Heath

by Nikki Ash

  “The other girls you dated…” she trails off. “Did you take them to your spots?”

  “No,” I say with a harsh laugh. “Not at all.”

  “How come?”

  “Because I didn’t like them.”

  “But you had sex with them?”

  It sounds dirty and wrong just laid out in the open. “These spots…my small acts of rebellion…” I sigh and close my eyes. “It’s the same thing with women. Just another escape.”

  Her lips press to mine. “Am I an escape?”

  Sliding my fingers into her hair, I hold her to me and kiss her sweet mouth. Once I’ve had my fill, I release her and stroke her face. I squint against the sun to look at her. “You’re not an escape. You’re different.”

  She beams at me. “How come?”

  “You know all those journals that belonged to your mom?”

  She nods.

  “Well, I read them as you know, but what I didn’t tell you is that I was obsessed with some of them.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she humanized him. She made me like him in the way she described him: noble and fierce. He loved her so unconditionally.” I swallow and admire Cat’s supple lips. “I don’t know…it just made me wish for something like that. To want someone so deeply and fully that you’d do anything to make them yours.”

  “So you’re telling me you’re a romantic,” she teases as she straddles my lap. “The big, bad motorcycle man with tattoos has a bleeding heart for a good love story.”

  I flip her quickly and pin her with my body, loving the way her squeal echoes across the lake. “I loved the erotic parts too.”

  She grins at me in a devilish way. “What sort of erotic things?” I know she’s read them herself, but I’ll play along.

  I grip her wrists and push them to the blanket. Staring down at her, I rock my hips against her. Her lips part and her green eyes flash with heat.

  “When they were teens, before they took the dive and fucked, they would do stuff like this,” I tell her lowly.

  My dick is hard and aching as I rub it against her sweet spot. She squirms and lets out a moan. Her cheeks burn crimson. So beautiful.

  “Can I orgasm this way?” she asks, her voice breathy.

  “You’ve never had one?” My voice is husky and raw. I feel like a fucking teenager all over again with this girl.

  “Well…” she trails off. “Oh…Oh….”

  I rock against her, rolling my hips, and attack the side of her throat. Her skin tastes sweet and I suck her flesh between my teeth, no doubt marking her. She moans louder and squirms beneath me.

  “Feel how turned on you make me, Cat?” I growl.

  She whimpers, but I don’t release her wrists. I love her pinned and at my mercy. When I rub at her in just the right way, she jolts. So I make sure to do it over and over again until she cries out in pleasure. Her eyes flutter closed and her cheeks turn pink. She’s so pretty when she comes.

  I release her wrists so I can touch her hair and kiss her sweet mouth. Then, I lift up and grin at her, ignoring the way my dick begs for its own release. “Does that answer your question? I can get you off a million different ways without you even having to take your clothes off.”

  “Wow, that was way better than I expected.” She bites on her bottom lip as she stares at me with a reverent stare. It makes my heart rate speed up. I love the intense way she looks at me. Nobody has ever looked at me this way. Sure, I’ve had women practically throw their panties at me. Because they wanted me to fuck them.

  But Cat?

  She wants a lot more than my dick, although I know she’ll be happy to finally get that too. Cat wants my stories and my kisses and my caresses. She wants all of me.

  “That was your first orgasm?” I ask.

  Her eyes leave mine and she looks away, as though she’s shy. “I almost got off once, but…”

  “Theo?” I hate the way my voice sounds strained and jealous.

  “Worse.”

  I grip her jaw and pull her attention to me. “Who?”

  “Heath.”

  Disgust ripples through me. “What?”

  “Don’t look at me that way,” she says, her voice cracking. “I didn’t want it.”

  As though her words burn me, I jerk away from her and rise to my feet. “He forced you? What the fuck, Cat?”

  “N-No, I mean, at first I didn’t want it. But the next thing I knew, it felt good. Oh, God.” She bursts into tears. “I was trying to help my dad.”

  I pull her into my arms and hug her. “I’m going to kill him.”

