Roosted

by Brooke May

  Not again.

  “Sounds great to me.” She smiles. “So tell me about your new job.”

  And just like that, our once easy friendship falls back into place.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Last night went better than I thought it would. Megan and I talked and visited for a couple of hours before we went our separate ways. It felt like when we had first become friends again. But this time, I already know what she looks like sans clothes, and I wasn’t eager to get into her pants.

  When I got home, I waited for something from Paige. I tried calling and texting her, but nothing ever came back to me. By the time I got around to going to bed and trying not to put too much thought into this weird back and forth Paige is doing with me and my head, I succumbed to sleep.

  I woke before my alarm and took off for a morning run before I had to get ready for work and leave for the day. When I got to Piston Motor Sports, I stopped by the break room to drop off my lunch and found the apple from last night still sitting out.

  My mum cleans businesses and houses for a living. When I was younger, I would help her to make a little money for myself to spend. I know for a fact any good janitor would throw the half-eaten apple in the bin. Sure, it’s on me for not taking care of it before I left, but that’s just what Paige does to me. I can’t function, and I forget shit. It also must mean the janitor had come and gone before I came in to get the apple.

  Leaving the room without anyone cornering me, I make it to my office only to be halted by Len. She is standing outside my doors; a pissed-off scowl in place, her arms crossed, and looking as threatening as a celebrity’s bodyguard.

  “Good morning.” I wince when her dual-colored eyes shoot a glare up at me. “No?”

  “You just had to refuse her, didn’t you?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.” One of her tiny fingers pokes into my chest. It hurts; I’m not going to lie. “Now she’s out to prove something.” Shaking her head, Len slumps against the wall next to my door. “Go on in. I’ll make sure no one walks in or knocks.” Her head jerks to the left at my door.

  Muddled with confusion, I open my door slowly, push it inside, and step into my office. I stumble forward when Len pushes me in and slams the door behind me. Righting myself, I begin to remove my jacket. Turning, I drop my jacket, phone, keys, and shades to the floor. I’m parched, hungered, and just a touch confused.

  Paige sits on my desk, much like she did the day she hired me at Havre and Bell. But she is dressed completely different. This seems more like a fantasy I’ve dreamed up at night when I’m jerking off than reality.

  Clad in a black lace corset that pushes her ample tits up high enough where they are almost spilling out, her riding boots, and nothing else, Paige is my darkest desire come true. Her jet black bangs curtain her eyes. Her makeup done to perfection. The dark sea around her eyes brings them out much more as she regards me with a carnal, molten hot desire. The rest of her hair is pulled back in a high, sleek ponytail my hands ache to wrap around and pull.

  “I don’t like being told no, Oz.” She slides with ease off my desk, her boots making a heavy thud on the hardwood. My dick strains to unsurmountable pain to get out and bury deep within Paige’s wet, tight pussy.

  Her movement can only be compared to something with complete and utter elegance, like a dancer, as Paige turns her body. Her hips roll, jutting her firm arse in my direction. Her hands slap down on the wood of my desk, aiding to brace her as she bends over, spreads her legs, and graces me with her glistening pink pussy.

  “What’s the matter, Axle?” My whole body tingles with the way she says my name. I’ve never been this turned on before by any woman saying my name. Yes, I know other factors are at play to turn me on at this very moment, but please, don’t kill this for me. Just go with it.

  I step over my pile of discarded items while I loosen my tie. It soon falls to the floor along with my belt, but I keep the rest of my clothing in place. My dick springs from my trousers after I undo my fly and button, pushing the material out of the way.

  Paige’s black ponytail whips around when she turns to look at me. “Don’t you ever just want to have fun?” She’s taunting me, and I’m going to completely give in.

  “Yes,” I hiss as both my palms smack her arse, causing a burn on them and a moan mixed with a gasp from Paige. She shakes; I can’t tell if it is from unease in this position or the adrenaline of fucking in my office.

