He had never known a woman as passionate as Zoë at nineteen. But the one before him now was a hot-blooded temptress.
“Stop, baby. Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Eyelids mere slits, lips puckered, she groaned her disappointment. “Drew. I’m almost there.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Releasing his cock, he pushed to his feet. “I want to taste you as you come.” Hastened steps carried him to her side. “I want your juices all over my face, baby.”
“Dammit, Drew. Don’t talk like that or it’ll be all over before you even untie me.”
“Who said anything about untying you?”
Frustration wrinkled her forehead. He rolled her nipple between two fingers. She arched into his hand.
“You’re mine to do with as I want. And right now I want your wrists bound and your thighs parted.” He released her and gripped her by the waist, lifting her so she could swing her leg over the bike sitting sideways. “Now spread ‘em, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate.
As he moved between her thighs he realized that although this appeared to be a wonderful fantasy, it just wouldn’t work. There was no way his tongue would get the access he needed to truly pleasure her. If he moved her closer to the edge she’d fall right off the bike.
Somehow he must have revealed his quandary, by a look or the exasperated breath he exhaled, because she started to giggle. The light airy sound caressed his ears like a soft breeze. He loved hearing her happy.
His palms cupped her face. “So you think this is funny?” He gave her a quick, firm kiss before working quickly to unfasten her wrists.
“Not exactly all it’s cracked up to be, is it?” Her arms folded around his neck as her legs circled his waist and locked at the ankles behind his back. “Why not take me to bed and fuck me? Hmmm…” she hummed as he moved through the trailer.
They landed on the bed in a heap of laughter. He tried to kiss her, but she jerked away, fighting him as they wrestled around the bed. Breathless, he finally caught her by the ankle and parted her thighs, opening her wide for his pleasure. Sultry was the best word he could think of for the expression on her face as she watched him slowly bend each of her knees so the soles of her feet were flat against the cover.
Slipping his palms beneath her ass, he raised her hips off the bed and lowered his head between her legs. Her breath caught as he kissed her folds, his tongue licking a path along her slit.
Her fingers wove through his hair. He fought the pressure she exerted to force him closer to her tender opening. Her hands clenched tighter in his hair. Sweet pain, as she cried, “Drew, please.”
His tongue circled the engorged little bundle of nerves and she shattered. She bucked and rocked against his mouth as he held her close, licking and sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. Then he sank his tongue deep inside and lapped at her juices flowing with her climax.
“Oh God.” She jerked beneath his assault. “Stop, Drew.” She pushed against his head trying to drive him back. “I can’t take any more.”
But she could, and he wouldn’t stop.
Again she jerked away, convulsing. He continued until he wrung another orgasm from her delicious body. The scream she released was probably heard by all.
Loud thumps, pounding on the outside of the toy hauler confirmed it. Everyone had heard Zoë’s cry of passion. Muffled laughter and dirty comments permeated the walls of the trailer.
From between Zoë’s legs he gazed up at her. He didn’t know if the flush on her cheeks was embarrassment or the heat of the moment. Yet he knew the twinkle in her eyes was for him and him alone.
The trailer began to rock as the people outside pushed and shoved. Josh had found himself a wild bunch to party with tonight and it appeared Zoë and he were their entertainment.
Slowly Drew covered Zoë with his heated body. Nothing would stop him from taking her again. With a single thrust his cock slid into her warm, wet core. She arched, releasing an audible sigh as he drove deep inside. Picking up the rhythm of the rocking trailer and ignoring the boisterous crowd, he made love to Zoë before falling asleep in her arms.
Chapter Nine
It had to be seven o’clock, end of curfew, because engines began to start one after another. Eyes closed, Zoë listened to the high-pitched intensity of a Suzuki winding up and the four-beat roar of a Kawasaki. Scents of gas and oil drifted through the open window at the back of the trailer.
