Grease Babe (The OGs Book 2)

by Elle Aycart

  Trying to keep calm, Adrian decided to play along. “Let us out this instant. Rachel looks faint.”

  “Don’t worry, girls,” Wilma whispered. “He’s bluffing. Rachel isn’t claustrophobic.”

  “Neither is the sheriff. Holly confirmed it.”

  That voice? That was Sara. Jesus fucking Christ. How many people were in on this? He was going to need to commandeer the high school gym if he wanted to arrest everyone involved.

  “Let’s go for some waffles?” Greta suggested.

  The last thing they heard was the OGs discussing whether to go for ice cream or waffles before XL or Sara, probably, had the presence of mind to turn off the intercom.

  “Call for help,” Rachel said, pointing at his cell.

  “No bars.” He banged on the door, hoping someone would hear them, but without results. It was late in the evening, there was no one left in the building, and he had no tools with which to force open the doors. “Fuck my life,” he muttered under his breath, pulling at the neck of his shirt and blowing cooler air at his chest. It was getting damn hot.

  Rachel slid down to sit on the floor. “They’ll be back in an hour.”

  “Ha! If they don’t forget about us. I’m so going to arrest them for this. If you hadn’t brought in a lawyer last time to save their asses, maybe they would have learned a lesson and this could have been avoided.”

  “They were innocent,” she insisted, fanning herself with both hands, and then lowered her voice. “Maybe they’re innocent now too. We don’t have all the facts.”

  “Sure. XL hasn’t been eighteen for a week, and they’ve already made him an accomplice to a kidnapping.”

  “XL? I didn’t hear his voice,” she lied shamelessly. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t hear anybody’s voices. I’ll plead heat stroke.”

  Jeez. Even locked in an elevator and pissed at the grandmas, she was defending them. “I give up. You are impossible.” They should go back to not talking, as they’d done these last few days.

  He sat in his corner, fuming.

  The longer they waited, the hotter it got. Rachel took her coveralls off and stripped down to a black T-shirt and shorts. He tried not to look at her but failed miserably.

  He should shuck his jeans, but his cock hadn’t gotten the memo that he was angry at Rachel and was already happily throbbing against his zipper. By now, his sight had adjusted to the dimness, and he could see her perfectly—which meant she could see him too. Flashing her his tented boxers would be the last nail in the coffin of his self-esteem… what was left of it, anyway.

  He braved another peek at her. She was so beautiful. And she was probably thirsty. Fuck it. He rummaged in his duffel bag and offered her a bottle of water.

  “Thanks.” She caught him looking at his watch. “You late for something? Is Jade waiting for you somewhere?”

  “As if you have any right to say squat. Josh—”

  “Josh is my damn sponsor!” she yelled. “Happy now?”

  What? Sponsor? What sponsor?

  Then it dawned on him.

  Rachel sighed out loud. “We met at an NA meeting in Boston a year ago, after he came to town to visit Kyra. Whenever he’s back, we go to meetings together. Otherwise, we keep in touch by phone. In spite of his hectic life, he’s been in recovery for many years. I’m very lucky to have him. Do you have anything against that?”

  “I see,” he mumbled, at a loss for words. “I thought…”

  “Yeah, I know. You thought I was banging him. Well, guess again. Oh, and so you know, I’m a drug counselor.”

  Rachel watched as Adrian frowned, seeming confused. “What?”

  Maybe she shouldn’t have blurted it out like that, but since she’d gathered speed, she might as well get everything out. Josh had given her permission long ago to tell Adrian about him, but she’d hoped to avoid it. She hadn’t counted on the sheriff being so pigheaded. “I’m a substance abuse counselor. I just got my degree. That’s what I’ve been studying for. All my escapades to Boston had to do either with NA meetings or my internship at a rehab facility, working as a counselor several hours a week. I had an intervention too.”

  Apparently, she’d stunned Adrian into silence, because his mouth was open but nothing came out. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked finally, his tone accusing. “Why would you hide something like that?”

