SENSEI

 

The Next Day

 

After church last night, we came up with an idea to take to the Ishikawa table. Whether they take the deal or not, we’ll have to see. Trying to make contact with them is another issue we need to solve, and while we still need to figure out a way to do that. I have things I need to do today.

So while I stand back and watch Ruby chat frivolously with my family during lunch, my mind’s been occupied on one thing all day. And now that Vibe’s truck is back, I’m ready to go.

Vibe grips my shoulder. “You’re ready to go? Yes?”

Nodding, I slide my ninja star which I placed on the bar into its sheath in my back pocket and my cell into my side pocket. He grins, and we walk out of the clubroom to the awaiting truck. I hoist myself up and into the cab as Vibe jumps in the driver’s seat and starts her up.

We take off through the gates as Gatekeeper does his job, and we’re driving toward Smokin’ Joe’s Garage to see Ayla. I don’t know why I’m so tense about this meeting, but seeing her today has me on edge and in knots. Especially after our phone conversation last night.

“So, why are you bringing Scratch’s ride to the mechanic and not Scratch?” Vibe asks while the cab jostles about swaying from side to side as we make our way closer to Ayla.

“Scratch is complaisant about how to best do things… he would go about it all wrong. He loves his ride, but knowing she can’t be fixed, he would simply throw her away in the excitement of getting something better. I can step in and organize proper compensation for the selling of the parts of his bike. Unlike him, I am well versed in the art of trade.”

Vibe bursts out laughing. “Ahhh… bullshit, brother. You’re doing it to see the girl!” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

Giving him side eye, I try not to smile. “Ayla being there is merely… coincidental.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Pillu.” He chuckles under his breath, and my brows draw together.

“I can easily find out what that fucking means, Vibe.”

He laughs. “You don’t have to… I called you a pussy!” He bursts out laughing again as I lean out and slap him up the back of his head making him laugh harder.

“And people say you’re nice? How wrong they are,” I murmur.

His laughter dies down as he turns a corner leading down an industrial street. “Me? I am the nice one. You? You… you’re the crazy one with your ninja moves and torture grooves… you’re a fucking badass motherfucker, Sensei.”

My lips turn up into a faint smile as I crack my knuckles, one hand then the other. “Now, you’re rhyming? Did the Ishikawa break something in your damn brain when they hit you?”

“No, brother… I just like to be fucking cheery…” he pauses. “Oh, we’re here.” He yanks the truck to the right into a large driveway then pulls it to an abrupt stop. I jolt forward with the force, almost shooting through the freaking windshield as I don’t have a seatbelt on and place my hands on the dash to stop me from colliding with the glass.

Vibe lets out a loud chuckle as he turns the truck off and opens the door jumping out of the cab. I steady myself and open the door, my feet falling to the gravel with a thud. My boots sink into the pebbles as they land, and I look up to the worn signage as I listen to the sounds of a garage in full swing behind me. Vibe walks to the back of the truck to lower the hydraulic tailgate. I nod at him to let him know I’m going in search of the woman I want right now.

I mean need.

The woman I need right now.

Shit!

Shaking my head, I walk to the giant open garage door and immediately notice three blue mechanical lifts all with cars lifted into the air. Another section to the side there’s what looks like a dyno tuning area and another section where tires are being fitted.

This place holds a lot of cars and actually appears busy. Smokin’ Joe is doing well for himself. I walk in to see him in his office, the giant window a little too dirty for my liking as he sits working on some paperwork, a nasal oxygen tube is placed under his nose.

Pursing my lips at the sight, I turn to look at the mechanical lift I’m the closest to and notice the figure under the car is definitely not that of a man. Those curves could go on for days as she stands under the mechanical lift in her steel-toe boots and her blue coveralls smattered in grease. Her arms are stretched up into the undercarriage of the car, and she’s tinkering away while I stand here folding my arms impressed by the fact she can do this.

She really is something else.

