by Elle Aycart
That did deserve a fuss.
“What the fuck are you doing? You high on pain meds or what?”
His face was frozen into a scowl, his knuckles white from holding the wheel. His nails were probably leaving indentations. “I’ll get you another one. Eventually.”
Well, at least the new one wouldn’t have a tracking app installed. She should take her wins where she could.
He suddenly left the highway, following an exit that wasn’t the one they should be taking. Then he did a sharp right turn onto a secondary road lined with trees that dead-ended in a clearing.
Now what? He sat there without saying a word. Then he got out of the car and started pacing up and down in front of the headlights. Yeah, pacing. Which, taking into consideration the walking boot, was a feat.
At every step, he grimaced. In spite of being pissed off, she felt a ping of regret, so she turned off the engine and walked to him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He stopped in front of her, ran his fingers through his hair, and linked them at his neck. Then he sighed and started pacing again.
“Adrian—”
“I don’t want you to go on any more dates.”
His teeth were clenched so tight, it took a second for Rachel to understand his words. She didn’t look at the ground, but she was sure there were pieces of enamel on it. “That wasn’t part of the deal, Boomer.”
“Fuck the deal. I don’t want any motherfuckers talking to you. Or touching you.”
She crossed her arms, taken aback. “Is this because of Josh?”
Mentioning Josh didn’t seem to improve his disposition. At all. If anything, it did the opposite. “What’s between you two?”
Rachel studied him, amused. “You’re jealous.”
“He’s all over you.”
She scoffed. “So are those groupies fluttering around you in Alden, and I never say anything.”
“I don’t touch them or humor them or laugh with them. Now answer my fucking question, Rachel,” he all but yelled, the vein in his temple about to burst.
She took a deep breath and prayed for calm. “We’re friends. Good friends. I rely on him a lot.”
“He wants to get in your pants,” he spat out.
“I doubt it very much, but I don’t know. Never asked.” Rachel leaned on the hood and lifted her chin. “Why? Should I?”
“Do not play with me,” Adrian said, his voice raw, turning to her and bracketing her with his arms.
He was so close, their noses were almost touching. She looked deep into his stormy eyes. Jeez, he was being so ridiculous. She started laughing, which he didn’t appreciate.
He stepped between her legs and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “Do you find this funny?”
“Honestly? Yes, it’s funny, and you’re fucking lucky I’m humoring you, because you can’t handle me angry.” The sting on her scalp was turning her on, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. “What is it that you want from me?”
“No more Josh. No more prospects.”
He was too close to her, and his erection pressed against her core. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “And what are you going to do if I don’t agree?”
He took her mouth savagely.
“I told you not to play with me,” he growled when they came up for air, before moving to rake his teeth over her throat.
Rachel started unbuckling him. “Or what, tough guy? Are you going to fuck me into submission? Good luck with that.”
She would have loved to continue goading him, but he ripped open the buttons on her dress and she heard herself purring. Caveman behavior always did it for her.
“I didn’t plan for our first time to be on the hood of a car in the middle of nowhere, Grease Barbie.”
“I’ve got nothing against it, Boomer.”
She leaned on the hood. If he’d been rough with her throat, it was nothing in comparison to his treatment of her breasts. While he suckled one nipple and then soothed it with his mouth, he squeezed the other breast, hard. He was lucky she liked it rough. So damn lucky.
“Oh… fuck,” Rachel let out in a gasp, arching her back, searching for more contact and tightening the hold her legs had on him.
Still sucking her nipples, Adrian reached for her panties and ripped them, leaving the strip of cloth hanging from her left thigh. Damn, if there had ever been a way to coax her all-too-willing body into turning him down, it had gone bye-bye with her undies, as her belly contracted in pleasure, and more liquid heat rushed into her core.
She wanted him. Badly.
“How wet are you?” he asked, nuzzling her abdomen with his stubbled chin.
“Wet enough to be fucked,” she replied.
She felt his chuckle against her skin. “Really?” And then he proceeded to shove two fingers inside her, his thumb expertly hitting her clit.
She groaned, throwing her head back, trying to accommodate his presence. Man, she was on a car hood, not too far away from the highway, her panties hanging off one of her military boots, her flowery dress ripped apart to either side of her. A furious male with a raging hard-on was on top of her. And she couldn’t wait to be taken.
Adrian kissed her, his tongue taking charge, his fingers pumping inside her. “You should come on my hand before getting my cock.” She was going to complain, but there was no need, because he added, “Too bad I can’t wait.” Thank God he had it as bad as she did, because she wasn’t above hitting him if he didn’t fuck her on the spot.
He unbuttoned his jeans, produced a condom from his pocket, ripped the package, and sheathed his impressive erection. He positioned his cock at her entrance and stared at her pussy. Then he looked up at her face, as if asking permission.
He looked so damn sexy. “Fuck me,” she ordered. “Now.”
Rachel didn’t have to say it twice. Holding her by the waist, he pushed his way in until he was buried deep inside her. She whimpered, holding on to him, relishing the feeling of being stretched to the limit, the hint of pain at his rough invasion accentuating her pleasure.