  “Why? Because telling you meant explaining to you that I’m an ex-junkie.” She tried to smile, but it probably came out as a grimace. “I was afraid. Terrified, actually. You weren’t the most understanding guy while talking about your brother.” And aside from the OGs, Josh, and those closest to her, no one in Alden had known about her troubled past.

  He let out a curse and ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t realize I’d come on so strong. The last thing I wanted was to make you scared of me.”

  “Well, you did. Besides, I wanted to actually graduate before letting anyone know.”

  “I see.” There was a long pause before he asked, in a contrite voice, “Did you graduate?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Good,” he mumbled, never lifting his gaze from the floor.

  They were quiet for a while again.

  “I don’t deal in stolen parts, I swear,” she said, her voice low. “There’s nothing illegal going on at the garage. Or anywhere around me.” Those times were long gone.

  “I know you don’t. I’m sorry.” He slid closer to her. “I was angry and felt blindsided and betrayed. I said a bunch of things I didn’t feel.”

  “You said a junkie is always a junkie and a liar.” Her voice almost broke. Damn, there went her dignity. She cleared her throat. “I understand you were hurt by what happened with your brother and your walls went up. Junkies aren’t to be trusted, true, but junkies in recovery deserve the benefit of the doubt. I deserve the benefit of the doubt.”

  His face scrunched as if she’d sucker-punched him. “Of course you do. I’m so sorry. I already got an earful about it from XL. He was right. I was being a hypocritical imbecile. I thought you’d lied to me. Lies are a trigger for me.”

  “I’m the one who’s sorry,” she whispered. “I should have told you about my past much earlier. You shouldn’t have found out the way you did. I know anything I say now will sound like an excuse, but we were doing so great together, I didn’t want to rock the boat. I convinced myself it was okay to tell you after I graduated. It kills me to admit it, but I do understand why you think I lied to you and why you don’t want to have anything to do with me.”

  “Fuck, Rachel. Do you really think I don’t want anything to do with you?” he asked, sounding incredulous. “You’re on my mind twenty-four hours a day. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve been feeling like an ass nonstop. When I heard about the drugs and you wouldn’t tell me what you were doing in Boston, what I went through with Ricky came crashing down on me. I lost perspective. Instead of allowing you to explain, I lashed out at you and shut myself down. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “I’ve been clean for ten years, Adrian. I didn’t lie to you about that. I would never lie about something this serious.”

  “I know.” He came even closer, so close their noses were almost touching. Slowly, as if afraid she would bolt, he reached for her. “Forgive my lack of trust. I promise I won’t allow my hang-ups to make me lose sight of what’s important ever again.”

  “What’s important?” she asked, afraid to hope.

  “You,” he whispered, covering her hand with his.

  She lowered her eyes. “Jade…”

  He tipped her head up. “Jade is nothing to me, baby. She came unannounced to my place and I sent her away. She must have seen Josh or Alexa coming into the house and decided to crash the party. Afterward, she followed me home, but I called a cab and sent her on her way. Please believe me. Jade is in the past.”

  “Maybe we should agree to let go of the past,” she suggested. “The recent past and the act
ual past?”

  He nodded. “Most definitely. Can I kiss you? I’m dying to kiss you.”

  Rachel had thought she needed a public formal apology and a week of groveling before she would forgive him, but the truth of the matter was that she’d forgiven him long ago. She’d just been pigheaded and refused to give in first. It looked like they were similar in that respect.

  She encircled his neck and kissed him. God, she’d missed him so much.

  They kissed for a very long time, slowly savoring each other, until the intensity grew and hands began roaming. Suddenly he grimaced, and she stopped. “Sorry. It’s too hot to be this close, right?”

  “It’s not that, babe.” He tried to rearrange his cock. “My dick is running out of space.”

  “That’s an easy fix,” she said, reaching for him.

  He scrambled to stand up. “If you put your hands on me, I’m going to lose it. I can’t promise I won’t fuck you on the spot.”