  My right hand ghosts up her back, curving around her neck to give a light squeeze, and then I roughly grab her ponytail, wrapping my hand around it and pulling her back up against my heaving chest.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Paige?” I spit out the words, not out of anger, but from pure hunger to have her.

  “Yes.” She pants, her chest now heaving and straining to break free from the confines of her devilish corset.

  “You came here this morning dressed like sin in hopes I would fuck you on my desk?” My left hand grabs her waist, slamming her arse against my dick, and then I cup her pussy. My fingers and palm grow wet with her excitement. “Have you been waiting long? Have you been thinking how hard I would fuck you?”

  “Axle.” She moans, her arse bouncing and grinding against my dick.

  “How I would relentlessly bury my dick deep in your slick pussy?”

  “Oh.” Her head stays in place because the grip I have on her hair won’t allow her to move. I’m thrilled she is allowing me this much reign over her body.

  “How my hands would pinch, tease, and bruise your tits and clit?” To emphasize my point, my thumb presses against her clit at the same time as I thrust two fingers into her. I rub, seeking her sweet spot, her G-spot, and when I find it, she bucks against my hand.

  I lick a trail up her neck, biting her earlobe before I speak again. “Have you been playing with yourself, pleasing yourself on my desk, getting your scent all over my fucking shit while you waited for me?”

  “Yes, fuck yes, Axle.” Her breathy pants force me into action. Without another word, I push her back onto her hands. Her pussy lines up perfectly with my dick. I rub the tip up and down the length of her. Starting at her arse, she shivers with unbridled pleasure, and I watch her clench when I end at her clit. Pressing my dick against it, I thrust a couple of times before I move back up and slam into her.

  “Ah!” She cries at the same time as I groan. Her walls are tight, warm, and fuck if I know around my dick. I pull on her hair as I pull out; her head is lifted, her red rimmed mouth making the perfect O as I pull almost all the way out of her before slamming back in and holding strongly to her hair.

  She screams. I reach deeper than I have before. I’m sure I’m causing pain, but she is getting off on it because as I continue to thrust harshly into her tight pussy, she begins to push back, slamming herself against me. My balls slap against her clit while my free hand strikes her arse. I knead and grab one cheek, spreading it wide to get deeper.

  “Axle.” She cries out my name. It has never felt this fucking good before. Paige tightens her hold around my dick; I growl as I fuck her, spank her, and pull her hair. I give her head a break by releasing her ponytail and securing both of my hands on her hips, keeping her still as I ruthlessly slam my dick into her. Paige cries out in complete bliss, her pussy gripping me to the point of pain.

  But I need more; she needs more.

  Without missing a beat, I lift her, slamming her knees onto my desk. The front half of her body falls onto the wood as I fuck her. Her tits pressed against the wood after being forced from their confines. I want to bite them, mark them as mine.

  I’m lost in the madness of my own pleasure. My massive hands splay over her lower back and the top of her arse. Once more, I move her cheeks to get deeper, but this time, I rub my thumb over her back entrance, lightly pressing but never penetrating. I don’t know where she stands with that; I want to fuck her arse, but I’m not going to push my luck.

  Instead, I abandon her wa
ist and bend over her, shielding her with my body as my hand creeps under her body to her tits. I lift her, nearly suspending her in the air as her back once again connects with my front.

  The tops of her boots hit my thighs as she struggles to support her body. Silly woman has nothing to fear; I’m not letting her go anywhere. Her tits fall into my hands—perfect, tight, and aching for my mouth and fingers.

  “You’re so tight, Paige.” I huff into her ear, her hair covering my face, sticking to the sweat forming on my brow. “My dick fits every inch of your tight pussy, baby.”

  “Oh.” Her head falls back onto my shoulder, lifting her tits to my line of sight. “Oh, fuck. Axle!” She forces the words out; she hasn’t caught a breath yet.

  “You like it when I fuck you hard?” I pick her up completely, never breaking our contact as I round my desk and slam myself into my chair; the chair I know she has already gotten off in at least once.

