Grease Babe (The OGs Book 2)

by Elle Aycart

She nodded, looking proud. “I did. I hope he makes it. Statistics are against him: very few succeed on their first try.”

  “You?”

  “On my third,” she admitted. “It was after my second OD.”

  “Ricky overdosed too. Several times. One time I arrived at the ER, and he was escaping on his hospital gurney. He wanted to keep the IV in so he could use it for his next fix.” Adrian still had nightmares about that.

  Rachel grimaced. “Drug addicts do the craziest things. When they hear about an overdose, many ask for the location so that they can go there to get the strong shit. They don’t care it might kill them. All that matters is getting a more intense high.” She turned to him. Whatever she saw in his face must have been bad, because she faltered. “Do you want to change the subject? I feel like I’m shooting myself in the foot. I’ll shut up.”

  He took her hand and kissed it, trying to reassure her. Hating the hint of nervousness in her voice. “No, of course not. I actually like hearing you talk about it. It’s good for me.” He used to detest any mention of addicts, despising them and stubbornly blaming his brother and refusing to understand. It was about time to try a different approach, preferably one that didn’t leave him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought of Ricky. “You were right. I need to learn to be less judgmental. I don’t want you to be scared of talking to me ever again. Besides, being a drug counselor is a part of who you are. During the day you fix cars, and in the evening you fix people.”

  She shook her head, smiling. “Not exactly like that, but I appreciate the sentiment. So, where are we going, Boomer?”

  “What do you think about a quiet night in?” Adrian suggested. “We’ve got my place all to ourselves.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. XL told me he’s going out and will spend the night at Sara’s.”

  They remained silent the rest of the way, their fingers interlaced. Every now and then, he stole a glance at Rachel, his heart bursting at the sight. She was with him, sitting in his car, and she wasn’t mad or yelling at him. Relief flooded him–and fear too, terrified as he was of fucking it up again.

  When they made it home, they noticed the table was set, candles included, and a bottle of champagne was on ice.

  She beamed. “You prepared this?”

  He winced. “I’d love to say I did, but I didn’t.” Why the fuck hadn’t he thought about that?

  They walked to the table. There was a note. Rachel read it and laughed. “It’s from the OGs. It’s their way of apologizing for the elevator kidnapping. Roast is in the oven; we just need to heat it. Oh, and XL has taken my place in the bowling competition so that we can spend a quiet evening together.”

  That was good. Just the thought of getting close to any OG holding a bowling ball now gave Adrian nightmares.

  Suddenly, Rachel turned fucking red. She covered her face, her shoulders shaking.

  “What? What’s wrong?” He slipped his arms around her. Was she upset she’d been replaced on the bowling team? Or that he hadn’t thought of making this romantic gesture?

  She looked up, laughing. Thank God. “Do you understand they’re all going out of their way so that we can sleep together? Frigging embarrassing.”

  True. “Do you realize we haven’t ever made love in a bed?”

  That made her laugh louder, leaning her forehead on his chest.

  “On a car in the middle of the forest. On a couch, several times. My kitchen, Max and Annie’s bathroom, a public stall in the community center, the storage room in your garage, the elevator. Most of that while injured. You know what we’re missing? We should sneak into the B&B and do it in the swimming pool.”

  It was a miracle they hadn’t gotten caught yet. The elevator had been a fucking close call, although to be honest, he wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass about getting arrested. He would have given anything for a chance to be inside her again.

  “Risky locations seem to be our speed. Which I really don’t get. Before you, I was more a lights off, under the sheets, missionary style kind of girl.”

  Really? Adrian would have never guessed. “I don’t care much about lights off or under the sheets, but I love missionary style.” He lifted her in his arms and headed for his bedroom. Then he stopped. “You hungry?”

  “Not particularly, no.”

