Chapter 5
How the fuck is she gonna tap my chest and thank me for the good time? Christ, she is infuriating! I stomp back into the apartment, slam the front door shut, and go straight for my room. I don’t acknowledge Dex or Zac on my way and then slam my bedroom door closed.
The girl makes me fucking insane; she makes me angry as fuck, but most of all she makes me want to break my own rule of not going back for seconds. She was unbelievable! Her pussy was so fucking tight it practically strangled my cock inside of her. I still feel the stinging in my back where her nails dug into my skin through my shirt.
Just thinking about the way her lips parted in bliss, the way those little sounds fell from her mouth, and the way her head lolled back in ecstasy… All of it has my cock expanding behind my zipper again for Cydney Fisher, despite the fact that I just had her not fifteen minutes ago.
I’m not sure if it’s the bad experiences I’ve had lately, the buildup of wanting her for so long and finally getting her, or if she really was the best I’ve ever had. I need a second time with her to really know for sure, and that’s going to take some planning.
The older man sticks his dirty hand out for me to shake and spits chew onto the ground. “Nice doing business with you, Mr. Taylor.”
Hesitantly, I do a quick shake then rub my hand down my jeans. “Nice doing business with you, Mr. Scott.”
I walk back to where my car and Zac are waiting. I slap my keys into the palm of his hand. “You put one scratch on her and I will kill you.” My eyes narrow on him.
“Relax, dude, I won’t hurt your baby.” He cackles, opens the driver’s side door, and sits behind the wheel. Just seeing him in my seat is giving me anxiety; it’s not the same as handing over the keys when I’m in desperate need of help, but I have a plan that needs to be put into effect.
He revs the engine, squeals the tires, and peels out, taking off with Skye. I’m going to fucking kill him!
Shaking my head, I open the driver’s side door of the car I just bought and turn the ignition, listening to the loud backfire and sputtering sound. Smiling, I drive slowly to Barry’s Garage just as it starts misting rain.
I stop in front of the garage bay just as she is about to close for the night. As I hurry out of the car, Cydney sees me and pushes it down faster. Banging on the metal, I yell, “Cydney, open up.” It’s been a week since I last saw her when she walked away from me.
“Why should I?” she questions, yelling back.
“Because it’s pouring out here.”
“Maybe the rain can wash away some of your assholishness.” I can picture her, standing there with her arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and just typically being her stubborn self.
I smile and tap on the metal once again. “Come on, Cydney. I want to call a truce. I’ll stop being an asshole if you quit being a bitch and let me in.”
The bay starts to slowly open and finally I set my eyes on the gorgeous, frustrating Miss Cydney Fisher. I want to show you something.” I take her hand in mine and pull her to the car I bought. “What do you think?”
Her brows pull down. “About what?”
“About the car. It’s my apology for being an asshole.” I smile widely.
Her mouth flops open and closed like a fish. “Is this some kind of joke?” My smile falters. She releases my hand and walks around the car. “Maverick, this is nothing but a rusted shit bucket.” Cydney stands in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Where did you get it?”
Scratching the back of my neck, I respond, “Scott’s Auto Salvage.” Moving my hand from my neck, I point to the car. “Don’t look so much at the outside; think of the potential it has. It just needs a little work.”
She throws her arms up in the air and lets them fall to her drenched coveralls. “Let me get this straight. You brought this hunk of junk to me as an apology, and...” She points to her chest. “You expect me to work on it and fix it up. You are un-fucking-believable. Do you realize how much work will go into it?”
It’s a good thing it’s not too cold in Georgia yet, or we would be freezing our asses off standing out in this rain during the winter arguing. “Okay, when you say it like that, it doesn’t sound the greatest.” I grin and walk closer to her. “But...we can fix it together. I’ll buy the parts, paint, whatever you need. You can make me your mechanic bitch.”
Cydney Fisher busts out laughing.
That’s the first time I’ve heard her make that sound and I like it. Reaching up, I graze my thumb across her cheek and brush away strands of hair that are stuck to the side of her face. Her laughter dies down, and her grey eyes connect with my brown ones.
“I like the sound of that,” she says quietly, and swallows hard.
“I like the sound of your laugh. It’s just as beautiful as you.” In this moment I have realization; clarity. I want her. Not for a second time, not for a third; I want her as mine every day and every night and everything in between. I just want her. I lean in close, my lips touching hers, and nothing has ever felt more right.
