
He slouched back in his seat and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Do men hit on you everywhere you go?”
Her husky chuckle filled the air between them and a knowing look passed between them. They were a lot alike.
“You don’t like to play pool?” she asked.
“I do, but there are other games I’d rather play with you. Ones that will help us get to know each other better.”
She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling, her smile wicked. “Do you really want to get to know me better, or do you just want to fuck me?”
What did he want from her?
He didn’t bother checking out the cleavage displayed so temptingly before him; he knew she was sexy. Instead, he gazed into her eyes. Searching past the spark of desire there, he saw the walls she’d built to protect her thoughts, and he wanted to knock those walls down. He wanted to know what lay beneath the surface.
And he wanted to bend her over and sink his cock in deep.
“Both,” he told her. “I think you and I can embark on a journey together—a very pleasurable one.”
Tilting her head to the side she narrowe
d her eyes at him. “Stop talking like a lawyer.”
“I’m not talking like a lawyer. I’m talking like a Dom, sugar.”
She sat back, surprised. “A Dom? As in, tie me up and spank me?”
He chuckled. “Something like that, yes.”
The waitress arrived with their drinks and Lara watched as he paid her, tipping heavily before sending her away with an absent smile.
A Dom.
Damn, that sorta sucked, she’d been looking forward to having that delicious cock of his buried deep inside her. She hadn’t had a good hard fuck in way too long, but she wasn’t into being spanked.
“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “I am not a submissive person.”
“I think you might surprise yourself. You enjoyed sucking my cock the other night right?”
His small smile was starting to irritate her. “Yeah, but that’s not a submissive thing. Men are ruled by their dicks. If I can rule the dick, I can rule the man. That’s not exactly a submissive way of thinking, is it?”
“So you got no pleasure from hearing my groans of pleasure, or words of praise? No satisfaction in feeling my cock throb against your tongue as my come filled your mouth?”
His words filled her head, clouding her thoughts as the memory of the other night filled her mind. His hand in her hair, his cock in her mouth, his voice being the only thing she heard beyond the pounding of her own rushing blood as he growled his satisfaction.
She’d swallowed for him. Something she’d never done before. More than that, he was right, she’d enjoyed the whole thing. Walking away from him then had been a point of pride she’d paid for when she was alone in bed with her vibrator.
She’d never shied from a challenge before, yet Karl’s words didn’t feel like just a challenge. They felt like an…invitation? She gave herself a mental head slap. Did it really matter? She wanted him, and she would try anything once.
So she straightened her spine, thrust out her breasts and boldly met his gaze. “Do I have to call you Master?”
