I don’t remember going to his room, though. Hell I don’t even remember kissing him. So how did we end up there?
Jackie gets my attention as she rolls down the windows and cranks up the AC.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You smell like booze, cigarettes, and sex,” she says matter-of-fact. “It’s making me nauseous,” she adds. “And what happened to you?”
I laugh. “Well it seems I got some action last night, but I don’t remember it.”
“Oh, you got some action all right,” she agrees. “I thought you two were going to do it on the pool table. Or in the hallway,” she adds with a laugh. “Did you end up doing it in the garden or something?”
I scowl. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
She looks quickly over at me with a smile. “He was hot and why would I stop you? You were pissed off at Rodger for calling you and started drinking like a fish. Plus, you were totally digging one another.” She wiggles her blond eyebrows.
Digging? Who says that?
I shake my head. Even if she would have tried to stop me, I wouldn’t have listened. “Did you get some?” She better have left for me a good reason.
“Yep,” she says with a smile on her face.
“Well then our life is complete,” I say dryly.
I stretch out my legs and smile. At least the sex I got was good. I can tell it by the feel in my muscles. Whoever he was, he used every inch of my body, and I guarantee I loved every second of it.
“Do you want me to wait for you?” she asks as she pulls up to the college.
I shake my head. “Just come back and get me in an hour,” I say digging through my glove box.
“What are you looking for?” she asks.
“Advil.” I always keep some in my car.
I look over to her when she sighs. “I already took it,” she admits with a small smile.
“What?” I snap. “You took the only two I had left?”
She holds up three fingers, and I let out a growl. She calls out sorry as I swing the door open and get out.
CHAPTER SIX
TABATHA
After Jackie had picked me up from the school, I had dropped her off at her house and then stopped off at Starbucks for the biggest coffee they had, which I now know is called a Vente. And I hate coffee. But it just sounded so good. Well, it doesn’t taste as good as it sounded. Plus my tongue is numb from where I burnt the hell out of it.
I make my way into our house. My parents have many houses all over the world, but this is the one I grew up in. The one I still call home even though I now have a place of my own.
I take off down the main hallway to head to the back of the house where my old room is located, when I hear my dad talking in his office. I go to walk past it and see his door is open. He looks up and spots me. Busted.
“Hey sweet pea. How was your test this morning?”
“Fine,” is all I say. I’m not a hundred percent sure that I passed. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.
He lifts his hand and motions for me to enter. “Come here. I have someone I want you to meet.”
I shake my head. “It will have to wait. I need a shower.”
“Nonsense,” he argues. “You look great. It will be quick.”
I sigh but go ahead and walk into his office. I see his nose scrunch when I come up to his desk. I can’t help but smile at the thought of smelling how Jackie had described. I can’t smell much of it, I think my nose is used to it now.
I hear the leather creak from someone shifting on the couch behind me, but I don’t turn around. I wait for my father to excuse me since he finally sees how awful I look.
“What did you do last night?” he asks with a frown on his face.
“I…”
He places his hand up to interrupt me. “I probably don’t want to know.”
I nod my head trying to hide my smile. He may end up reading it in the tabloids. See, my father is famous. He owns the biggest racing team in California. Formula One cars has always been his dream. He used to race them. That’s where he started making his fortune. Then retired and started his own team. Come to find out, he loves being on that end just as much as he did being a driver.
I actually just bought my first home last year. Against my parents’ advice. I didn’t want to live on campus or with my parents. I wanted my very own place but it’s on the other side of town. And my parents’ house just happens to be five miles from the college. After the morning I’ve had, it was an easy decision.
“Anyways, as you know, your mother and I have been talking about branching out,” he says with a smile referring to their company.
I nod my head. I have overheard this conversation. They want to dip their toes into other forms of racing.
“Well, it’s official. We have started a new racing team that involves motorcycles. And you are already a fan.” He gestures to my shirt, and I look down at the words DASH and frown before tilting my head in confusion. Then I hear the leather crinkle once again behind me. “See,” my father says with a smile looking past me to whoever is sitting behind me. “I knew you would like her.” He claps his hands together as if he’s proud of himself, and I frown as the person moves behind me once again. What the hell’s wrong with them back there?
“Motorcycles?” That’s not what I was expecting him to say.
He nods. His silver hair not even moving due to all the product my mother puts in it for him. I swear he is still a child and needs her to dress him. Feed him. And probably even bathe him. I shudder at that thought. Ugh.
“Yes. I want to introduce you to the new member of our team.” He gestures to person sitting behind me. “Darling, say hello to Erik Dashling.”
I quickly turn round wanting to get his over with so I can get the hell out of
here. My heart starts to pound as hard as my head. I come eye to eye with those light gray eyes, chiseled jaw, and light dark hair.
Memories of last night start to return. Like us making out on the pool table. Me stumbling into his room before he ripped my shirt off. Then me down on my knees before him. I couldn’t get his belt and jeans off fast enough.
