by Chloe Lang
“Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck. I guess I’ll have to find Michael.”
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got an idea. Besides, I’m not sure either of us could find him tonight. Did you see him chatting up those two guys by the bar when we left? I know them, and what I’ve learned about Michael...well, we won’t be seeing him for a day or two.” It was time to move to the next step in his plan. “I’m free for the next few days, and I’ve got transportation. Let me give you a ride to Malibu. It’s a great excuse for me to get away. If I don’t, the dads will find other work for me to do on the ranch.”
“I’m not sure I should ask you to take me, Heath.” She set her cup of coffee down and looked directly into his eyes. “No strings?”
“None,” he lied. “Just doing a favor for my cousin-in-law’s cousin.”
“Deal. I’d like to leave first thing in the morning.”
Time to get the game on. “How about in an hour?”
Charly tilted her head, and her eyebrows shot up. “Why?”
“Supposed to be raining in about five hours. Better to get on the road before a downpour. These mountain roads can get dicey in inclement weather. Besides, that way we can take our time and you can have a few more hours to prep for your interview.”
The trip to Malibu would be the perfect chance for them to spend time alone. So far, she seemed genuine to him, but he’d been fooled before. A little roadside motel would work wonders to find out more about Charly. Plus, his desires had gone beyond gathering intel. He wanted a round or two on her amazing body.
Charly studied him for about a minute and then she nodded. “I better get to the hotel and pack.”
“I’ll let you pick the ride.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see, honey. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to pick you up.”
The back of his neck tingled just a bit, a sure sign that Charly was going to be trouble.
* * * *
Charly looked around Heath’s large garage filled with a dozen muscle cars, three tricked-out trucks, five convertibles, and two motorcycles. “These are all yours?”
“Yes. Which one would you like us to take to Malibu, Charly?”
“I have no idea. They’re all so beautiful.” She was stunned at the incredible machines surrounding them.
His large fingers grazed the metal of the vehicle next to them. “I’m glad you like them.”
“Did you restore all these yourself, Heath?”
His face lit up like the sun. “I did. This blue doll is a 1966 Chevrolet Corvette Sting Ray. I finished her up just last month. She’s got a four-speed transmission with four hundred twenty-five horses under that hood. You should’ve seen her when I found her. Luckily, I got her back to the beauty you see now.”
Charly saw tenderness and joy in his eyes as he talked about the car. She wanted to see more of that in the rugged cowboy. “How long did it take you to finish?”
“About four months.”
She pointed to a classic convertible that was shiny black on the outside with red leather inside. The chrome on the front and sides shined like jewels. It was a thing of beauty. “What about this one?”
“That was my first restore. It’s a 1958 Chevy Impala. I started it when I was only fourteen. It took me about four years to get the car back together. I wasn’t really great with the paint gun back then, so I repainted it a couple of years ago.”
“It looks amazing.”
“The interior is original. I only had to stitch a few seams back together.” The pride in his tone was inspiring and making Charly tingly inside. “She’s got a 348 V8 with a tri-power carburetor. With only 27,000, miles she runs like a champ.”
“Is that a Rolls-Royce?” She pointed to the car in the left corner.
“Good eye, honey. It’s my 1966 Silver Shadow.”
Charly noticed that Heath’s gaze no longer fixed on his cars, but instead remained on her. To avoid blinking, she turned to the Rolls to take it in. The metal was a light gray on the top and hood, while the doors and sides were a deeper charcoal color. She walked up to it and peered in. The seats were deep-red leather.
“Do you actually take this on the road?” To keep expenses down, Charly had learned more than a thing or two about working on cars. She could change oil, brakes, and more. And she had a love for cars, too. But compared to Heath, she was barely out of her weekend mechanic diapers.
“Sometimes. Mom loves to go for a Sunday drive in it about once a month. So, I’m happy to take her. Would you like to take the Rolls to Malibu, honey?”
Charly shook her head. If she showed up to the interview in that, there would be no chance of her ever getting the job. After getting a little history on each of the cars, she finally settled on the one she wanted to take. “I would love to go in the Chevy, if you don’t mind.”
“Why that one?”
“It’s clear to me that she’s your favorite. When you were talking about her, your pride took over.”
Heath smiled. “You’re something else, Charly Wynn.” Then he pulled her into his body.
She felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest. “Taking girls to your garage is a pretty awesome come-on, Heath.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here.” Before she could let that sentence register in her mind, he kissed her.
Her mind spun, and her knees weakened. His large arms held her steady as his full lips parted. His breath entered her mouth, then his tongue. Dizziness and heat whirled in her body like a tornado, and still he kissed her. Her lips were throbbing as his tongue continued to sweep inside her mouth. Unable to keep her eyes open, Charly felt him guide her to the car he’d restored as a teenager. Without breaking their oral embrace, he opened the door and pushed her inside with her back pressing on the bench seat. As the weight of his muscled body crashed onto hers, Charly opened her eyes and found his wide open. She moaned into his mouth and closed her eyes once again. She felt tiny, feminine, and dominated.