“Love how you feel inside me,” she whispered against his ear, squeezing her inner muscles as much as the huge cock impaling her allowed.
Cursing, he stood still for a second. Body tense and muscles of his neck bulging, he slid out slightly. “Too good, baby. Can’t go slow on you.” He put one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place and started ramming into her as his lips took her mouth savagely.
“Don’t want slow,” she managed to get out between kisses.
“Hottest pussy I’ve ever been in, babe. So fucking hot.”
With every plunge, she felt the crown of his cock pounding at her womb, brushing that place deep inside that was already glowing in expectation. His groin pressed against her clit, driving her insane, while his mouth and teeth wreaked havoc on her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. It was too much. Her orgasm was gathering at the base of her spine, growing bigger and bigger, ready to explode at any second.
“Coming,” she said in a needy whimper. She couldn’t have delayed it even if she’d wanted to. Her pussy was on fire—her tits too. Her whole body demanded release.
“I know, baby. Milk my cock. Come.” He increased the speed of his onslaught, fucking her hard and deep, and she came screaming, her body splintering into a thousand pieces as he thrust even deeper inside and, with a roar, emptied himself into her.
Adrian kept his eyes religiously glued to the road as he drove, afraid if he threw a glance her way, he was going to lose his marbles and fuck her again. With any luck, inside the car this time. Jeez, Rachel was going to be the death of him. He hadn’t intended to take her, but she’d reached for him, giving him attitude, and he hadn’t been able to stop himself. She’d been so damn sexy, screaming and coming beneath him, clawing his back…
She was gorgeous now too, purring and glowing in his front seat, her mangled dress gaping open, offering
him a long, shadowy glimpse of her sweet, bare body with every bump.
They made it to Wilma’s and he accompanied Rachel to the porch, walking behind her. Trying not to think of her naked under the flimsy dress that she was holding closed with a fist.
Once on the porch, she turned around, still in silence, although her wicked gaze spoke volumes. She had him in the palm of her hand and she knew it, damn it.
He reached for her and kissed her while she cupped his face and gave herself over to the kiss. The second she let the dress go, it parted, showing her breasts and her bare pussy, which, mere minutes ago, he’d been pounding into like a madman. Just the recollection made his cock stir. Fucking her had felt even better than he’d imagined. And he’d imagined plenty.
Adrian scanned their surroundings; thank fucking God they were alone and it was dark. Even in the dark, though, he could see her pussy glistening, and her breasts red and swollen from his rough treatment.
“If you hadn’t destroyed my cell, I could have checked if Wilma was home,” she said.
True. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, caressing her breasts softly.
She gasped at the contact but shook her head. “It was hot.”
Without breaking eye contact, he thumbed her nipples. “Can you still feel my cock deep inside of you?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“Good. Don’t forget it. We haven’t finished talking.”
She took his hand and brought it down between her legs. Fuck, he’d been right. She was drenched, her folds puffy. She moaned at the contact, sensitive. “If I understood you correctly, you wanted exclusivity where fucking is concerned.”
He slid his fingers in, slowly this time, savoring her whimper and how her pussy yielded to him. Adrian wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he damn well knew what he didn’t. “I don’t want to share you with anyone. In bed or out of it,” he whispered, nuzzling her face. “Open your legs a bit more, baby.”
She obeyed, groaning, as both his fingers disappeared inside her. She was ready for him, wet, swollen, and hot. His fingers emerged glistening, and after rubbing her clit, he slid them in again, while she shuddered and grabbed his shoulders for balance.
Rachel was panting now, her pelvis rocking against his hand. “What you’re describing is dangerously close to dating. You’ll scare me away.”
“Dating with little to no prospect of a future,” he clarified, nuzzling her face.
She didn’t get offended, just laughed softly. “It would have to be kept secret, though. For our sakes.”
Yes, keeping it secret would be the best. If the OGs found out, they’d be screwed, and not in the good way. “Secret it is.”
He kissed her because he needed to, while his other hand cupped her ass. By now, the dress had slid down to her elbows. Never in all his life had he seen anything sexier.
“About Josh,” she started.
He growled in warning, tightening his grip.
She ignored him. “We frequent the same places in Boston, and we have common acquaintances. I can’t and won’t cut him out of my life.”
“I don’t want you talking about other men, especially when you’re—”
“Turned on? Dying to be fucked?” She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers until her thighs shook in pleasure. “You did this. I let you fuck me, not him. Don’t forget it, or you’ll lose the privilege. I’ll humor all your macho bullshit, but only during sex. Do you understand?”
He took her mouth and sank his fingers deeper inside her pussy, relishing her ragged whimper. “So, my macho bullshit does it for you.”
Rachel let out an amused snort. “Can’t you tell, Boomer? I’m already naked and wet. I want you again.”
He’d give anything to oblige her. Too bad he couldn’t. “No more condoms, Grease Barbie.”
“I have one,” she said, gesturing to her purse on the porch floor.
Adrian froze. “You went on a date with a condom?”
His expression must have been full of outrage, because she giggled. “I was going to come to you after ditching the prospect. You just jumped the gun. Now,” she continued, “how’s your foot? Will it survive if you fuck me against the wall?”