Crap. That’s why her and Drew’s little party had been shared with everyone outside. The walls were thin enough as it was. An open window brought every sound and smell inside out and outside in. She couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face. It was the second time last night that they had been caught with their pants down, literally.
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains and the light of day peeked through. Yawning, Zoë stretched her arms, reaching high above her head. The rest of her body followed.
Ouch!
Muscles she hadn’t used in a while made themselves known. She was delightfully sore. Thoughts of their decadent night, the way Drew held her, touched her, came back to deepen her smile. Every minute spent with Drew was worth the sweet discomfort she now felt. With a casual turn she rolled over to wish him good morning, only to discover that she was alone in bed.
A moment of panic overtook her, disappearing when she remembered Drew was an early riser. The sheet slipped off her naked body as she rose. The linoleum floor was cold beneath her feet. Every time she moved she found a new place that was tender. As she drew closer to the open window she could smell bacon cooking. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since early yesterday.
Pulling back the curtain she could see both Josh and Drew standing around the cook stove that Josh preferred using instead of the one in his trailer. Josh was dressed to ride in a red Fox outfit, while Drew wore jeans and a polo shirt. Kind of odd attire for the desert.
Grease popped as she heard Drew say, “I plan on going with Zoë for counseling.”
Zoë’s jaw dropped. How does he know about– Dave. I’ll kill the bastard when I get my hands on him. Damn boss was worse than a nosy family member. She’d only agreed to go to counseling after he threatened to contact Josh. Sonofabitch did it anyway.
With a spatula, Josh began to remove bacon from the pan. “Keep her in bed and she won’t get an opportunity to hurt herself.”
Ohmygod. They know everything. Humiliation fanned across her cheeks, fast and furious.
Drew slapped Josh on the back. “That’s my plan, bro.”
“Yeah. I know. We heard you. Sounded like you two had a good time.” Josh dodged Drew’s playful swing.
The curtain slipped out of Zoë’s hands. She blinked back disbelief. Plan? Her stomach suddenly spasmed. She bent at the waist, clutching her arms around herself. She was going to be sick. What was last night? A pity-fuck?
How could she be so stupid? Drew didn’t care about her—not on an intimate level. It was some elaborate plan for…what—to stop her from killing herself?
She drew herself to her full height.
If Dave told Josh about the counseling, then he also told her brother about why she was going and his theory on her death wish. As if the thought even entered her mind. She was a daredevil, not stupid.
And Josh had told Drew.
Tears welled in Zoë’s eyes, but she fought them with anger. Blinking hard she pushed them right back where they came from. “You righteous sonsofbitches.” The trailer shook beneath her heavy footsteps as she made it to the bathroom. With a twist of her hand she turned the shower on. She had to get Drew’s scent off her now.
Drew had given her a little taste of happiness. Even if it was bittersweet this morning, she had learned something. Happiness couldn’t be found through another individual. You had to want it—work for it—just as she had done throughout the years.
She stepped beneath the flowing water. It was warmer than she preferred. Was it the water temperatur
e or the heat coming off her body? As she began to soap her arms, she realized something.
She was in charge of her happiness.
She had wasted three years pining for Drew. And look what she had done to her life. Such a fool. She shook her head and rinsed off. This was where the foolishness ended. She shut off the water.
Grabbing a towel, she rubbed it briskly over her body. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy. She stepped from the shower and walked toward her small closet. There was no way to just turn off how she felt about Drew, nor the rush of adrenaline she loved when it came to performing. Her gaze scanned the outfits hanging. It was hard to explain the pleasure she got with each death-defying act she performed. It had become her life—what she lived for.
A vibrant pink riding ensemble caught her attention. With a jerk she opened a drawer and retrieved underwear.
Surprisingly, Drew hadn’t been the only driving force behind her desire for speed. Yes. Speed just made it easier to forget him. With speed came accidents and there was no denying that pain numbed his memory, but he wasn’t the reason she rode. She was good—damn good.