  “Good.” He resumed walking. “I want to make love to you without hiding or having to be quiet. I want to take my time kissing and licking and inspecting every inch of your body, and then watch you sleep in my arms afterward, exhausted and satisfied. In the morning, I’ll start all over again and wake you up with my dick buried deep inside you.”

  “Sounds like a plan, Boomer,” she whispered.

  Once in his bedroom, they began undressing each other. Adrian stopped her, grabbing her hands. “We need to talk about something before we…”

  She studied him, looking somewhat amused. “Are you getting shy on me now?”

  “I don’t want us to use condoms anymore,” he stated, feeling bashful for the first time in his life.

  She stilled. “What is it that you want, Adrian?”

  He cupped her face and whispered against her sweet lips, “I love you, babe. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

  It was a good thing the lights were off, because if the heat radiating from his face was anything to go by, he was blushing like a motherfucker.

  “For as long as I’ll have you?” she asked. “What if I decide to keep you forever, Boomer? What then?”

  “Fine by me. Nothing could make me happier, grease babe.”

  Rachel stared at him for a long while.

  “Please say something,” he begged.

  “Before we had the fight at the garage, I went to the gynecologist, and I got an IUD.”

  It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to hear from her. Well, it was, but he wanted to hear something else too.

  “After you regressed to being an asshole, I was going to get it taken out, but Alden’s gynecologist is very chatty with everyone. Confidentiality isn’t a top priority, and I didn’t feel like giving any explanations. Long story short, you can come inside me.”

  He wanted to do much more than come inside her—although he wanted that in spades, so when she resumed undressing him, all his blood traveled south and he couldn’t find any words. He kissed her, walking them toward the bed, until the backs of her legs touched the mattress. After pulling her shirt off, he lowered her onto the sheets and got rid of her jeans and panties.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, lying on top of her.

  For the first time since they started their relationship, Adrian could take his time with Rachel. His cock was yelling at him to hurry up, but he reined it in. He kissed and caressed her, starting at her face and moving down until she was writhing in anticipation. Then he went to his knees on the floor and parted her legs.

  “Adrian…” she pleaded, trying to get him back on top of her.

  “You come in my mouth, then I’ll give you my cock. Not before. Do you understand me? And I want to hear you scream.” His dick jerked, dying to get into the action. No, not yet.

  He ate her out thoroughly and methodically. Licking her bare folds and sucking at her clit until she was on the verge of exploding, then easing his ministrations, only to start them again when the imperious need to come had passed. He did that twice, until she was panting, desperate.

  “Please. Let me come,” she begged. “I need to come.”

  She was drenched and her pussy was puffed up, ready to go. He slipped two fingers into her and hooking them to reach her G-spot, he lapped at her clit.

  “If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she gasped, holding his head in place, her body trembling.

  He chuckled at her tone. No, he wasn’t stopping now. The vibration against her clit brought her even higher. Arching her back, she tensed, her pussy clamping around his fingers, and she came long and hard, screaming so loud, it was a
miracle his neighbors didn’t come calling.

  When the contractions had weakened to mere tremors, Adrian couldn’t hold off anymore. “Baby, I need to get inside you.”

  He shifted her higher on the bed and went on his knees between her legs. Lifting them, he poised his bare cock at her entrance. “Are you sure? Once I get inside you, I won’t pull out until I fill you with my cum.”

  “Please,” she urged him, the lids of her eyes at half-mast. So fucking sexy.

  He slid inside her slowly, feeling inch by inch how she parted for him until he was fully encased in her plush heat. “Fuck. You feel too good. I won’t last, babe.” Just the thought that he was fucking her bareback had him in a precarious state.

  He moved out slowly, holding on to his last strand of control, and watched as his cock reemerged shiny and slick. Her folds stretched around him, refusing to let him go. “Look at us.” He grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass so she could see better. “You’re made for me.”

  Having her watch as his dick slid in and out of her was testing his resolve to take his time. Little by little, the speed of his thrusts increased, especially as she began to rake her nails along his shaft every time he pulled out.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as she licked her fingers. “You aren’t helping.”

