Page 30 of The Right Woman

Her words are cut off when Jim announces his arrival, and we both jump at his voice. “Put it in bay two, Jim.”

Once in the garage, he gives me a nod and lines it up perfectly for me. I open the hood of Piper’s car after paying Jim for his services. Then he’s heading out for the night with a tug on the brim of his baseball cap.

“Sit,” I command, snapping my fingers and pointing to the chair in the corner.

“Yes, boss.”

My lips tug up into a smirk at Piper’s rebellious lip, but I’ll let her get by tonight, considering what she’s been through. Though I wish she’d tell me more. Maybe that’s a problem. This need I already feel tugging at my insides to get to know her on a deeper level. I’m way past just wanting to fuck her for fun. I shouldn’t have gone back for seconds.

She curls up in the chair and swivels back and forth, her fingers catching on the side bench to propel her. “So, how long have you had this place?”

Thinking over the recent past, it seems time has slipped by too quickly. “About five years. Avery was around seven, and Odin was just a tiny guy at three. Or four.”

Almost mumbling, she glances down at her feet. “Your daughter’s nice. I like her.”

I meet her eyes with a furrowed brow, confused about when she would have spoken to my daughter.

“She came over to the library with…your wife.”

Is there jealousy behind her tone? I straighten up and tap on the block with a wrench. “Ex-wife.”

“She’s beautiful.”

My cheeks hurt, trying to contain the smile tugging at my lips. That’s envy, most definitely. “You want to look in here with me?”

She shrugs and gets up, her flip-flops slapping against the concrete as she wanders nearby. I start pointing out stuff on the engine for her to learn and she seems surprisingly interested.

Behind us, a dark Buick crawls by the end of the drive, as if scanning the signs out front. I check the clock on the back wall. It’s nearly eleven now, so not sure why they’re pulling up this close. My neck muscles creep toward my ears, but Piper doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

Her little body leans over the engine as I cast another glance at the car. As soon as I see the window lower, instincts take over. I grip Piper by the waist and haul her in front of me, lying us on the ground just in time.

Shots ring over our heads, bullets striking her windshield and plinking off the garage bay. Shattered glass erupts like a torrent of snowflakes around us. Absolute wrath fills me to the brim until my face is flushed hot. With my heart thundering in my ears, I scramble off her and head toward the cabinet where my gun is, grabbing it as the car tires squeal on the pavement.

“Stay down,” I yell at her as I march down the street, aiming my sights on the back windshield. I fire off one shot, but the car is too far away for me to clip it. Piper screams and shuffles underneath the car before I hurry back and lower the bay door.

The shop isn’t in abadarea, but it’s not in a great one, either. Random drive-by? Was the bullet meant for me? And for what reason?

By the time I secure everything, I sit on the floor and pull Piper out by an ankle, then place her on my lap. She clings to me like a koala, her body shaking as she murmurs against my neck. “What the fuck?”

My hands stroke her short hair until she pulls back to gaze into my eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Her bottom lip quivers as her chest rises rapidly, and instead of being rational, my dick decides now is a fantastic time to harden. I can’t contain myself any longer.

With all my strength, I gather her up and force my mouth onto hers. Our kiss is violent and brutal, teeth getting in the way as our tongues collide and battle. She tastes like honey, warm and sticky sweet. Just as addictive as I’ve imagined. The growls erupting from my chest pummel down my waist to my groin until my dick fills with all the blood rushing from my head. My hips buck up against her as she swivels hers against me.

Nipping her bottom lip, I grip her neck and press my forehead to hers. “Take my cock out and get on it. Now.”

Her fingers hurriedly plunge between us as she undoes my jeans, then tugs my dick out of my boxers. Sliding my palms underneath her skirt, my finger hooks in her panties to push them aside. Little nails dig into my shoulders as she hovers over me, giving me the most sultry fucking look I’ve ever seen before she slowly eases down onto my length, her soaked and tiny cuntgripping the crown so tight, I lose a breath. “Shit, Rosy. You’re sodamntight.”

She bounces up on me once, then slides down again, trying to get comfortable. “No. You’re just sodamnhuge. God! My daddy’s cock is too big for my little pussy.”

I almost come right there. “Fuck, Piper.”

She giggles as I throb inside her comforting walls, my balls already primed to explode.

“Do I need to clean out your mouth, dirty girl?”

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