  Her head drops between her arms, her hips roll, and her arse rubs against my lower abs as she gyrates her pussy on my dick. My hands drop to her hips.

  “Get me off, baby. Ride my dick so I can come, Paige.” I strike her again; she moans and mewls once more. Her thighs clench as she stands on her tiptoes; her legs draped over mine make it difficult for her shorter legs, but she manages and then slams back down on my dick. One of her hands abandons my desk and move between her legs. She toys with her clit as she rides me, my chair creaking from our combined weight.

  Her breaths start to match mine; shallow pants that do little to settle the raging inferno building in our lungs.

  “Fuck!” I bark, growling and spanking her again; this time, the other cheek. Her fingers abandon her clit, moving down to under my balls where she applies firm pressure. My arse shoots off the chair just as she slams down on my lap. She continues her same rough, unsteady movements, but it is enough to cause my balls to tighten and my dick to harden even more. “Paige!” I roar out her name as I come inside her pussy.

  I’m lost in the wide array of colors dancing over my sight until our conjoined orgasms drip from her onto my lap, trousers, my chair, and the floor. And then I feel extremely cold as Paige lifts herself from my lap and wanders over to grab my jacket.

  Without a word, she slips into it, then turns to blow me a kiss and toss me a wink before walking out the door. Can I ever just bask in the glory of incredible sex with this woman? Can I ever just enjoy what we have together with her still in the bloody room?

  I stand, gently stuffing my still hard dick into my wet trousers when it hits me. I’ve turned into the Megan of this relationship.

  “Fuckin’ aye!”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  She vanished; like an apparition who passes through the halls of the building blindsides me with sex in my office, and then disappears. Unprotected sex, might I add.

  Yeah, you caught it, didn’t you?

  Thanks for fucking telling me!

  Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I’ve never had unprotected sex before. I never wanted to bring a child into this world, at least the world I live in. I’m not suited to be a dad. I’m too selfish. I won’t give up the things I love to care for someone else. Yes, I know, I’m a wanker, but at least, I’m honest. Kids are not for me.

  But that’s beside the point at the moment because I can’t imagine a woman like Paige not protecting herself with some form of birth control. My main concern while I stare down at my dick is if she is clean or not. It’s not like we took a second to discuss it. Fucking hell, I didn’t even know I went in bare till after she left me.

  I have been tested twice in my life. The first time was after I slept with an older woman in high school—turned out she was pretty loose and recommended I get tested even though I was wrapped. The second time was right after the incident with Candy. With a name like that and with a loose pussy like hers, I knew I’d better get tested.

  Both times came back clean, but it still makes me wonder.

  What is Paige’s past?

  If it is anything like Len has hinted to, I can only assume she’s clean.

  “What the fuck?” Quietly shouting to myself in the otherwise silent office, I scrub my face and begin to pull out all the shit I need to start my day. Since I’ve met the twins, I feel as though I’ve been thrown into a strange twilight zone where everything is finally going good for me.

  It makes me feel funny. After all the shit I’ve been through, the light is finally coming back to me.

  Smelling of sex, I don’t bother to wash my hands as I pick up my pencil and get to work. I don’t focus on the fact Paige left my office practically naked and only covered by my jacket. A grin plays across my face, and my glasses lift with my ears as my grin morphs into a smile. My jacket is big enough to be a short dress on her.

  Ideally, I hope she wears it like that sometime soon.

  My work consumes me and all other thoughts outside numbers and statistics fall away. I get all the files I’ve been working on done and sorted, talk things over with the others about what they need to be working on and the break room shit, and then I finally take my lunch break.

  Grabbing my food, I head down to the garages. I’ve got sex on my mind on the way down and when entering the motocross garage. Some of the mechanics are already sitting out at the picnic table outside the big doors, so I make my way over to them and take a seat at the end of one bench.