  “Should I be helping?” she asked, pinching her own nipples, as her pussy contracted.

  That did it. Hooking one of his arms around her knee, he lay on top of her and kissed her, taking her pussy and her mouth at the same time. His thrusts turned faster and harder, until she was panting and begging.

  “I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to push his need down without succeeding. His hips had a mind of their own. His cock too. Neither was stopping. “Babe, my control is shot. I’m coming.” He needed to bury himself balls-deep in her, deeper than anyone had ever been, and mark her so she could never again delete his touch from her body.

  “Give it to me,” she whispered. “Come for me.”

  He drove in as hard as he could, slamming his groin against her clit, and she started coming, her pussy squeezing him like a vise, demanding his surrender. He could do nothing but comply. The wave gathering in his balls overtook him and furious jets of cum burst from him with such strength, it felt like his head had exploded. Both heads. He came and came until he was totally spent and his arms couldn’t hold him up any longer.

  When he regained his bearings, he was sprawled on top of her, and she was caressing his hair and his back. Worried he was crushing her, he rolled them to their sides. He wasn’t ready to lose her embrace yet.

  She kissed him repeatedly, barely-there kisses on his lips. “Let me go clean up.”

  “There’s something I want to hear from you,” Adrian said, not letting her go.

  “Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Your cock is sooooo big. Huge, really. Never had anything bigger.”

  He must have looked horrified, because she broke into giggles. Adrian rolled on top of her, immobilizing her. “I’m serious. Don’t jerk me around.”

  When her giggles died down, she cupped his face and kissed him, deeply this time. “I love you, Adrian. Of course I love you.”

  He hugged her hard, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. Thank fucking God.

  “We never should have challenged them,” Wilma said to Rebecca and Greta as they walked out of the bowling alley, followed by Adrian’s charming thugs. XL, Ash, and Monti were high-fiving each other, congratulating themselves on a crushing victory.

  Yeah, the OGs should have stopped while they were ahead. XL had taken Rachel’s place in their weekly bowling game, and they had won. Then Ash and Monti had come to pick him up, and Wilma and her friends had had the brilliant idea to challenge them. Senior-junior match, Greta had said. The kids had an hour before they were supposed to meet Sara and her friends, so they agreed.

  “We can have the rematch whenever you want, ladies,” XL suggested. “Senior-junior grudge match.”

  Luckily, they didn’t bet money. They would have had to resort to cheating, and that was rather tricky, taking into consideration that those three kiddos saw more from one eye than the OGs’ three pairs put together.

  “I liked him more when he played with us,” Greta grumbled.

  They had nearly reached Ash’s and Wilma’s cars when suddenly a group of people blocked their way. They were carrying baseball bats and chains and looked rather menacing.

  XL, Ash, and Monti stood in front of the OGs.

  “Tito sends his regards,” one of them said.

  “Tito, Tito… do we know a Tito?” Greta asked in a whisper. “Did we cheat him at bingo?”

  Wilma was pretty sure they hadn’t, but before she could say anything, XL spoke. “Your beef is with us. Let the old ladies go.”

  The one who had spoken shrugged. It looked like they didn’t care much one way or the other.

  “Go,” XL ordered the OGs. “Get in your car and go.” Then he addressed the group in front of them. “We’re not going back. Our debt is settled. We won’t work for Tito anymore.”

  “We don’t want you back, but no one walks away without paying the price.”

  “If it’s a question of money,” Rebecca said, opening her bag. “We can—”

  “Go,” XL insisted as the other men advanced, bats at the ready.

  Yeah, it didn’t look like money was going to cut it.

  “Cover me,” Wilma whispered, taking a step backward and pulling her phone from her purse.

  Greta and Rebecca obeyed. “What are you doing?” Rebecca whispered back.

  “Calling the cavalry.”