When his lips left hers, she blinked. “H–Heath, this isn’t—”
“Don’t, Charly. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Hell, much more than that.” His voice was low and full of heat and lust.
“I am?”
“Fuck yes. I know you want me, too. Isn’t that right?”
Still woozy from the amazing kiss, she could only nod. There was no denying the cowboy what he wanted…which was what she needed, as well. But what about Drake?
He’d told her that he loved her, and she was feeling so much for him, too.
Charly couldn’t catch her breath. The burn of want caused her nipples to throb and her pussy to ache.
Her voice shook, “I–I’m not sure we should, Heath.”
But wasn’t this the way things worked in Wilde? People didn’t expect women to be exclusive to one man.
His calloused fingertips touched her cheek, and she trembled. “Oh, yes we should and will, sweetheart.”
Something about the determination in his voice and the possessiveness of his touch pushed her into a willing state of surrender. She knew this was foolish and likely a mistake, but she couldn’t find any willpower to stop. The slippery slide of Heath Strong was too much to resist.
Slowly, Heath began rubbing her nipples with his thumbs until they were taut. She sucked in a breath, and felt her eyes open wide. So many sensations, hot and tingling, whipped through her. When his mouth went to her neck, she felt her clit begin to throb. She was completely turned on and lost to this cowboy.
“You taste like honeydew, Charly. I bet your pussy tastes delicious, too.”
Charly’s body burned as he continued licking her neck and massaging her breasts. Little short gasps shot from her lips as she felt her juices slicken her folds.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders just to hold on. The man was pure muscle. His time in the saddle and in his garage was likely what kept him in shape. She couldn’t imagine him being a gym rat. She moved her hands to his
jawline. A little stubble tickled her fingertips.
His lower half pressed into hers, and she could feel his thick erection through both of their jeans.
“If I say ‘stop,’ Heath, will you?” she asked, though afraid of what he would answer.
He leaned up and with unblinking eyes studied her for a moment. “Yes.”
She sighed, finding it harder and harder to focus her muddled mind.
He threaded his fingers in her hair. “Do you want me to stop, Charly?” Then he kissed her before she could answer.
Her words and thoughts mingled together in her mind as Heath’s lips turned her on like no other kiss had ever done before. Lust rolled through her like a tidal wave, and more dampness oozed from her pussy. Her heart pounded hard and fast in her chest as his hands tugged on her hair.
When he stopped kissing her, she couldn’t speak. Dizzy and filled with desire, Charly wrapped her fingers around his neck.
“That’s my girl.” With an expertise of a man who knew his way around a bedroom, or a Chevy, Heath had her out of her clothes in a flash. Then he leaned up and inspected her.
Panic shot through her. What if he didn’t like what he saw? She quickly moved to cover her breasts with her arms, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
“No,” he commanded, tugging her arms apart.
Instantly, she responded and stopped trying to cover herself.
His unfaltering gaze had her trembling. “You are so unbelievably beautiful.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her heart beat madly. He meant it—every word. When he cupped both breasts with his large hands, the tingle in Charly’s belly grew and her nipples throbbed. He circled the taut bits of flesh, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. When he leaned down and sucked on her right breast, a lusty gasp released from her mouth.
Heath took his time on each nipple. He massaged, sucked, and pinched them over and over until they were totally sore and completely swollen, causing juices to seep from her pussy.
Her want was so intense, so demanding, she panted, “Please, I have to have you inside me, Heath.”
“You can do better than that, sweetheart. What part of me do you want?”
“God, your cock. I have to have it.”
“Where do you want it, honey?”
“M–My pussy. Please. I can’t stand much more.”
“You can. I’m not going to be rushed, Charly. You’re too sweet for that, and I’m enjoying seeing you in this state of lusty suffering. But I promise I will let you have my dick in that tight, pretty pussy of yours.”
Heath continued to torture her nipples with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Electricity zipped over her skin and through her body like lightning. He moved his hand down her side. “Now time to sample that sweet cunt of yours, honey.”
Her womb clenched with want.
Licking the entire way, he moved down her body until she could feel his hot, manly breath on her soaked pussy.
His fingers glided over her swollen flesh, and he stared at her mound like it was a masterpiece. “So gorgeous. You’re nice and wet for me, Charly. I like that.”
She chewed on her lip, thrilled at his lusty compliments. “I’m not really very experienced at this,” she confessed. In fact, I was a virgin until only a few days ago. A tinge of guilty panic zipped through her. “What about Drake?”
Heath’s eyebrows shot up, and his hands stopped moving over her skin. For a brief moment, she thought he might call a stop to this.
He smiled. “He’ll be fine. This is how we roll in Wilde. Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart.” Whatever he’d been considering, he had resolved it and would continue on this path. “I’ve got the wheel.”
“This is how we roll” clanged in her head. Charly wanted and needed to believe him that Drake would be fine.
Heath parted her slick folds with his calloused fingers and began rubbing her clit with the flat of this thumb. All resistance evaporated inside her, as he made her every nerve ending fire. She felt unhinged, out of control, and so desirous for more.
When his tongue flicked on her clit, she moaned. He guided her legs wider and licked her into an oblivious state of heat, moisture, and dizziness.