  She shakes her head and looks up at me. “Don’t. He caught me at a weak moment. I was confused and it felt good. But…”

  My palms slide to her cheeks and I swipe at her tears with my thumbs. “But what?”

  “That, just now, was real. It was better than good. It was amazing.”

  Pressing my lips to hers, I will the anger to simmer down. “You tell me if he so much as looks at you funny and so help me, Cat, I will knock his teeth through his skull.”

  She smiles at me. “Why? Because you like me?”

  I snort and grab her ass with both hands, pulling her against my chest. “Because you’re mine.”

  “You can’t claim me,” she says playfully. “I’m not some thing to own, caveman.”

  “I do what I want, mustang girl. You’re mine and you might as well get used to it.”

  She pretends to pout, but her green eyes flare with pleasure. Like me, Cat is lonely and the idea of someone wanting to keep you all to themselves is pretty fucking enticing.

  “Fine, then you’re mine too,” she tells me with narrowed eyes.

  “Good.”

  “Good.”

  I smirk and she smiles.

  I’m so fucked with this girl.

  I’m sitting in the dark in the closet when I hear footsteps. Soon, the door opens and then she makes her way to our spot. When the dim light suddenly fills the space, she lets out a squeak of surprise.

  “Harrison!” she hisses. “You scared the crap out of me!”

  She looks hot as hell in her little sheer nightgown with her hands on her hips. When her eyes roam down my bare chest, she bites on her bottom lip and loses some of her anger at my scaring her.

  I reach up and take her hand before pulling her into my lap. She melts against me, her legs straddling my thighs.

  “Did you miss me?” I tease, running my fingertips along her back.

  She giggles quietly. “I just saw you like an hour ago. Remember, after dinner when you made out with me in the hallway?”

  “I missed you too,” I deadpan.

  She giggles and swats at my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

  I slide my palm under her hair and curl it around the back of her neck. Her lips part when I pull her close. I swallow a small moan that escapes her the moment our lips fuse together. We kiss slowly as we take the time to taste and enjoy each other. I’m fucking addicted to this girl. I can’t stop thinking about her and I like spending time with her. She’s funny and sweet and adorable as hell.

  “Someone wants another orgasm,” I rumble against her lips when I realize she’s grinding against me.

  “Maybe,” she purrs.

  My dick jolts in response. “You’re such a tease.”

  Our lips meet again and the kiss gets more heated. My fingers bite into her hips as I help her rock against me. I’m only wearing a pair of boxers, so I can feel every bit of her much easier than earlier today through my jeans.

  “You feel so good,” I praise against her mouth. “Like if you keep it up, I won’t be able to behave, baby.”

  “Nobody’s asking you to behave,” she breathes.

  “I’m not going to fuck you on the closet floor,” I groan.

  “Why not?” she pouts.

  “For one, I don’t have a condom. And two, you deserve a special spot.”

  Her body tenses as though I’ve rejected her. That couldn’t
be further from the truth.

  “But even though I’m not going to fuck you,” I growl. “I’m going to need to see your perfect tits.”

  She lets out a gasp when I start pulling her gown up over her head. A shiver runs through her when my gaze lands on her young, bouncy breasts. I grab them both and lean down to taste them. So sweet. What’s even sweeter is the way she whimpers in pleasure. Her nails scratch along my scalp and her hips flex as she seeks pleasure elsewhere.

  “This is so sexy,” I groan as my thumb runs along her bellybutton ring. “Everything about you is so fucking sexy.”

  She grins at me and kisses me hard. I slide my palm lower and run my fingers along her slit over her silky panties.

  “Harrison,” she cries out.

  “Shhh,” I murmur. “Heath is on the other side of that wall.”

  She nods and bites on her bottom lip. We stare at each other as I push my hand into her panties. Her flesh there is slick and smooth. One day, it’s going to feel fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. I slide a finger to her wet hole and breach the opening. With her legs spread open, I easily push inside her tight channel. I work her juicy cunt until she’s riding me like a pro.

  “More,” she breathes.