  Rachel and Adrian were in the bathroom when they heard the beep of her cell. They ignored it, but then came another and another and another.

  The peace and solitude had been great for as long as it had lasted.

  “Check it,” Adrian said, amused more than anything else. “Maybe they injured XL with the bowling ball.”

  Chuckling, Rachel reached for her cell. “Holy shit. Get dressed,” she ordered, grabbing her clothes. “They’re in trouble.”

  Adrian took the cell. There were several messages in the OGs chat from Wilma.

  Help

  Attack

  Bowling alley parking lot

  “Are you sure it’s not Alfred again?” he asked, pulling his pants up. Autocorrect could be playing a trick on them.

  “Try calling,” Rachel answered.

  “Busy,” he said after trying multiple times.

  That seemed to alarm Rachel even more. “Their line is never busy.”

  While Adrian had the cell in his hand, a call came in. “Mike,” he answered, “talk.”

  “I got a call from the OGs. They didn’t speak, but there were shouts and sounds of fighting. I’m going now.”

  “See you there,” Adrian said. Then he turned to Rachel. “Not Alfred.”

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she mumbled as she put her shoes on.

  They dashed out of the house and into the car, and they exited the driveway, tires screeching.

  When they arrived at the parking lot, Monti was down but trying to get up. Ash and XL stood over him, protecting him while fending off three assailants. There were six other thugs, but they had either been knocked out or were writhing on the ground. His kids looked all bloody and wobbly, but they were still standing. And, by the looks of it, they were winning. Mike’s training had been pretty effective.

  Rachel broke into a run toward them, but Adrian stopped her. “It’s their fight.”

  One of the assailants grabbed a chain from the ground as he got on his feet. Adrian stepped on his hand until he let go, wailing. “Let’s keep it fair, don’t you think?” Then Adrian kicked him in the face. Tito had sent nine men to deal with three. Dick move.

  At that moment, a Hummer arrived, and Mike, Josh, and Wata jumped out of it. They ran toward the kids but, realizing what was going on, they also didn’t intervene.

  “The OGs?” Rachel a
sked, glancing around.

  Adrian pointed at a beam of rapidly flashing light. Strobe light? Wilma had a tactical flashlight and was trying to point it at the assailants’ faces. One was momentarily blinded by it and turned around, disoriented. Ash used the opportunity to knock him down.

  The assholes must have realized their odds were pretty bad now that only two of them were standing, and they began retreating from XL, Ash, and Monti. To be fair, his kids were more crouching than standing, but still. They stood straighter than any one of the gangsters.

  Adrian looked until he found Tito’s second-in-command. He was scrambling back to his feet when Adrian grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. He turned to XL. “Do you want to press charges?”

  The kids glanced at each other and shook their heads. “Nah,” XL said. “We believe this settles the matter.”

  “Fine.” Adrian stood very close to Tito’s second, so close he could smell the stench from his bloodied mouth. “Listen to me, motherfucker. You got your pound of flesh. This ends here. From now on, you’d better pray nothing happens to these kids, because if they even trip and scrape their knees, I’m coming after you. XL, Ash, and Monti are out. For good. Nod if you understand.”

  The goon nodded, and Adrian let go of him. Tito’s second whistled to gather his men, most of them limping, and they got into their cars and left.

  By then, Mike and his crew were helping the kids, along with Rachel and the OGs.

  “We have still a long way to go, but you guys made me proud,” Mike congratulated them. He patted XL’s back. “Let’s clean you up before Sara sees you and kicks my ass too.”

  “We’re so sorry, Monti,” Wilma apologized. “This self-defense flashlight they sold us is tricky. Sorry we blinded you. We were aiming for the other guy.”

  So that was the reason Monti had been down and looked like someone had socked him good.

  “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t confiscated our tasers,” Wilma grumbled, pointing accusingly at Adrian. “And our air gun.”

  “Don’t worry,” Monti said, his tone conciliating. “I should have protected my flank better. You did help us.”