She doesn’t push me away, she doesn’t kick me in the nuts; she just gives in to her desires and our tongues begin to duel. My other hand cups her other cheek and her hands tightly grip my t-shirt.
Way too soon, she breaks the kiss and steps back. “So... I’m assuming since you drove it here it runs, but let’s do a test drive before I agree to anything.”
Beaming, I rush over and open the passenger side door.
“Your chariot awaits.” I usher her in the passenger side.
She rolls her eyes, shakes her head, and gets in. As we’re leaving Barry’s, she says, “If I agree, you have to promise me you won’t get feelings for me.”
Turning my attention to her, I see she’s staring out the window. I look back at the road. “I don’t do feelings,” I lie. I’m already out of my comfort zone with her.
She huffs out a breath. “Good. I don’t do relationships or feelings.”
“What do you do?” My brows knit in confusion. Most girls want the hearts and flowers, the boyfriend—but then again, she isn’t like any other girl I’ve ever met.
Her eyes shoot in my direction. “I fuck.”
Well, alright then. “I can work with that.” I chuckle.
“I never said I’d be fucking you again!” Her voice squeaks and she hurries to add, “That was a mistake—a one-time mistake!” We’ll see about that. “Jesus, what was that?” She looks down at the floorboard. “It’s raining!” she screams.
“No shit, Cydney.” I laugh. “It’s been raining.”
“No, you imbecile, it’s raining inside the car! You turned the corner and a ton of water just soaked my legs.” As she lifts one leg after the other, water drips from her pants and shoes. “Lord have mercy! What the hell did you buy? You gonna have to carry buckets to catch the water. You need to be slapped upside your head for wasting money on this piece of shit.” Her southern twang comes out full force in her irritation.
When I make another turn, it happens again. She practically growls at me, then crosses her arms over her chest. To top it off, she sits back in the seat hard, only to come to find out it doesn’t work right, because the pressure makes it fly all the way down onto the backseat. “Maverick!” Cydney shouts at me and I flinch, but bite my lip to keep from laughing. I think it might be time to head back to Barry’s.
I unfasten my seatbelt and turn slightly in the driver’s seat. The shop light that came on when we pulled into the parking lot casts a glow on her beautiful face while the rain beats down on the roof, and my heart pounds like thunder against my chest. I’m starting to feel shit towards this girl and I can’t let her know it. Any other woman would love to have me feel something, but the one I do doesn’t even want it.
She stares out the windshield at the Barry’s Garage sign, unmoving except for the fidgeting of her hands in her lap. “Penny for your thoughts,” I say quietly and reach up, tucking some of her loose drenched hair behind her ear.
“Huh?” Her grey eyes connect with my browns.
“It looked like you were deep in your thoughts there for a minute.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” She waves her hand and shakes her head. I don’t believe it was nothing, but I won’t push her on it. “Well, I guess I should go.” In a hurry, she takes her seatbelt off, opens the door, and gets out of the Dodge Charger.
Flinging my door open, I race after her. “Wait! What about the car? Are you gonna help or not?” I grip her arm and spin her around to face me.
She looks up at me through her thick black lashes. “I don’t think it would be a good idea.” As her eyes travel down my body, they fill with a heated desire.
Pulling her against my chest, I ask, “Why? You scared of what might happen?” I give her a half-grin.
“I’m not scared of anything.” She pushes against my chest, but she’s no match for my strong build. “Let me go!”
I dip my head a little closer to hers. “You’re wrong, Firecracker. Everybody’s scared of something.” Something is building between us. It’s undeniable and we both know it; it’s fucking intense—and fucking terrifying.
Her lips part, and her eyes search mine. “We don’t even like each other.”
“We may not like each other.” Bending my knees slightly, I grip her thighs. “But you love when my cock is deep inside you.” I lift her up, and a gasp slips out of her mouth as her arms circle around my neck. “Just as much as I love being there.” My lips crash with hers. Our tongues duel, fighting for control in the desperation of heady lust.
Dropping her back to her feet, I pull away from the kiss and spin her around. Her hands land on the hood of the car. “We can’t. Not out here—someone might see us.” She tries to turn, fighting against me.
