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Before then, me and her brother went back to our college days and spent enough time together we became best friends over our shared appreciation for motorcycles. His parents didn’t approve of the friendship, me being from the wrong side of the tracks and them from the higher echelon of Southern society. It didn’t matter I worked my ass off to pull my family, and our name, out of the trash can my father put it into years back.
I scraped a rough hand down my face and tried to regain some kind of sense about me. She had my brain addled with mixed thoughts of regret and lust from the second she walked into my shop. Regret for letting her slip away ate at me daily. Nothing about me was good enough for her. A lot had changed in the five years we were apart. Too much. But I feared it was a losing battle. Kaila had her pink-tipped fingers latched onto my belt and a hungry glint in her eyes. I would be powerless against her desires if she turned them on me.
“My place,” I ground out before I thought better of it. I’m ruining the girl by letting my desires get the better of me, but around her, I can’t seem to control myself. Her brother would likely want to go another round with me if he found out what I was about to do with his little sister, but that would be his problem. I won’t repeat the same mistake by letting her get away a second time.
I took in the red chair and the lack of space to spread her out properly. No way my first time with such an angel was going to be in a damn tattoo chair. From the way her tight channel clenched around my tongue and finger, I knew she had never been touched by another man. That thought sent blood roaring straight to my cock, and it throbbed to sink into her tight, virgin pussy and pop her cherry. How a man hadn’t won her heart by now I had no fucking clue. What I did know was that the Wolfe character I just covered didn’t even come close, and I’m going to enjoy erasing everything about him from her mind and heart.
I’m going to be her first everything and I’m thanking my lucky stars I get that chance. Maybe Karma was coming back around and trying to make things right for me.
Though I admit, it was hard to pull away, I did. Her eyes were fogged with desire.
“My place is upstairs, over the shop.” With all the sweet cum spilling down the crack of her ass tormenting me, I played out the pros and cons of putting clothes back on her long enough to get her to my apartment. I would be an idiot to let our fires cool long enough to get her home.
“Yes! Your place! Now!”
She’s on her elbows, looking down at me and the sweet, innocent look on her face did two things: made my insides ache for all the time lost between us and helped make my mind up on location.
Kaila didn’t realize that I was a man who always got what he wanted, and I wanted her. My best friend would just have to find a way to live with that fact. The night I walked away from her was only temporary. I took the high road that would lead to less tension. Causing Kaila pain never did sit well with me. So, I walked and I planned, never letting depression of losing her set in. My plan would work—it had to—and then we would be together.
But it all went south. It always did when you had a brother like mine. Always getting into trouble. But this time, he finally managed to get clean, settle down, and have a family. People say Karma was a bitch. I agreed. She decided to rear her ugly head, forcing me to step in. Lead settled in the pit of my stomach at what followed.
I shook my head clear of the cluttered past. I didn’t want to taint the moment with bad memories.
“Kaila”—I raised my gaze to hers— “this time we won’t be stopping. There’s no one to save you from me.” Fuck what am I doing? She had no idea who I was anymore or the way being with me will ruin her, mark her as an outcast.
“What if you should be the one running?”
The look on her face had cum spilling from the tip of my dick.
I grinned.
I had a large coat thrown over a hook. I grabbed it, wrapped her in it, and swung the door wide. We were halfway across the shop before any of my artists looked up to see their boss storm by with a naked woman in his arms.
Kaila squealed as I took two stairs at a time with her pinned close to my chest. The second we came to my door I kicked it open and then slammed it shut with us safe in the darkness. The ridge of my cock ground against my zipper. I pictured her tiny body taking my big cock, and I growled, anxious to have her in my bed, on my kitchen counter, anywhere I had a flat surface to spread her out.
Before leaving every morning I always closed the curtains to chase out the heat of a Georgia summer. “Lights,” I said, and a soft wash of yellow bathed the entire apartment. Perfect to show her beautiful expression as I pin her to the back of the door, coat tossed aside, and take a cherry-tipped breast into my mouth.
God help me. She tightened her legs around me and shimmied her hips in a way that had me growling around her nipple. I flicked the tip and eased my fingers over her swollen pussy. My pulse throbbed and when I buried a finger to the hilt inside her, we both groaned. She yanked at the sides of my shirt and suddenly we were skin to skin. My muscles rippled, and I swore I could feel tingles of raw fucking need scale over every inch of my body.
“Diesel, yes,” she screamed into my ear. Fingers tore at the button of my jeans, and I sucked back a hiss of hot air when her soft hand wrapped around the thickness of my cock and guided it to her. I jerked, rocking the full length over her slick folds.
I froze, my muscles bunched, our gazes locked.
Her hands tightened over my shoulders when I dragged my finger out only to slip a second inside her slick, tight channel.
My cock swelled, and all it would take for me to claim her pussy was one thrust of my hips.
Chapter Six
Kaila
Ishook with need and the absolute desire to be everything to this man.
His huge, gorgeous body pinned me to the door and my legs were spread wide. He was wild, raw and nothing like Wolfe, that was for damn sure.
I buried my fingers in his hair and I pulled him away from my attention-seeking nipples. I wanted the taste of his tongue on mine like I needed air to live.
He lifted me to him, and I finished the job of taking his shirt off. I tossed it aside, faintly aware he carried me through a warmly lit hallway. I was too busy kissing him with everything in me.