I blink rapidly to try and clear the memories that are coming back full force.
“Hello ma’am,” he says trying to sound formal. He stretches his hand out to me.
“Hello,” I say narrowing my eyes on him and cross my arms over my chest. It’s a little late for formalities.
He takes his hand that’s stretched out in front of him and lifts it up to my hair. He pulls back and has a leaf between his fingers.
He chuckles. “Looks like you’ve been rolling around in the grass.”
Motherfucker.
He knows. Shit! I didn’t think to look for any video cameras around his gate. I’m sure he has them.
He smirks as if he knows what I’m thinking.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Dashling.” I nod my head.
He gets a cocky look on his face and his eyes sparkle. “Please. Call me, Dash.”
Oh, now the shirt I’m wearing makes sense.
I nod my head once and spin around to face my father. “I need to go shower and then get home. I have homework to do,” I lie. “Excuse me,” I mumble and walk out of the office and start down the hall when I hear Erik speak to my father.
“Will you excuse me, sir?”
As I’m nearing the stairs I feel a hand on my upper arm. “What the…”
I’m pulled into a hallway and pressed up against the wall. Before I can speak his hands are on my face and his lips are on mine.
I try to fight it, try to push him away, but instead my arms make their way around his neck. My body is still sore as hell from last night. And my pussy has been wet all morning. Although I can’t remember what all he did, my body sure as hell can. His kiss is slow and sweet. He takes his time as his tongue makes long strokes.
He pulls away and a moan slips past my lips. “You taste as good as I remember,” he mumbles. “L
ike candy.”
I don’t say anything as I stare into his eyes. He gives me a warm smile. “You left this morning without saying goodbye.”
“If I remember correctly, we never really said hello,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “You’re correct.” He leans back into me. “Hello,” he whispers, sending chills down my body.
“Hello,” I answer breathlessly.
“I have something you might like,” he says with a smirk on his face.
“I’m pretty sure I liked it,” I respond still feeling the aftereffects from last night.
“Pretty sure?” he frowns. “Well, I will have to remind you of how much you liked it later.” He runs his fingers down the side of my cheek. “You screamed my name so loud my ears are still ringing.” I inhale sharply. He lowers his face to mine and runs the tip of his nose down the side of my face. “You fucking loved every bit of it, darling,” he growls.
My body trembles. He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply. “You still smell like sex.” He pushes his erection into my lower belly. “Like me. And that shirt looks absolutely amazing on you.”
His hand slips under the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. They softly make their way up my sides, and he cups my breasts. Thank God I lost my bra in his bedroom. “We can’t,” I choke on the words as his aggressive hands massage them roughly.
He lets out another chuckle. “I know.” He pulls back from me and my tits instantly go cold when he pulls his hands away and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out something black that is inside his fist, he holds it out in front of me. “This is what I thought you would want.”
I look at his hand and he opens it to reveal my black panties. I gasp before I snatch them out of his hand. “How did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him.
Did he know who I was last night? Is that why he slept with me?
It wouldn’t be the first time a guy wanted to sleep with me because of my father’s fame.
He looks at me with a confused face. He goes to speak but I hold up my hand. “I’m glad you had fun last night but my father has already signed you, so that won’t be happening again.” I place my hands on his chest and shove him away from me.
“Wait. What?” he asks sounding confused. I go to walk away from him, but he grabs my upper arm.
“Erik, you ready to finish up this meeting?” I hear my dad ask.
He sighs as he holds onto my arm. “Yeah. Sure, Mr. Knight.” He looks down to me and whispers, “This conversation isn’t over,” as he lets go of me.
I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for my shower. I turn the water on scalding hot and jump in, scrubbing every inch of my body until it’s raw. He was right, I still smell like him, and I want it gone. The bastard used me. I mean in a way, I used him as well—self-satisfaction. But he used me to help further his career.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DASH
Just my fucking luck! The girl I slept with at my party is the one and only Tabatha Knight. Mr. Knight’s daughter. My new boss!
“Dude. I had no idea,” Blake says as he sits next to me on my couch while he holds my laptop. “I told you I had never met her.”
“Go to images,” I say pointing to it.
He does and images of her start to pop up—her in the winner’s circle with racers; her dad by her side; her out at parties with a dark-haired man by her side. “Is that her ex?” I ask.
“One sec,” he says before he clicks on the link to his name. “Rodger Heath the third. Son of Rodger Heath and Shawna Heath…”
“Wait. Rodger Heath? As in the congressman?” I ask, standing up from the couch and looking down at him in shock.
“Yes,” he says just as shocked. He looks back down and starts to read the headline. “The two are still going strong after a year together. Are wedding bells in their near future?” He clicks on a few other links. A picture comes up of her and him walking out of a restaurant. She has her head down, and he has a hold of her arm tightly as if he’s dragging her behind him. He then looks at a few more links. Not one mentions their breakup. How long ago did they split? Could it be possible that the press doesn’t know about it yet?