  I know she wants my dick, but that’ll have to wait until later. I’ll give her something, though. Slipping my other finger inside, a crooked grin tugs one side of my lips up when she rasps out a husky moan.

  “Baby, you’re so damn tight,” I rumble. “You know my dick is a helluva lot bigger than these two fingers.”

  I work her in and out, letting the heel of my palm rub against her clit until she’s shaking. When she gets close, I urge a third finger into her slick heat. She whimpers as I stretch her, but it’s necessary. My sweet girl is a virgin and she’ll need a little prepping to take my cock.

  “That’s it,” I praise. “Feel how fucking wet you are for me? It hurts because that little innocent part of you is getting broken away. I’m going to stretch you and get you ready because next time I have you naked like this, I’m going to fuck you, Cat. I’m going to fuck you so sweet and so nice that you’ll crave me just like I crave you.”

  She moans again, her body shuddering in my grip. “Harrison, oh God!”

  Her cunt clenches around my fingers as she orgasms. Slick juice coats my fingers as she shamelessly rides me. I keep slowly fucking her with my fingers until she sags against me, completely worn out and sated. Then, gently, I pull my fingers from her. She winces and looks down between us. Even in the blue light from the LCD lights, you can see the blood tinge on my wet fingers.

  “Blood,” she whispers.

  “Better to get that over with now rather than later,” I say with a grin.

  “I want to make love to you. Right now.”

  I stroke her hair with my clean hand and kiss her pretty lips. “I do too, baby. But you’ll thank me later. Let’s put your gown back on and let me hold you for a bit before we go back to bed.”

  “What about you?” she asks, gesturing to my dick that’s straining in my boxers.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  I kiss her again and then help her redress. Once she’s clothed and curled up against me, I begin to realize something.

  I’m happy.

  Cat Lincoln has done what no one else ever could for me.

  She’s filled a hole inside me by filling it with herself.

  And I don’t think I’ll ever get her out.

  Hell, I don’t fucking want to.

  I drop the wrench in my hand with a loud clatter that has Lou howling with laughter at me when I hear the grinding of a clutch. Stepping away from the ’89 Honda Accord with a fucked transmission, I swipe away the sweat on my brow with a filthy rag and seek out the sound of the asshole destroying his car. As soon as I step out of the garage bay and see a shiny, black Porsche, irritation burns in my gut. The car jerks and sputters to a halt. Through the glass, I can see Theo in the driver’s seat scowling as Heath’s hands move in the air. He’s yelling at him.

  That’s about the only good goddamned thing about having Theo in that house.

  Heath seems to forget I exist.

  He’s too busy spoiling his already rotten son.

  When they step out of the car, I cross my arms over my chest and nod at the Porsche. “Fuck it up already, kid?”

  Theo’s face reddens as he glares. “No, I’m here to see about Cat’s car.”

  “What about Cat’s car?” I demand.

  He shoots his father a helpless stare. Heath, with laser sharp focus, watches me for a long beat before speaking. I hate being under his scrutiny. As though he can look right through me and know everything about me. It’s too early in the morning for this shit.

  “He’s here to handle it,” he says in a bland tone.

  “It’s been taken care of,” I snap.

  Heath laughs, cruel and mocking. “Did it wipe out your meager savings or are you having to fix it yourself?”

  I clench my jaw. “I’m taking care of it. It’s none of your business.”

  “Everything okay?” Damian asks from behind me. When I glance at him, he’s got the winning businessman smile as he sizes up his potential Porsche-driving clients. I can practically see the dollar signs in his eyes.

  Heath nods at the Mustang in one of the open bays. “My son has come to pay for the repairs and pick up the Mustang.”

  Damian shoots me a confused look. I helped him gut his kitchen a few months ago and he said he’d return a favor if ever I needed one. And I called in my favor.

  “I thought Harrison was taking care of it,” Damian says slowly, shooting me a I thought this was our trade look.

  “Harrison is off the hook,” Heath says curtly.

  Theo pulls out his wallet and opens it, flashing a wad of bills. He smirks at me. “How much, sir?”