  She stood up too. “Really?” Without breaking eye contact, she got rid of her shirt and shimmied out of her shorts and panties, until she stood completely naked in front of him. “What about now?”

  “You’re killing me here,” he growled, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

  She unbuckled him. “The sheriff can’t be caught half naked in an elevator screwing someone?”

  She’d taken a glance at his watch. If the OGs were on time—which was a big if—they still had a good fifteen minutes.

  “Ha! At this stage, I don’t care about that, but you deserve more than a quick fuck against the wall.”

  “Yes. You’re right,” she said, watching as his face fell. “I deserve a long and hard fuck against the wall, not a quick one.”

  “Fuck my life,” he muttered, lifting her in his arms and kissing her. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”

  “Condom?” she whispered. “Or do you want a rerun of the fuck-blowjob combo?”

  Rachel felt his cock jerk against her inner thigh. “Shit, grease babe, if you continue talking like that, I’m going to spill before I get inside you. There should be a condom in here, I think.” He reached for his jeans and dug in the back pocket, producing his wallet.

  She took it and opened it. Jackpot. Smirking, she showed the foil package to him.

  Adrian put her down and pulled off his shirt. “You’re lucky. After the way you talked to me, I was going to fuck you latex or not.” Instead of taking the condom from her, he went on his knees. Placing one of her thighs over his shoulders, he put his face on her pussy and began licking her.

  Shit. Opening the condom wrapper while he was eating her out and she was teetering on one leg wasn’t going to be an easy task.

  “I missed your taste so badly,” he said, and then moved to suck her clit.

  Oh God. Too good. She started bucking against him. She was never going to get that damn condom open. He probably noticed because, chuckling, he stood up and took over. Which was the right call. The way her whole body was shivering; she was about to drop the latex on the floor. Once he was sheathed, he lifted her in his arms and backed her against the wall.

  They didn’t say anything; they just looked at each other while he buried himself inside her in one continuous long stroke. Her inner muscles flexed, trying to accommodate his huge presence. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, gasping against his mouth. He smelled like her, and she loved it. Loved him.

  “Sorry,” he grunted. He began gaining speed, nailing her against the wall, but she just urged him on. The whole frigging elevator could go down and she wouldn’t mind.

  “I’m coming,” she said between moans. “Fuck me. Hard. Please.”

  His cock swell inside her even more, stretching her further as he obliged her. She could feel the orgasm building up deep inside her, fast spiraling out of control.

  “Hello, this is Wilma,” came suddenly from the intercom. “How’s it going?”

  Adrian froze mid-stroke.

  “There’s no yelling,” Rebecca mused. “They should still be alive, shouldn’t they?”

  Rachel was shaking now. She needed him so much. She couldn’t hold on anymore. She grabbed his ass and forced him balls-deep inside her, which sent her over, her body convulsing at the intense pleasure. As she shouted her release, his hand covered her mouth.

  When she came back, she noticed his teeth were clenched. He was sweating and shaking from riding her orgasm, she guessed.

  “We’re here,” he answered in a strangled voice.

  “Finally. You sound weird,” Wilma said.

  “Lost my voice… yelling for help.”

  Good save.

  “Someone came?” Wilma inquired, sounding worried.

  “Someone did,” he grumbled.

  Stifling her giggles, Rachel tried moving, but he stopped her and threw her a forbidding glance. He was teetering on the brink, by the looks of it. The only thing she had to do was squeeze his cock or rub against him, and he would lose it.

  “The maintenance guy is here,” Rebecca informed them. “Rachel, are you alive?”

  “A bit shaken,” she answered truthfully.

  Adrian looked like he was in pain. He had to come too. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and clasped his cock with her inner muscles, squeezing as hard as she could. “Let go,” she whispered as she covered his mouth with both hands. “I got you. Come for me.”

  She saw in his eyes the second he surrendered. He grabbed her ass and thrust inside her hard—once, twice, three times—and, with a low groan, came.

