There she is. Fuck, I’ve missed that face. And those tits.
She runs at me just like last time. I plant my feet on the ground and get ready for impact. She jumps in my arms and gives me one helluva kiss.
“Remember what I said about not waiting till we leave the airport next time?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “We are not fucking in the airport.”
I cock my head at her. “No?” I rub my hand through the seam of her leggings. Her legs are still around me, so no one can see how dirty my girl is—no one but me.
“Tempting, but no.”
“Still killin’ me.” I kiss her pretty lips one more time and reluctantly let her go. I just want to lay her out right here and claim her as mine, go all caveman and mark my territory. “I gotta run by the shop right quick. Drop off some paperwork Blaze needs in the morning.”
“Ohhh, the shop.” Her wink is big and obnoxious. She’s fucking cute.
Recognition registers about what I previously said about her next visit. I haven’t forgotten, and apparently, she hasn’t either. I open my truck door and look at her ridin’ shotgun. This ol’ truck has seen a lotta women in its days but none like her.
I lay my hand on her leg and wrap my fingers around the inside of her thigh. Her leggings are tight, so tight I can feel every twitch and shiver her body makes for me.
The shop isn’t far from the airport, thankfully. I don’t know how much more of this I can take without ripping all her clothes off. We pull up to the warehouse, one that I’m proud to call mine. I’ve worked hard for it, and it shows. Surrounded by an industrial-grade chain-link fence with a heavy-duty security system. I can see all my cameras from where I’m sitting, even though they’re not visible to the average Joe, and there’s a bunch of lights strategically set out on the fence posts. My skull and swallows logo is proudly displayed on the side. It’s something Blaze drew up for a tattoo for me back in the day. Liked it so much, I slapped it on the side of my shop so I could see it all the time.
I swipe my card through the gate security, and the doors open. Once we’re in, I swipe it again to close it. I look over at Leylah. The gears are spinnin’; I can see it on her face.
“Got millions in custom bike parts in there.” I shrug. “It’s Cali, baby,” I say, nodding toward the building. That’s a good enough explanation for now. I leave it at that and look around. I keep going around to the side entrance, and no sooner than my foot hits the ground, do I hear him bark. Woodzy comes running, clearly happy to see I have company.
“Woodzy.” I whistle over at him. He’s all over Leylah, wanting her attention. “He’s a good ol’ boy, but tends to get excited with new people around.” His tail is wagging so hard it’s hitting his sides each time it goes back and forth. Leylah squats down and scruffs him up behind his ears. Her voice does some weird baby talk.
“Hi there, boy. Aren’t you so sweet.”
“Psh, don’t let him fool you. He has a soft spot for women. Big baby.”
“Like his dad?”
I scowl and walk her backward till her ass hits the siding of the warehouse. “Nothin’ about me is soft, babe.” I put my hand up to her throat and kiss her. “Missed you.”
“I missed you,” she says, barely above a whisper.
I let her go and walk toward the door. Woodzy follows, and a minute later, so does Leylah.
She follows me around the rest of the shop, asking questions—questions that shock the hell out of me. She cares what I do here. So, I show her where I work, what I do when I’m getting my hands dirty.
My hands are always dirty…
“Fuck, hurry up. Get your shit ready. Emerson’s in there, goddammit.” The boys load up in the back of the van and get all their pieces locked and loaded. Blaze has his knife out, ’cause that’s what he likes best. Sick fuck.
Armillio baited me here with my little fucking sister. He’s already fucked her up. Cut slices on her thighs. Sent me the pictures to prove it. So here I fucking am, at this shithole of a house where he deals his drugs out of.
Blaze takes out the two assholes at the back door. I turn the knob slowly and as quietly as possible. Taking Armillio by surprise is our only advantage right now.
There she sits, sprawled out on the shitty stained couch, a needle still sticking out of her arm. Squatting down and feeling for her pulse, I find one, but just barely.
“Roman!” Blaze shouts from the doorway and aims his gun at one of Armillio’s gunmen running down the hallway. He’s got his sights straight on me. I swivel around, ready to blow his head off. He lowers his aim in a split second, shooting Emerson straight in the head instead. I don’t even think twice about it and unload my magazine into him. I drop to my knees and hold my dead baby sister to my chest. “FUCKKK!”
“Is this your office?” Leylah questions. Her voice brings me back to the present, back from that nightmare. I hadn’t even realized we walked this far after I zoned out. Those memories still haunt me. My hands are forever stained in Emerson’s blood.
“Yeah, this is it,” I say, turning to unlock the door. I’m tryin’ not to be an asshole, tryin’ my hardest not to show my mood. Not the right time to have to explain my former involvement with a Mexican drug cartel. She doesn’t need to know about that life. Hopefully, she never finds out.
Leylah walks over to my desk and stands between it and my chair. She takes her shirt off and lets it fall on the floor.
Fuck me, those tits.
Spillin’ over her black leather bra.
My body meets hers as she leans back onto my desk. I lift her ass up just enough to tug her leggings down and lay her body on the smooth hard surface. It’s a beautiful sight, this woman laid out across my desk in leather.
Leylah runs her hand down her stomach and into her underwear. I can’t wait any longer. I shove my jeans down and line my cock up with her hot, wet pussy. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She sits up on her elbows, her tits jiggling just slightly as I lean forward and pop one in my mouth. I reach around blindly for my chair and sit, bringing Leylah with me, straddlin’ my lap.
Doesn’t get much better than this shit right here.
“Roman.” She barely pants my name out, bouncing up and down, jackhammerin’ me straight up into her. I feel her tighten around me and quicken my pace. When her release is spent, she climbs off and puts those pretty lips around my cock.
“My dirty girl.” She never fails to surprise the hell out of me. She sucks my cock till I’m all but pullin’ her hair out before she climbs back on and rides me till I come. I pull her against me, still inside of her, and just sit. No sound around us except for the pants of our breathing.
She climbs off, stretching, with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Totally worth the wait for this,” she says, motioning around the room. Shop sex, officially my favorite.
I put my dick back in my pants and lock up shop.