  Damian, rolling with the punches, shrugs. “Three grand.”

  He can be such a pain sometimes when it involves money.

  Theo, without batting an eye, pulls out thirty one-hundred-dollar bills. “When will she be ready?”

  Damian opens his mouth, but Heath shakes his head. “This afternoon. My son will be by later with his girlfriend to pick it up. Make it happen.”

  His girlfriend?

  Fuck him.

  “Sorry, man, no can do,” Damian says. “I have a part on order, but it doesn’t come in until later this week.”

  “Fine, but call us as soon as it’s ready,” Heath barks out. Then to me, he says, “And my son will pick her up from school. You’re not needed anymore, orphan.”

  Theo flashes me a triumphant smile. “Yeah. She’s taken care of.”

  I fist my hand and glower at Theo and Heath. “I’ve got shit to do.”

  Heath’s laugh makes my hackles rise, but I ignore him. They can throw their money around all they want, but at the end of the day, Cat wants to be with me. Not Heath, who manipulated her into letting him touch her. Not Theo, who thinks he can buy his way into her heart.

  Me.

  And I’ll continue to give her the shit money can’t buy.

  That’s something they’ll never be able to compete with.

  Theo

  FUCKING HARRISON. THE GUY IS becoming a serious pain in my ass. He is nothing more than a pathetic, uneducated grease monkey. He has no money and no future.

  But he does have the one thing I want.

  Cat.

  “What the fuck does Cat even see in him?” My blood is boiling. That fucker needs to stop cock blocking me. Cat is mine. I’ve spent all summer softening her up. And just when I’m almost in, he shows up and thinks he can have her. If I thought I would win in a fight against him, I would beat that loser’s ass.

  “She’s young and dumb. She wants the broke bad boy.” Heath shrugs. “It’s just a phase. A shiny new toy to play with. She’ll get bored and move on. In the end, she will choose money. Every spoiled little bitch does.”

  “Are you speaking from experience?”
I put the car into reverse and back out, flinching at the grinding sound it makes. It’s hard to drive a stick shift. I don’t even see the point. That’s why they make automatics.

  “Fuck, boy! Pay attention while you’re driving.” Heath hisses. “Take me home,” he demands. “I have shit to do.”

  “I’m trying!” I cry out in frustration. “If you would just let me drive an automatic…”

  “What the fuck did your mother do to you?” I feel his hard glare on me. “Men drive clutch. Fuck, this is why your mother should’ve told me I had a son. Then I could’ve raised you to be less of a pussy.”

  His words hit me right in the gut. I clench my jaw to keep my expression cool. I want to reach over and throttle him for talking shit about my mom’s parenting. She tried. She did the best she could. I always felt loved and cared for. These last couple of weeks have been hard because I’ve felt anything but from Heath. Certainly don’t think of him as a father in the same way Cat thinks of Elliot as hers. Our connection is from blood only. He’s a closed off, cold asshole. I’m glad he didn’t have a hand in raising me. Clutches be damned.

  I shift into third and the car jerks forward. Heath’s hand flies out to grab the dashboard to brace himself. Shit! I flinch.

  “Pull over!” he shouts. “Now!”

  I do as he says with a groan and kill the engine by mistake. He’s already out of the car and stalking around to switch places. With a huff, I climb out and sit in the passenger seat defeated.

  Effortlessly, he peels out and onto the street. I carefully watch as he drives us home, taking mental notes. Each shift change is flawless and fluid. I glance over at Heath and notice the tattoo peeking out from under the collar of his button-down shirt. He has several that cover his arms and chest. Harrison has tattoos as well. Maybe it’s the tattoos Cat likes. She might not have wanted it, but when I walked in on Heath fingering her, she was definitely enjoying herself.

  Hot, green jealousy flares up inside me.

  I’ve seen the way she reacts to Harrison. I’ve done everything in my power to get her to notice me, but she won’t give me the time of day. I even joined the football team because she’s a cheerleader. I don’t know what else to do.