  I nod to the ones sitting and start to dig into my own lunch. I learned yesterday at lunch that Taylor’s foster dad, Kurt, is one of Parker’s mechanics. I haven’t seen much of him. I’ve only met him briefly in passing.

  “I thought all of you would be busy?” I take a bite of my burrito.

  “We still get our lunches. Just because we are helping pack the twins up to get on the road tonight doesn’t mean we can’t eat.”

  “I see.” The twins are leaving tonight for Nevada. Paige has two races this weekend, and Parker is in a freestyle competition.

  Let me tell you something about most men. We can eat in silence as a group and don’t feel weird about it. Sure, I could eat in the break room or in my office just fine, but I like coming down here and letting everything about being down in this place consume my senses.

  The smell of oil, fuel, and grease; the taste all those bring to my mouth as I inhale them. And the sounds of all the tools working, the metal of toolbox drawers opening and closing, and the rev of the engines; the vibes I can feel ooze their way into my body with just a single step into the large area.

  I don’t care if we don’t talk while we eat; I enjoy this right here. But at the same time, while I stuff my face, I can’t help but listen to the conversation already taking place.

  “I can’t imagine how those two were able to get where they are in the world when they started with absolutely nothing.”

  “It sure wasn’t any inheritance money from their folks when they died. Their old man … I heard rumors he was nothing but a drunk.”

  “And a murderer.”

  Ice instantly flows through my veins. I’ve wondered about their family life. Paige changed the subject when I asked her, and she never came out to say anything; she just changed the subject. Parker would tell me something if I was to ask, but I’m not going to. After yesterday, I know he has a functioning mind in his head, after all.

  If their dad was a murderer, who did he murder? Did the twins witness it? What else could he have done to the two of them? Both are so different, yet both are closed off to the rest of the world in their own way. Len told me I was the first outsider brought to the twins’ house. It makes me question what happened to them.

  “Foster care didn’t treat them much better than he did.”

  “I’ve always wondered if that’s why they are so detached and strange when it comes to relationships.” It’s almost like they don’t know I’m sitting here. I’m a big guy; you can’t miss my giant arse.

  “I heard Paige took the brunt of—”

  “Don’t you guys have better t
hings to do than gossip like a bunch of teenage girls?” Len takes an empty seat across from me, dropping her own lunch and glaring at the guys.

  “Sorry,” they all mumble in unison and go back to their food silently as Len’s hazel and gray eyes fix on me.

  “Ignore the gossip of the girls. It’s best if you do.” Her head drops; the tiny blond stubble of the side of her head glistens in the sun while her Mohawk falls in her face. “Paige is taken with you; it’s never happened before, but I’m glad it has. I’ve warned you, and Axle, you’re a nice guy; I don’t want to see either of you hurt.” Her eyes meet mine again. Her nose ring joins in, glistening in the sun like a pink star.

  “I won’t let it happen.”

  “I’m sure you won’t, but Paige is unpredictable. Take care of her while she lets you. Don’t push her; she’ll leave if you do. That’s what she does.” A sad smile ghosts across her face.

  I don’t care how many men are around; my dad always told my mum exactly how she made him feel. He is a tough, stern man who loves his wife. I’m starting to feel stronger emotions for Paige than just lust.

  “I feel a pull to her.”

  “I’m sure you do.” Len’s hair shakes with her head. “Everyone feels a pull to her.” She is looking in my direction but past me as if lost somewhere far away.

  “You okay?” I tilt my head, getting in her line of sight.

  Blinking, Len’s focus returns and the forlorn look disappears. “We are leaving in an hour, so come back down then and wish the twins luck; it might give Paige a little push in the right direction.”

  I thought they were leaving tonight?

  “Of winning her races?”

  “Of finally allowing herself to have her own happiness.” Len stands, grabbing the lunch she barely ate, and leaves. No one talks; no more gossip or rumors about Paige or Parker, no small talk about if their bikes are ready for the weekend. Just nothing.