“You gonna stand there all day ogling or you here for something?” someone asks walking in behind me carrying a tire under each arm. Grease is smeared over his scruffy face, blue baseball cap on backward while he looks me up and down taking special time over my cut. He drops the tires on the ground leaning them against the frame of the doorway and looks at me wiping his hands together.

I curtly smile. “Afternoon. I’m looking for Ayla.”

He folds his arms over his chest raising his chin, a look of skepticism crossing his features.

I glance at Ayla as she pulls away from underneath the car she’s working on when she spots me. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. There’s a smear of grease on her cheek, and it only highlights the dark shades around her eyes which bring out the gold and green flecks in her irises. Ayla waves, and I smile as she shoves a wrench in her back pocket and jogs over to us.

“Hey, what’s up?” she calls out, as I assess the scruffy guy while she leans on his shoulder smiling at us both.

“Not sure who this guy is, but he’s looking for you.” He gazes at her questionably. “Everything okay here?”

She rolls her eyes. “Heath, calm your farm. This is Sensei from Defiance. These are the guys Dad deals with. Remember, I told you he’s bringing that bike in for spare parts for us to look over today. Fuck slick, I hope you weren’t being an asshole to my new friend here?”

Heath huffs. “No, not being an asshole. Actually, I said nothing at all.”

I raise a brow. “Your silence spoke volumes.”

Ayla bumps into Heath’s side. “Thanks, little bro, but I can take this from here.”

This guy’s her brother?

Well, fuck.

A stern scorn crosses his features as he looks at her.

She smiles a dazzling smile. “Seriously, Heath, I got this. Trust me, I have way more control over Sensei than you ever could. I got his dick all kinds of tangled up.”

Heath bursts out laughing while I wrack my jaw from side to side at her comment. Heath drops his arms from his defensive posture and nods. “Sure thing, sis… holler if you need me.”

“Will do. Now fuck off.”

Heath pivots and heads off into the garage leaving me with a sassy-mouthed Ayla.

She raises her brow at me like she’s seriously unimpressed. “Right, mister, you think it’s okay to keep a girl waiting?” Her hands sit perfectly on her curvy hips as she looks at me with a giant smirk on her face.

I take a steadying breath and stare into her stunningly beautiful hazel eyes. “Ayla, the quicker you learn that delayed gratification is a real thing, the better at receiving your pleasure you will be.”

She tilts her head. “You saying you’re going to give me pleasure for making me wait?”

I chuckle. “Is my company not pleasurable enough?”

She looks down at my crotch and licks her lips quite obviously as she slowly drags her eyes back to mine. That little movement made my cock ache like it never has before. I’ve never met a woman so fucking forward other than a club girl, and they’re meant to be that way. But this woman is no club girl, and she’s doing it of her own fruition.

Ayla’s eyes meet mine, they’re filled with lust and hooded with desire. My chest tightens while my cock strains against my pants to be set free. I fight hard to keep my mind focused and not on grabbing and forcing her into the back of the truck then fucking her like she deserves—no, like she so obviously desires.

“I could think of a couple of things to get me off, but for now… let’s get this bike out the back.”

I wave my hand out for her to lead the way. She grins while walking past me, swaying her hips in an over-exaggerated way as she walks, obviously for my benefit. I don’t bother to try and avoid looking away. If she’s going to flaunt herself in front of me, fuck if I’m not going to be a man right now and fucking watch her.

We walk to the back of the truck where Vibe has the wrecked bike off the tailgate and onto the ground.

Vibe looks at Ayla and raises his brows. “Now I see what the fuss is about, brother,” he calls out as we approach, and Ayla swings around to me with a smirk.

“Have you been talkin’ ‘bout me?” she asks in a sickly sweet, put-on southern accent.

“No… I haven’t,” I reply as she slumps her body with a pout and lets out a whimper. Vibe laughs.

“Shame. You should, you know. It would get you brownie points.” She grins at me as I clear my throat.

“Ayla, shall we take the bike around the back, so you can take what parts you need, and we can discuss payment?”

