Chapter 5

Ryder

"You're almost late." Axel glanced up from his bent over position beside a new car we were working on.

"Almost isn't late." I walked past him toward the office. "Move before you fuck the project up. Your part is done. It's my turn to do the touch ups and such."

"You're right."

"On both accounts." I ran my fingers through my hair and winked at Ellie, one of the girls that worked in the shop. She was a better grease monkey than most of the boys. If Axel weren’t hiding a hard-on for the pretty thing, I'd have already laid her out and made her scream my name a few times.

"What shit are you already starting this morning, Moretti?" She glanced up from the pile of paperwork Axel had scattered across his desk.

"Just making sure everyone knows their place." I reached for the schedule and ran my finger down the long list of jobs we had to get through. "Who's coming in today for pick up."

"Nancy Morgan is due in around nine this morning for her Cadi." She gave me a quirky smile.

"What?" I stood up straight and lifted my eyebrow. "Got something to say?"

"Yeah, but maybe I should moan it, so you'd understand it better." She laughed and turned her back to me. "You know Axel would be pissed if he knew you were fucking the customers."

"Would he?" I dropped the schedule back on the desk and walked to the door. "Let Miss Morgan know that she needs to see me to get her keys." I grabbed her keys off the rack by the door and walked out. She was a rich bitch with a horrible laugh, but she could suck a dick like nobody’s business. I was more than happy to give her a little bit of practice.

"Fuck." Axel walked around a Mustang we had jacked up four feet into the air.

"What's up?" I slipped the keys in my pocket and gave my closest friend my attention.

"Ellie keeps leaving her tools all over the fucking place. I almost busted my ass thanks to her wrench being on the ground. The damn thing is covered in motor oil."

"She's trying to kill you." I nodded. "It's the way women tell you they're interested nowadays. Used to be a little light flirting, maybe a room key, or a subtle foot in your lap to play with your dick, but things have progressed."

"Fuck you too." He rolled his eyes and walked around me. "She's not interested, and even if she were… I’m not."

"Okay." I followed him, wanting to push a little harder just for the fun of it. "Then if you're not into her, then move outta the way. She's beautiful. I'd love to spread her taut little thighs and-"

The quickness of his attack threw me off guard. He popped me in the throat two times in quick succession and the pain of it stole my breath. "Shut the fuck up about her, Johnny. Now."

I lifted my hands as I gasped for air. "Got it. Damn it, man."

"Sorry." He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh. "I can't stop thinking about her. I tried to take a girl out last night and I barely got the rubber on before I called out Ellie's name."

I rubbed at my throat and tried hard not to return pop him in the mouth for hitting me. I'd deserved that shit, but I was the upper dog in the fight, and would easily win should it come to something like that.

"Stop fucking around and tell her." I popped him in the gut. "And don't hit me again. I'll fuck you up."

"You wanna go, old man?"

"Old man?" I reached for him as someone cleared their throat behind us.

"I heard you had my keys, Johnny." Her voice was sweet like sugar.

"That I do." I winked at Axel and spun on my heel. "Damn, Miss Morgan. And I thought your car looked good all dressed up and pimped out."

She smiled and bit at her lip as she eye-fucked me. Oh yeah. She was going on her knees.

"I have a little bit of time before I have to get back to work. Maybe you could show me a few things about the car. It's new to me, you know."

I nodded. "Your daddy buy it for you?"

"Something like that." She walked closer to me and pressed her hands to my chest. "I always forget how sexy you are in your uniform."

"I look better with it laying in a pile on the floor." I slid my hands over her hips and gripped her ass tightly as I leaned down toward her. I paused just before pressing my lips to hers. "Axel?"

"He's gone." She pressed her big, fake tits to my chest and smiled. "Where can we go?"

I licked at her mouth before moving back and grabbing her hand. "Come on, kitten. You look thirsty."

She purred softly, and I couldn't help but chuckle. The woman was too much for a regular guy like me, but she was more than willing to let me have a few moments of hope. It was all I needed to make the day better than the one before.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and come to one of our events? You'd look so fine in a suit and tie, Johnny." She pressed herself to my back as I worked on the door to the supply closet. Long red nails pressed into the bulge at the front of my black dickies before stroking my budding erection in a slow, sensual way.

"That's not at all the kind of man I am." I walked in and turned, pulling her in and wrapping my arms around her. The creamy white dress she had on would be smudged with the oil on my fingers, but something told me that she didn't give a damn.

"I'm so glad you're not." She pulled me close and leaned in to consume my mouth.

I slid my hand into her curly blonde hair and pulled her down into my lap as I fell onto an old office chair someone must have put out there for inventory. "Suck me off, Nancy."

"God yeah." She kissed me a few more times and moved to her knees, tugging at her skirt as I worked myself out of my pants. It was one thing to have a slut like Candace on her knees, but an entirely different experience to have a woman like Nancy Morgan willing to service my needs. She was money. Old money.