“What are you going to do?” he asks getting my attention. He has a hard look on his face as he stares up at me from my laptop.
“What I always do. I always get what I want,” I state. You think I give a rat’s ass that her ex is Rodger Heath? Fuck no!
“You’ve already had her.”
I shake my head. “I want her again.” She was different. She was wild, just like I knew she would be. Valerie was so boring, and I always had to be in control. Tabatha was crazy and full of passion. I could feel it in the way she touched me. Her body screamed for a release.
“You know her dad will kick you off the team if he catches the two of you together?” He closes the laptop and looks up at me. “I mean, look who she was with.”
I roll my eyes but inside I am wondering the same thing. I mean, look at their fathers. Talk about a power couple. “Probably,” I say in all honestly. But Mr. Knight told me he isn’t where he is today without taking risks. And she is a risk I’m willing to take.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TABATHA
“You’re joking?” Jackie asks rubbing suntan lotion on her white as snow skin.
“I wish I was,” I say lying on a lawn chair by my parents’ pool. It’s been two days since the day I came home to find Dash sitting in my father’s office. And I’m still as pissed as I was the second I realized he knew who I was.
It was my fault. I was stupid enough to sleep with him without even bothering to find out who he was. I just wanted someone to get over Rodger, and of course like a slut, I jumped in bed with the first guy that I found attractive.
“How could he have known who you were though?”
“The internet.” I roll my eyes behind my Dolce shades. “There’s pictures of me on there with my father’s racing team.” She knows this.
“But in the past they dated you for a little bit while they tried to get close to your dad. Erik had already been signed.”
I shake my head. “Technically he was signing that very next morning,” I remind her.
“It doesn’t make sense. I can’t see him doing that.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you two best friends now?”
She shakes her head. “I just saw the way he looked at you the night of his party. Trust me when I say this. He was thinking how to get you up to his bed—not how you could further his racing career.”
I close my eyes as I turn over onto my stomach to let my back get some sun. We lie basking in the sun in silence for a few minutes until I hear Jackie speak.
“I, uh, am going to go get something to eat. Want anything?” she asks sounding flustered.
“Sure. Bring me some ice cream.” Aunt Flow is about to visit and my main craving is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip is to die for.
She doesn’t respond, but I hear her get up and her feet slap against the hot concrete as she walks away.
I let out a long sigh as those gray eyes come to mind. I wish I could forget what happened that night at his party. It’s all I see now. I liked it better when my memory was still hazy and hung-over.
We crash through his bedroom door. He shoves my back against the door slamming it shut in the process. His lips are on mine as his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt and he goes to pull his mouth away to lift my shirt. But I grab ahold of him and pull him into me. His hands rise and rip my shirt off as I moan into his mouth. My bra disappears and his hand lands on my breast roughly. He takes my nipple between two fingers and pinches it so hard I pull away and scream out.
I’m panting and pushing my hips into him, needing more. I drop to my knees and start to undo his belt. “Shit,” he hisses placing his hands behind his head as I free his rather large dick. I lick my lips and take his hard dick into my mouth.
He then slams a fist against the door as the other
hand finds its way into my hair. I pull him to the back of my throat and his nails dig into my scalp. I pull away as I lick up his long hard shaft. I come to the top and swirl my tongue around the head.
“God, Tabatha,” he growls, as his other hand finds its way into my hair as well. He grips it tightly and pushes his hips forward. I suck taking him to the back once again. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I wanna fuck you so hard...” I moan around his cock in my mouth and relax my mouth giving him permissions to do whatever the hell he wants to me.
For once in a long time I want to be fucked so hard where I can’t stand afterwards.
“You’re going to burn.” A familiar man’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
My eyes spring open, and I fumble to get off of the lounge chair and up onto my feet. My feet get tangled in my chair and I’m about fall into the pool when two strong arms grab me around the waist and I’m pulled into a hard body.
I let out a breath as my heart pounds against his chest. I watch the frown on his face from behind my sunglasses. I tighten my legs as the memory of what we did still lingers in my mind.
He reaches up and pushes my glasses to the top of my head. I blink a few times from the harsh sunlight. “You should be more careful,” he warns.
“Of you?” Why do I sound so breathless?
He shakes his head. “I finally realized what you were so upset about. And I promise you that I had no idea who you were that night of my party.”
“You’re lying,” I say starting to get myself under control.
“I promise. I’m not.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask trying to pull out of his arms but he doesn’t let me go.
“I just wanted to talk to you. To make sure you understood I didn’t take you to bed with the wrong intentions.”
I let out a rough laugh hoping it hides my discomfort of wanting a repeat of that night. “Yeah. Because just getting your dick wet is a much better excuse.”
He gives me a slow and sexy smile. “Darling, you wanted it just as bad as I did.” He then runs the back of his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “If I remember correctly, you instigated it.”
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