“I’ll have a look over the bike this afternoon, see what parts I can salvage and call you regarding payment. Fair trade?” she queries.

I cock my brow. “How do I know you will call regarding payment?”

She chuckles. “Oh, you scared I’m not gonna call you, Sensei? Don’t worry, I have you on speed dial already, pretty. Especially after last night’s little chat.” She leans into Vibe’s side and lowers her voice. “Can I say, his voice during phone sex…” she pauses for an overly long time fanning her face as I stand here shocked by what she’s saying as she continues, “H.O.T! Fuck! Guy’s got the mind of a fucking animal.”

Vibe’s eyes open wide as he grins the widest I’ve ever seen. I’m sure he can’t believe what he’s hearing. I’m not sure I can either.

With a sharp inhale of breath, I can’t let her continue on in this vein, especially in front of one of my brothers. It’s disrespectful, but more than that, it’s turning me the fuck on. “Okay… Ayla and I are taking the bike out the back. I need to have a little discussion with her about her… manners.”

Ayla winks while Vibe laughs. “A chat, uh-huh. I understand your code, brother. I’ll wait in the truck.”

“Ah… Spanner, can I get you to look over something for me?” a guy with a little too much blond hair falling in his face calls out.

She turns back with a smile. “I’ll be with you soon, Vince. Just got to deal with Sensei here first, then I’ll be right with you.”

“No worries!” he calls out while waving with a kind smile.

I raise my brow grabbing the bike’s handlebars and start to push it over the asphalt. Well, not really because the front tire keeps hitting on something as it rotates and is making a clunking sound. The bike’s hard to maneuver due to the sheer amount of damage, but I manage. Ayla walks beside me quietly but with a giant smirk plastered all over her face as we head to the back of the yard.

She finally turns around and looks at me once we’re officially alone. “You know, you really are uptight, Sensei.”

My shoulders slump, and I sigh, but don’t answer her.

She chuckles and points to a concreted section further toward the back where I move off to, and place the bike kicking out its mangled stand. Somehow it stands up reasonably straight and stays that way. As I look around, I notice a house behind the garage and wonder briefly if this is where she lives. But I push the thoughts aside when she steps right up in front of me, her gorgeous eyes looking into mine. There’s a smudge of grease on her cheek making her look only more beautiful. Her hair is fastened in a ponytail, and she has a red bandana tied around her head which makes her look like a pin-up girl from a magazine. She’s hot as fuck, and it’s taking everything in me not to push her against the fucking fence and take possession of her.

She squints as she looks into my eyes. “What’s going through your mind right now? You’re thinking… hard.”

I let out a small chuckle. “You are an interesting woman, Ayla. You exude confidence… I like that in a woman.”

She raises her brow. “Gotta be confident in my line of work. Show any sign of weakness, and the guys will swallow you whole.”

“I get that. But I feel like maybe part of this is an act… maybe you’re not so tough underneath it all.”

She smiles. “You think you can read me?”

“I think you have many layers to you, many I would like to get to know.”

She raises her brow taking a step closer to me. “Is that your way of asking me out, pretty?”

Cocking my head, I smirk. “Do you remember what I told you I would do to you if you called me pretty again?”

She chews on her bottom lip, the same pink blushes her cheeks again as she nods once. Her eyes sparkling with anticipation as her breathing becomes shallow. “Yes,” she almost whispers. “It’s what I’m counting on.”

My cock stiffens immediately in my pants as something in the air changes. An intensity filters between us. I look into her eyes, they’re burning with desire, and I know mine are the same. As I take a step closer, my hands reach out gripping her arms as she doesn’t hesitate or make a move to escape. I thrust her hard against the corrugated iron fence, the crunch and high-pitched sound of her body hitting the metal echoes through the yard, but I don’t care and neither does she as her eyes bore into mine.

Her tongue darts out licking her bottom lip as I step closer, our bodies touching, chest to chest, the tension building as her breaths become short and sharp. My fingers dig into her arms holding her in place. She can’t move from my grip as she’s helpless against me. She looks up at me, and finally I see not the strong woman I’ve become witness to, but a woman desperate for affection, a woman desperate for me.

