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Bodie gawps at Jason impatiently. "Come on, man. This guy won't wait."
“You know, boys might want to fool around withyourtools if you weren’t so hostile.” Jason turns away smirking.
“Ahem.” Bodie fakes clearing his throat. "Today, please."
I walk a few steps and lean back against my workbench, breathing hard, my heart pounding. Jason always does this. Gets me all riled up, making me attack like a viper. Then when he’s gone, the downtime is brutal. Not because of sexual frustration. But because I didn't pluck up the guts to flirt back. Maybe I should have called him out on his bluff and invited him to spank me instead of making fun of it. I've tried dating other guys. It never works out because I keep comparing them to Jason.
Bodie finishes his call, then goes outside with Jason for a smoke. I hear motorcycle engines outside and think nothing of it. I’m used to the Knight Hawks showing up whenever they damn well please like they own the place. But when I crane my head to look, I don’t see the Hawks, I see the Jackals.
“Kiera, inside the office, now,” Bodie hollers at me, jerking his head. “Don’t come out until I say you can.”
Doing as he says, I lock the door behind me, then turn the blinds so I can partially see out, but they can’t look in. Bodie and Jason stand at the front of the auto shop like guard dogs, not letting any of the redneck fuckers pass the threshold. I strain to listen, deciphering from the mixture of muffled voices as to who’s saying what to whom. From the short, disjointed conversation that ends with Bodie telling them to “fuck off”, it sounds like he was offered money to pack up and leave town.
“You’re gonna regret this.” The foreboding last words of the rival biker stay with me after he leaves.
I step out of the office amidst the throaty engine noise and watch them leave in a thick cloud of road dust. Bodie double-takes at me and huffs.
“What did I tell you? Not to come out until I say you can,” he berates me.
I fling my hand up at the dusty street. “They’re gone now. What did they want?” I ask, expecting him to relay the information.
Bodie and Jason exchange a furtive glance, then Jason mutters that he needs to take a piss, which is charming. Bodie manages a strained smile. “Nothing,” he lies, which doesn’t alleviate my anxiety. “They came here for tune-ups, but I told them where to stick it. We’re not doing business with the likes of them.” He reaches up and drags the shutter down.
“We’re open until eight,” I remind him, frowning bemusedly. “It’s only quarter past six.”
“Did you remember to eat today?” Bodie asks, sounding like Dad.
I roll my eyes.
“I’ll take that as a no then,” he says with an exasperated huff. “You can finish up tomorrow. I’ll drive you home.”
“Where are you going?” I ask suspiciously.
“Nowhere that concerns you,” Bodie fires back, shutting me out and treating me like a kid as always.
I can’t shake the bad feeling I have that something terrible is about to happen. Bodie drops me home, where I spend three-quarters of an hour scrubbing the stench of fumes and all the oil and grease off me, but even a nail brush and a pumice stone aren’t enough to remove the ground in dirt from my work-worn hands. It feels good to be clean again, even if it is only short-lived until tomorrow. With my hair wrapped in a towel, I scour the freezer in nothing but my bathrobe and slippers while looking for something edible for dinner. I pull out a pepperoni pizza, remove the packaging, then shove it into the oven and wait for it to cook. It’s not much, but it’s enough to settle my hunger so I can at least get some sleep tonight. I’m not sure what time to expect Bodie home, so I lock up the house before going to bed. I’m dog tired, but my thoughts are plagued with worry. Thinking about what those guys said to Bodie and what repercussions we’re likely to face. Bodie isn’t stupid. I know he’s wondering the same thing. Which is why I’m worried about what he and Jason will do. And this brings me back to Jason and what he said to me today. If I were anyone else, he would spank me. God, I want that. Next time, I’ll dare him to follow through with it. I play the scenario out in my head, closing my eyes, and letting my fingers glide down my naked body between the warm, soft bed sheets, bringing my knees up slightly and letting them fall to the sides, my stomach tightening as I get closer to my sparsely covered mound. Something I wished I could have done earlier, back when the urge was stronger, stroking my fingers along my shorn pussy lips until my clit grows nice and fat. When I’m satisfied that I’ve teased myself enough, envisioning Jason’s handsome face as he strokes me into a panting mess, I bring my finger up to my open mouth and coat it with saliva. It’s easy to mistake my calloused pad for a man’s dexterous touch, gliding the slick tip around my swollen nub until I’m seeing stars. I pretend Jason is finishing me with his tongue, lapping at my pulsing clam until it detonates. Then groan through my climax, riding it out with a vigorous rub.
“Oh, Jason,” I whimper, my breathing tremulous, the pulse in my clit throbbing as my orgasm wanes.
I don’t even pinpoint the moment when I drift off to sleep.
ChapterTwo
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I wake to the sound of incessant knocking on the door. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was the bailiffs coming to rinse the place for unpaid debts.
“Bodie, can you get that?” I yell groggily, tossing the sheets back.
There’s no sign of movement, just the persistent sound of knocking. I fling my robe over me and tie the belt, then shuffle downstairs to answer the door. The cool air hits me square in the face, I scrub the sleep from my eyes and see half of Mountview’s police department parked on the roadside at the edge of my lawn. Sheriff Dan Lopez removes his hat, exposing his balding head to the early-morning drizzle, looking at me with those same downturned eyes that he uses whenever he delivers bad news.
“I’m sorry to disturb you at this ungodly hour, Miss Blake. Can I come in?” he asks, clutching his hat against his chest, the golden six-pointed star badge glinting in the light.
“Sure,” I reply, opening the door wider. “Is there something wrong?”
Sheriff Dan touches my arm in a comforting gesture. “Inside, hm.”
That’s when I notice Jason stepping out from behind the two deputies, Carl and Jessa, his eyes puffy and bloodshot, his face drained of color like he’s about to be sick.