  While he was in the throes of his orgasm, the lights suddenly turned on and the elevator cab moved. Panicking, Rachel reached for the control panel and pressed the stop button with one hand while the other still covered Adrian’s mouth. Talk about postcoital acrobatics.

  “Give us two minutes,” Rachel aided into the intercom. “The sheriff and I still need to hammer out a couple of issues.”

  Like getting dressed, disposing of the condom, dispersing the smell of sex, regaining their breaths, and exiting the elevator like two mature adults who hadn’t been screwing their brains out a moment ago.

  The happy-hour cell was looking more and more probable by the second.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Adrian leaned on his car and waited for Rachel. He glanced at his watch. He’d thought there was going to be more traffic in Boston in the evening, but he’d made it to the Church of Saint Raphael in record time. After a while, people started coming out of the basement door. Josh was one of the first to appear. The asshole spotted Adrian right away and approached him with a sly smirk on his face and two helmets in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here to pick up your sponsee. From now on, I’ll be the one driving her around. You don’t have to,” Adrian replied, tipping his head to the helmets.

  Josh chuckled and gave him a pat on the back. “Thank God you came back to your fucking senses. About time, man. I gather all your misunderstandings about Rachel and me are cleared up now and I’m off your hit list?”

  Hilarious, the ass. “As long as you refrain from giving her neck massages and such, we’re good.”

  “Just remember we talk on the phone often. Don’t go freaking out on her or she’ll dump you. She’s one of a kind, Sheriff. Many will be waiting to take your place.”

  “Thanks for the warning, but that won’t happen.” Adrian had learned his lesson.

  “Good.” With a salute, Josh walked to his bike and sped away, mere seconds before Rachel came out.

  When she saw Adrian, she broke into a run, threw herself into his arms, and kissed him. “You came to pick me up from my meeting?”

  “Of course I came.”

  “I should tell Josh I’m leaving,” she said, looking around.

  “No need. I already informed him that I’ll be your chauffeur from now on. He just left.”

  Rachel laughed. “You shouldn’t be jealous. He’s just my buddy.”

  “Well, your buddy is to
o damn handsome,” he said in a grunt, hugging her hard, breathing her in.

  She spoke into his neck. “Really? I wouldn’t know. When you’re around, I can’t see anyone else.”

  “Thank fucking God you’re blind as a bat,” he muttered, making her laugh again. “Ready to go?”

  She nodded, and they got in the car. “How was your meeting?” he asked as he turned the engine on and they slipped into traffic.

  “Fine. There are some new faces.” Then she went pensive. “Some old faces are missing. Not sure what’s happened to them. Nothing good, probably,” she mumbled, that last sentence almost inaudible.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s never a good idea to lower one’s defenses.” She looked at him and smiled a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s the reason why I got my diploma, you know? When you’ve been clean for many years, you tend to forget how horrible your life was when you were using. That’s a frigging slippery slope. A very unhealthy place to be. Being in contact with addicts who have just hit rock bottom helps me keep all that pain and misery fresh in my mind.”

  “Ricky never got there,” he confessed. “He was never clean for a significant amount of time. I tried all I could think of. Tough love, soft love, no love. Nothing helped.” Whatever Adrian had or hadn’t done, it always left him conflicted and feeling like shit.

  She covered his hand with hers. “It never depended on you. It was up to Ricky.”

  Still. He wasn’t sure that he’d done enough. Maybe that was what angered him the most—the what-ifs. “You said the other day you had an intervention. Tell me about it.”

  She smiled. “Can’t tell you specifics, but I was so nervous. I brought Josh along because he’s famous and I was hoping the kid would be starstruck and stay put. He didn’t. When he realized what was going on, he took off.”

  Adrian glanced at her, amused. “You mean he ran away, like on those intervention shows?”

  “Pretty much. Next intervention, I’m wearing sneakers, just in case.”

  “Did you get the kid into rehab?”