My chest heaves as the tension grows, electricity popping, sizzling, scorching the air in an inferno around us. I had no idea that simply staring at someone could create this kind of effect. But as I glare at her, daring her to say something, her lips part, a slow breath escapes her damp, supple, pink lips. I don’t wait for her to say a word before I lunge forward, my fingers gripping firmly on her arms pressing her back into the fence harder, her head moving back against the metal as I force my lips to hers. She doesn’t hesitate, kissing me back strongly. I swear it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like everything’s spinning, and we’re the only stationary objects on the planet. I had no idea kissing someone could ever feel this good.

Her tongue enters my mouth, and we continue to kiss frantically. It’s not slow, it’s not delicate. It’s fast, it’s rushed, it’s passionate, and fuck if it isn’t everything I imagined it would be with her. She sets fireworks off inside of me. It’s like the fucking Gion Matsuri festival in Kyoto, and that goes for a whole fucking month. It’s like motherfucking Christmas. Her kiss is like Christmas, it’s that fucking good.

My hands drop from around her biceps and move straight to her ass. She doesn’t hesitate as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my body as I slam her against the fence, my hard cock pressing into her pussy as she moans into my mouth.

Fucking hell, I have no idea how I’m going to cool this down now that we’ve gotten to this point. Her hands run up and into my hair, she tugs on my dreadlocks slightly which causes me to groan as she pushes her pussy against my cock.

We kiss hard, fast, unrelenting, and then a throat clears behind us.

“Fuck’s sake, Spanner, get a room,” someone calls out.

I break the kiss while still holding onto her as we both look back to see a young guy watching as he walks inside the house with a smirk.

“Shut up, Bowie. Just ‘cause you ain’t getting none…” Ayla calls out.

He chuckles. “Fuck up! I’m getting more pussy than you’ve ever seen in your life, sister dearest.”

Opening my eyes wide, I drop her legs slowly to the ground as she chuckles.

“Did you hear what you just said, dipshit? I don’t see any pussy, I don’t swing that way you damn idiot,” she calls out as he walks inside the house effectively ending their conversation. She turns to me and lets out a heavy breath. “Sorry, that’s my baby brother… he’s a dick.”

“So, I’ve managed to meet two brothers today?”

Ayla smiles. “Yeah, you’re like… practically family now.” She steps forward grabbing the edge of my cut and pulls me closer to her, her eyes taking on that heated look again. “So, I knew you’d kiss like a machine. So good…” she shakes her head “… so damn good.”

Smiling, I wrap my hand around her waist and hold her to me. “I have many talents, Ayla.”

“I bet you do. Seriously, though… am I going to see you again after you leave here today?”

Smiling, I bring my hand up caressing the side of her grease-laden cheek. It’s warm and soft and so inviting as she leans into my touch. “Yes…” I don’t say anything further, just leave it open to see what she will say.

She smiles. And for the first time, it’s not a cocky smile, it’s not arrogant, it’s sweet and almost timid. “Great.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to hers once more, this time slower and calmer, and she kisses me back while I savor the moment.

I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Until next time.”

She grins. “Until next time.”

Regretfully, I let her go, and the spark retreats leaving me feeling cold as I swivel and walk away from her. She stays where she is as I head back toward the truck without looking back. I don’t want to appear weak, so as much as I want to look back at her, I don’t. I do however see the blond guy, Vince, who interrupted us earlier, heading out of the workshop to look for her. His demeanor makes me wonder what has him so happy.

I open the truck door and jump up as Vibe looks at me, the biggest of fucking smirks on his face. “That was record quick, brother.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “I didn’t fuck her, you asshole. We simply… talked.” I bend the truth a little. There’s no need to kiss and tell.

“Uh-huh, sure, sure. Just a little blow, blow, then?” he asks while starting up the truck and reversing out of the garage.