He wasn’t sure. They might have to amputate it afterward, but it would be worth the loss.
He was reaching for the purse when, suddenly, the porch lights switched on. Rachel pulled the dress up over her shoulders but otherwise didn’t move, her face on his chest.
“Is that you, Rachel?” Wilma called from inside.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered to Adrian. “By her tone of voice, she was sleeping. It takes about thirty minutes after she wakes up before her optic nerve can focus enough to see more than shadows.” Then she looked at the door and called, “Yes, Grandma! Coming in.”
She kissed him and, pulling the sides of her dress together, walked in, leaving him with a motherfucking hard-on.
Chapter Nine
“Are you sure you can manage alone?” Rachel asked, unloading the OGs’ luggage in front of the domestic departures terminal at Logan.
“Nathan Bowen will be waiting for us at the airport in Florida,” Wilma replied. “All will be fine.”
“Maybe I should get a ticket and fly down there with you.” The OGs had never flown before, at least not since planes had stopped using propellers and seatbelts had become mandatory. She shuddered to think of the mayhem they could get into forty thousand feet in the air.
“Dear,” Rebecca said, patting her on the hand, “don’t worry. Your garage is full to the brim. We’ll manage without you for three days.”
They were right; she was swamped with work. Still. “Call me every day,” she instructed as they entered the terminal. “I’ve got a new cell.”
“What happened to the old one?” Wilma inquired. “You never told me.”
“I dropped it accidentally, but it was still under warranty, so I got an upgrade for free.” Well, thanks to the sheriff, but Rachel kept that to herself. “If you need me, I’ll fly there in a flash.”
Greta turned to Wilma. “Jeez, you got lucky in the family department.”
“You have Connor,” Wilma told her friend. “Never seen a sweeter kid than that.”
“True,” Greta murmured. “He needs to come back from deployment soon, before my son commits me.”
Rebecca and Wilma both snorted. “Let Grady try. The spanking he deserved and never got while he was growing up is going to be nothing compared to what we’ll do to him,” Wilma assured her friend.
Rachel believed them. Grady did too, which was probably why he hadn’t done anything yet. That reminded her. “Please behave down there. We don’t know who’s in charge of security at Eternal Sun.” He might be a tight-ass and hand them over to the authorities.
“Relax. All we have to do is look disoriented. One of the advantages of old age.”
Greta concurred. “Yes, with old age you acquire new skills. Like the ability to sneeze, pee, and break a rib all at the same time.”
Rachel held back her laughter. These were serious matters. “They have the death penalty in Florida.”
“What do you think we’re going to do? Start disconnecting grannies from their ventilators?” Wilma asked. “Don’t worry. Not on our LOLO list.”
Rachel had asked for a copy of that damn list several times, but they’d always pleaded the Fifth. She was going to use this weekend to search the whole house. Even dead men walking had the right to know what was ahead. “Fine,” she said, resigned. “Let’s find your check-in counter.”
There was no need. A loud honk made the masses part, and a cart parked in front of them. It was driven by Elle, flight dispatcher and James Bowen’s crazy sister-in-law, whom Rachel had contacted to see if she could assist the OGs once they passed the security check.
Elle, obviously, had made other plans.
“Ladies, your carriage awaits,” she said, jumping out and kissing them. “Such a pity you didn’t tell me about this
trip earlier. I’m flying to Eternal Sun myself in two weeks. I could have changed some shifts and gone with you now.”
Rachel loved Elle and her devil-may-care attitude, but she was as nuts as the OGs. The four of them alone and unsupervised in a Florida resort wasn’t the greatest of ideas. On a positive note, at least there would have been one of them who could see well enough to drive safely.
“You have all your medicines?” Rachel asked.
The OGs nodded. “Wait, I’m not sure I bought something in case we feel airsick,” Rebecca said.
Rachel turned to Elle. “Should I go fast to get them something?”
Elle shook her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll give them some of my happy pills. They make flying a pure joy.”
Oh, boy. By now the grannies and the luggage were on the cart, and it was too late.
“Let’s go,” Elle said, and after waving Rachel goodbye, she sped away, blowing the horn.
Correction. All four were dangerous behind the wheel.
Adrian stopped by the tatami, where his thugs and Sara were training in pairs under Mike’s watchful eye.
“It seems to be going well,” he said to Mike, surprised. Adrian hadn’t had much hope when he brought XL, Ash, and Monti to the gym. “I thought they were going to last a day or two.”
“Me too, but I got XL’s pride involved and the other two followed.”
“You beat him?” Adrian hadn’t noticed the kiddo’s face looking any worse than it had a couple of days ago.
“No. Sara did. She came to the gym and began training him herself. Now he can’t quit before he’s good enough to stand up to her and not lose pathetically.”
That was going to take ages. Sara had grown up in that gym, surrounded by her dad, Dan, and Mike, who taught all sorts of martial arts. She wasn’t allowed to lead the kickboxing class anymore because it depressed the guys how easily she beat them.
“What are you doing here?” Mike asked, his gaze still on what was happening on the tatami. “Is your foot already good enough to go back to training?”