I touched the side of her face and gave her a wicked smile. "I know you're a good girl, but try and expand your horizons for me this morning? Make sure your lips touch my balls, hm?"

She growled and moved in, sucking and licking at my shaft until I was covered in the wetness of her mouth. Her hands worked me in long tight strokes, and within a few minutes, she had me panting hard. The idea of pulling up her skirt and fucking her tight slit for the next hour was all I could think of, but I knew better.

Oral sex was about as far as I'd let things go with a woman like her. She'd get possessive and shit. Or worse... want a relationship. There was no damn way. Not after the shit with Candace. Besides, the guys were my focus when I wasn't worried sick over my fucked up nephew.

Nancy gagged a little, bringing my concentration back to her attack.

I moaned and lifted my hips, fucking her mouth until the world exploded around me. I came hard and fast, wishing I had more to give her as she drank me down and licked greedily at my cock.

"I love how you taste." She smiled up at me. "Fuck me today."

"Not a chance, Angel. Come on. Your car is ready." I gripped her arms and stood up, taking her back up with me. "You couldn't stand a dick this big anyway. Not for your first time."

"It's not my first time." She gave me a sexy pout.

"Yeah, it is." I pulled my pants up and worked to zip and buckle them as I moved around her. I pulled her keys from my pocket and handed them back to her. "It's in the lot and it's cleaned up and ready to go. See you next time you come in."

"Wait. That's it?" She sounded hurt.

Damn. She was my favorite toy and here she was fucking things up for us.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for Johnny Moretti?" A feminine voice caught my attention. I couldn't see her face, but something in the tone of her voice worried me.

"Johnny!" Nancy yelled behind me.

I turned to face her. "What? You know how this works. Don't get things mixed up, kitten. Just go about your business and when you need your car serviced again, you know where to come." I winked and turned as Axel walked toward me with someone in tow. The woman was too small to see around Axel's big ass frame.

"But you didn't even taste me," Nancy whined as I walked away. I ignored her. She'd disappear and come back for more eventually. They all did.

"Taste her?" Axel gave me a look and moved back, letting the woman in tow walk around him. "Do I even wanna know?"

"Mr. Moretti?" A petite brunette with a cute button nose, full lips, and thoughtful brown eyes extended her hand. "I'm Detective Markum from NYPD."

It took me a minute to hear what she said. She had to be the prettiest woman I'd seen in a long time. Naturally pretty. The kind of woman that made men stop what they were doing to grab one more glimpse of her. The khaki's and button-down shirt were all wrong on her and hid what I assume was a soft, curvy figure.

Fuck me. Maybe I was still turned on by Nancy sucking me off so well, but something about the cop had my pulse spiking. Maybe it was because she was so small. She barely came up to my chin.

"NYPD, hm?" I nodded and walked past her. "Not sure what you're doing here, but make it fast. I got shit to do."

"Shit or random women that stop by the shop?" She followed me, as did the sound of Axel's voice.

"Ha! I like her already. Detective Markum is it? Please. Stay as long as you like."

I glanced over my shoulder. "Make it quick. I don't have time for your bullshit, cop."

"Wow. Now I see where Jason gets it from." She shrugged. "Never mind. Forgive the intrusion. I'll just find him on my own."

"Find him?" I reached out and grabbed her wrist. My fingers could wrap around it twice. My cock twitched at the thought of pressing her into a bed and letting her feel the full weight of my body against hers. Would she be scared? Thrilled? "Talk, and fast."

"I stopped by your house. He's not there." She glanced down at her wrist but didn't pull from me. The light dusting of pink on her pretty cheeks told me that I wasn't the only one having naughty thoughts.

"He's a teenager. I'm sure he's out fucking a pretty girl or hanging out with his friends."

"Well, that's great, but he's out of range for his ankle bracelet. We can find him and bring him back in range together, or I can find him by myself and arrest his ass." She tugged her hand free and turned, walking toward the parking lot.

My eyes moved down her back to the swell of her ass. Her pants had a hard time hiding that. I smiled and followed after her.

"We'll take my bike."

"I'll follow you in my car."

"Nope. You gotta flat." I motioned toward the car and pulled out a switchblade, popping it into a tire as I passed.

"What the fuck was that for?" she barked, her voice growing dark fast.

I picked up a helmet and tossed it to her. "On the bike, or find your own ride. Your choice, cop."

"Fine. You're fixing that." She put the helmet on and got on the bike behind me.

As she wrapped her arms around me, she seemed to have trouble trying to figure out where to put her hands.

It wouldn't happen in a million years, but some part of me wanted her to reach down and see just how big my cock was as she cupped me.

I wanted her thinking about what I was thinking about.

Fitting it inside of her.