As she slipped her bra and panties on, she realized just how much she had allowed Drew to mess with her mind. She pulled the jersey over her head and sucked in a breath of regret. Drew was all she had ever wanted. With angry movements she pushed her legs through the riding pants. He had deceived her once again.
But she was stronger now. He would leave and this time she wouldn’t fall apart. Maybe she’d go back home, mend the tear in her family’s relationship.
Filled with a brand new sense of purpose, she put her socks on, slipped her foot into one boot and then the other, snapping them tight. For the next two days she would enjoy what Glamis had to offer. Sunday she would head to Phoenix and say hi to her mom and dad.
Now all she had to do was stay away from Drew.
Plate in hand, Drew headed toward the toy hauler, taking a step backward as the door swung open and Zoë stepped down. Crap. She was already dressed to ride. Both he and Josh thought that by keeping her busy, they’d be keeping her out of trouble.
He’d just have to seduce her into seeing things his way. He liked the sound of that plan.
She didn’t say a word to him as she passed by and began to release the ramp at the back of the trailer.
“I brought you breakfast,” he said, leaning in for a kiss that caught her cheek as she turned away. Hmmm…something wasn’t right.
Glancing over a shoulder she looked down at the eggs and bacon he held, then at him. “Ahhh…that’s sweet. I hope you didn’t go to any trouble. But if I remember correctly there’s a little restaurant and bar down by the Glamis Beach Store. I have a craving for a hamburger.” She moved up the ramp, her footsteps tapping on the floor as she disappeared into the toy hauler.
He shot a desperate glance in Josh’s direction. His friend urged him on with the brush of his fingers.
Zoë appeared again, but this time she was rolling her Honda 250 CR down the ramp. The bike meant trouble. Big trouble.
He moved in, stopping her with his free hand on the bike’s handlebars. “Ah…I thought we’d disconnect the toy hauler from your truck and take a ride to Brawley. Check out the sites.”
She tugged the bike out of his grasp. “Good idea. While you and Josh are there pick me up some tampons.” She threw over a shoulder, “Oh, and a big box of pads.”
Well that put a dampener on the seduction angle. Talk about bad timing. He could still hold and kiss her. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he remembered how aroused she got with just the sound of his voice.
“Not Josh and me.” He set the plate down on a chair and hurried to her side. “You and me—alone.” He poured all his sexuality into his voice. “Come on, baby.” He lowered his tone and brushed his hand up her arm. “Let’s take a ride.”
She bent down, pointing to certain parts of her bike as if she mentally checked off all necessary items that should be verified before she rode. Then she stepped around him, grabbing a gas can to top off the bike’s tank.
“Nothing’s in Brawley. Came through it on my way here.” She popped up so quickly it caused him to stumble backward to avoid clashing with her. “But knock yourself out. See for yourself.”
Shit. This was harder than he thought. He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “How about you and me go back to bed?”
Her brows rose mockingly, before she placed her hot pink helmet over her head. The matching goggles followed.
Damn. He’d forgotten about the tampons. And how many helmets did this woman own? Even her boots and gloves matched.
When she threw her leg over the bike, he shot a desperate glance toward Josh. There didn’t appear to be anything that was stopping her and Drew wasn’t ready to go riding. He had counted on taking her back to bed or going to Brawley.
“Wait. I’ll go get dressed and we’ll ride together.” He hastily started toward Josh’s trailer, as Josh moved to his quad.
“Can’t. Stomach’s growling. Gotta go.” She raised her foot and kick-started the bike. The engine roared to life. Twist of the wrist, she throttled it. Her front tire rose from the ground as she rode her back one.
“Shit.” Drew made a beeline for the trailer.
Josh was already hot on her trail.
Chapter Ten
Idiots. Laughter bubbled up inside her, recalling the panicked expressions on both Josh’s and Drew’s faces when she asked them to pick up some tampons. Fast thinking. Pretty clever too, if she said so herself. Certainly, that little revelation would extinguish Drew’s desire. All she needed was for him to keep his distance throughout today and tonight.