“Your cream is silky sweet and hot. I’ve wanted to taste your pussy’s desserts since I first met you, Charly Wynn. You haven’t disappointed.” He clipped her clit with his fleshy lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Her hands shot back to his hair.
He wanted me from the first day. The knowledge of that fact thrilled her. “I’m glad you want me, cowboy. I want you, too,” she confessed.
He immediately stopped licking her pussy. His head tilted up, and he looked at her from between her thighs.
“I–I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” A bundle of panic shot through her. “Like I told you, I’m new to this.”
“No. You didn’t say anything wrong.” His tone was soft but serious, easing her fears.
“Should we stop, Heath?” Her body shook. What was he thinking?
“Not a chance.” His eyes disappeared from her sight, and she felt his teeth capture her clit and press slightly.
Everything exploded inside her. Her body shook, and her pussy clenched as the orgasm rolled out from her depths. Heath lapped at her swollen flesh, and his fingers pierced her cunt. She heard him moan as his hands moved to her thighs. He spread them wider.
She grabbed his hair and tugged him in closer.
He moved his left hand back to her pussy. His mouth teased her and his fingers threaded through her swollen folds.
It was too much of a flood to hold back.
She screamed, “Yes! G–God, yes!”
Heath kept her climax hot and firing with his mouth on her pussy. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. As it began to subside a bit, she watched him strip out of his clothes. His thick cock was an erect nine inches, if not more. He put on a condom.
She trembled, thinking about how it would feel to take his cock into her pussy. She knew it would hurt at first, but then pleasure, insane pleasure, would follow.
“I’m going to use your sweet cream to help us out, honey.” Heath wiggled his fingers through her folds. Then he moved his fist to his condom-sheathed cock, lubricating it with her juices. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy grabbing my dick.”
His words fanned the flames of need inside her. Gazing into his eyes, she bit her lip, readying herself for his cock to pierce her flesh.
Heath’s stare seemed to go on and on, but he didn’t move to take her.
Though still reeling from her recent orgasm, Charly began to become self-conscious. “What?”
“God, you are beautiful.” Heath grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close, lips to lips. “Fuck, you’re going to ruin me, Charly.” His lips brushed against hers.
“I think it’s more likely the other way around, cowboy.”
He smiled and kissed her once again. She felt lost to so many amazing sensations. Unbelievably, her pussy became even more soaked.
Heath took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the seat of the car. His nostrils flared like a hungry lion, and his eyes were filled with hot lust.
“Time to feel your hot, tight cunt around my dick.”
Before she could speak, Heath got on top of her, pressing his dick against her puffy pussy’s lips. His cock felt massive, and she couldn’t help but gasp. Expertly, he began shoving his dick inch by inch into her channel. The initial pain was familiar but tolerable, though barely. One monstrous thrust after another left her panting and writhing under him. He moved to her ear and bit down. The man was pure animal. Her heartbeat raced, and she held her breath as the sting eased back. Sensations zoomed through her like hot summer winds. Her pussy clenched onto his flesh, and she heard him moan once again.
“Fuck. That’s it, honey. Take every inch of me inside that sweet cunt.” He tugged on her hair and breathed hot air into her ear.
Bit by
bit, the build of another orgasm approached, and still he plunged his cock into her. Again and again. The whole car shook as his thrusts came faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Every part of her was hot, wet, and shaking. His strokes hit that spot inside her that turned her inside out.
He picked up the pace of his stabs into her body. “Fuck. So good. So tight.”
Trembling and gasping, Charly felt the climax build from deep inside her, rolling out like a geyser through the rest of her body. A myriad of sensations exploded from her—blistering hot, deliciously decadent, and wonderfully wet. Sparks fired over her skin, and the walls of her pussy vibrated against his cock.
She felt Heath stiffen. Then he yelled, “Fuck! Yes! Charly!”
Then his cock jerked as he, too, came.
Chapter Five
Only a few hours down the road on the trip to Malibu, and still, Heath hadn’t come up with a plan to fix the mess he’d created at his garage. Charly had fallen asleep less than fifteen miles outside of Wilde.
The old guilt now mingled with new guilt. And yet, he loved having her head on his shoulder. The Chevy’s radio played a soft country love song, and the dashboard’s display illuminated Charly’s perfect form. He looked back to the dark highway, trying to keep his dick in check.
They’d stopped at the Nevada-California border for a bite to eat, and she’d immediately fallen asleep after they got back in the Chevy.
Charly yawned, and her long lashes fluttered open. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long, sweetheart.” Everything about her called to his instincts to possess and to protect. “The diner we ate at earlier is only seventy-five miles back.”
“Do you want me to drive? You’ve been behind the wheel the whole time.”
He shook his head. Sleep was the last thing he needed. Driving would allow him more time to try to figure a way out of mayhem. “I’m fine. You worry about your interview.”
“Thanks.” Charly grabbed the papers she’d been reading most of the way whenever she was awake since leaving the garage. “What time do you think we’ll get there?”
“According to the GPS, we should be there with a couple hours to spare.”