“I don’t fucking care if someone sees us. They’ll be getting a damn good show.” I push my jean covered erection against her back, letting her feel how hard I am. Moving my mouth close to her ear, I whisper, “Now don’t fucking move unless you want me to turn your ass a pretty pink.” My teeth bite gently on her earlobe and pull down before releasing it and skimming my tongue down the side of her neck. She moans and tilts her head to the side, giving me better access.
Wrapping my arms around her, I find the zipper on her coveralls and pull it down. Gripping the top, I shove them down her arms, waist, and legs, letting them stay around her ankles. I move my hands under the white tank top, skimming across her flat stomach and up under her bra. Cupping both of her perfect size-C tits, I massage her flesh then pinch her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. The tight buds harden even more under my touch and when I roll them and pull gently, Cydney’s moans grow louder.
She pushes against the hood and when she’s standing, her arms reach back behind her and grip the back of my neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says with a needy tone. I know she’s still trying to fight the inevitable.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, placing my lips against the crook of her neck and kissing lightly. I remove one of my hands from under her bra and slide it down and into her shorts. Cupping her smooth pussy, I run my finger through her drenched folds. Touching her clit, I make small circles and she releases a cry of pleasure and tries to open her legs wider. “Do you want to stop?” I ask, and the corners of my mouth tilt up in a grin.
“No.” She grips my hair tighter.
“You’re giving me mixed signals here, Cyd. Tell me what you want.” I gently bite down on her shoulder.
“Keep doing that,” she says breathlessly.
“What, this?” I egg her on, plunging two digits inside of her.
She cries out, “Yes, God, yes!” The back of her head hits my shoulder. The strong aroma of her fruity shampoo invades my senses.
“No God here, Firecracker, but I’m gonna give you so much satisfaction you’ll be praying for mercy.” I quickly remove my other hand from her breast, then unfasten her shorts and have them joining her coveralls at lightning speed.
Placing one hand on her back, I push her top half over the hood of the car as the rain pours over us. From behind, I find her clit once again and flick my finger against her hard, sensitive nub.
“Maverick,” she moans as her legs begin to shake.
“That’s it, Cyd. Come for me.” I move my finger faster and work her closer to an explosive orgasm.
“Yes! Oh, fuck!” She shatters and it’s fucking beautiful. Her lips part wide as she comes undone. Removing my finger, I take a condom from my wallet, then undo my jeans, pushing them down to my ankles along with my boxer briefs and freeing my rock-hard cock so I can sheath myself then line up to her entrance.
Gripping her hips, I push inside her tight wet heat, and its goddamn perfection. “Fuck, Cyd! You feel so fucking good. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Mav,” she mewls as I pump in and out gloriously. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever fucked. So much better. The way she fits against me, the way her pussy feels with me inside of her, and the way her body responds to me…
I could stay here forever.
My deliberate thrusts pick up speed as she pushes her ass back to meet me. Each stroke hits her G-spot, making her moan for more. Her walls begin clenching around me, another orgasm building inside of her.
“I’m gonna come again,” she pants against the hood of the car.
“I know, I feel it. Come with me, Cyd.” I’m so fucking close. My legs tingle and my balls tighten. “Now!” I lean over her, entwining our fingers together as I push in one more time, deeper than before. My release shoots through my body and I start filling the condom. I groan against her neck, she cries out with her own release, and her fingers tighten around mine. Neither of us moves until we catch our breath.
I slowly pull out and take off the condom. We both fix our clothes and look at each other. “I guess you need a ride home,” she states, then looks at the condom in my hand. “Follow me.” She opens up the garage bay and shows me where the trash can is. “We can keep the car here.”
I smile. “So, you’ll help?”
“Yes, but you have to buy everything. We can work on the weekends after my shifts here. I’ll get a list of parts together and get them ordered.” She returns a smile of her own.
“Deal.” I chuckle.
“Bring the car in and then I’ll lock up and give you a ride.”
“So...she does have a sweet side.” I laugh.
She points at me and narrows her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Don’t worry.” I wink at her and add, “Bitch suits you.”
“Oh, you mean like asshole suits you?” It’s her turn to laugh, but it makes me smile.
“Exactly.” I leave her standing there to bring the car in.
She might not realize it yet, but we are fucking perfect for each other. I just need to figure out a way to make her drop those walls around her heart.