As she ripped through the sands of Glamis on her bike, the crisp chill of morning stung her cheeks. She loved morning rides. Everything seemed so fresh and new. It was the hours that followed that usually screwed it all up.
From the corner of her eye she could see Josh following her. So, between Drew and Josh she was going to be on a short leash. A flash of temper rose when she thought of Drew insinuating that he was going to counseling with her. The man had some nerve. Hell, if it wasn’t for him she probably wouldn’t be going. Before she took off for Phoenix she’d set both Drew and Josh straight. She was a big girl now. She didn’t need or want male interference in her life.
Ahhh…hell. That wasn’t true either. She had never felt anything like Drew’s thick, hard cock filling her. Her nipples puckered at the thought. She loved the little growl in his voice, the way he dominated her—fucked her.
Still, she didn’t want Drew because he felt guilty or sorry for her. That was worse than not having him at all. And she couldn’t believe that Josh was in on this, probably the one who talked Drew into seducing her.
How was that for brotherly love? Couldn’t he just believe in her? Support the one thing in life she loved?
Her skin felt too tight. She could feel her blood begin to boil, a prickly sensation moving just below the surface. With the rise of anger she increased the throttle. It seemed that the two went hand in hand. Anger and speed.
No. She cut the gas, slowing down. That was before. Her riding would not be dictated by her mood. She was a good rider. Damn good. She had a bright future ahead of her if she used her head wisely. Yet she couldn’t pass the jump that approached. She hit it going a reasonable speed, catching air as she lunged off a dune.
Man, there was nothing like being airborne, heavy metal between her thighs. She landed the bike and didn’t look back to see if Josh took the jump too.
The distance from Gecko campground to the small beach store was quite a ride, but finally she pulled in front of the restaurant and cut her engine. She wasn’t really hungry anymore, but what the hell—she was here.
“Shit. Zoë, you were flying.” Josh pulled up next to her as she was removing her helmet. “You’ve gotta be more careful.”
She ignored him. He didn’t know what speed was really about. With a twist, she removed her k
ey, strolled to the restaurant’s door and pushed it open. Sand littered the floor. The small gritty particles crunched beneath her boots. The place was packed. The noise level was boisterous. There was only one table unoccupied as she walked over and sat down.
A waitress plopped a glass of water and a menu in front of her and walked away without a word. Friendly little place. Perhaps I’ll trip her on her next round.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” The chair scraped across the floor as Josh pulled it out and sat down.
“No twist here.” She peered over the menu. “Are you following me?”
“Uhhh…” He grabbed her glass of water and drank slowly. “We’re supposed to spend the weekend together. Remember?”
She sat the menu down and scanned his handsome features. “You’re a lousy liar.” Zoë was about to lay down the law, when the waitress waltzed over to the table. The biggest, brightest smile was plastered on her face as she set another glass of water on the table. Then she leaned over so Josh had a view right down her shirt as she handed him a menu.
“Are you ready to order?” she purred.
Zoë wanted to poke the woman with her fork.
Josh shuttered his dreamy brown eyes. “Zoë?” he asked, without moving his gaze from the woman’s busty cleavage.
“Yeah. Hamburger, no catsup. Fries. Coke.”
“And you?” the waitress asked. Somehow it came out sounding like a proposition, but what the hell. What Josh did with his life was his business. Still, it didn’t hurt to give him some of his own medicine.
“What happened to the redhead you were with last night?” Zoë asked nonchalantly.
“A Coke will do,” Josh muttered, as the disappointed waitress moved away from the table. He shot Zoë a heated glare. “Was that necessary?”
She shrugged. “Not any more than your interference in my life.”
“I’ve never interfered in your business.” His face went blank like it always did when he was lying to her. He could pull the wool over anyone’s eyes but hers. She knew him too well.
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