Page 66 of Gather the Storm

He leaned in next to me and I felt the brush of his warm skin on mine, felt it in every sex-starved corner of my body.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just this.” He pointed to a tiny component with threads on one end, and I saw that it was crooked, like a screw that had been slightly misaligned. “It’s supposed to be like this.”

He pulled the piece out and put it back in so that it was straight.

“Oh, got it. What is it?” I wondered if he could hear the shallowness of my breathing, the catch in my breath.

Either the smell of oil was going to my head or I was dangerously close to Otis and I was willing to bet my inheritance that it was the second one.

“Spark plug,” he said.

I straightened and tried to put a few more inches between us, not because I wanted to but because I was afraid if I didn’t I was going to do something really embarrassing, something that would mortify me later, like a drunk who woke up the next day with a vague memory of puking all over the guy of her dreams or singing “Dancing Queen” at karaoke.

I almost thought it had worked. Then he reached past me to lower the hood on the Mustang.

His face was inches away, half of his chest and one thigh pressed against my body. I froze and he turned his face toward me. I was close enough to see the gold flecks in his eyes, to smellthe beer on his breath, which strangely only made me want him more.

His long blond hair hung over one eye and I reached up to push it back, like a marionette with no control over my movements.

He reached up with one oil-stained hand and slid his hand into the hair at the back of my head. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

It was a declaration I didn’t have a chance to consider. One minute he was saying it and the next his lips were on mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he lifted me onto the hood of the Mustang.

My thighs opened of their own accord. My body knew what I was doing even if my mind didn’t.

Or maybe it just didn’t want to know.

He laced his hands behind my knees without breaking our kiss and pulled me closer until he was wedged tight between my thighs. I felt the rigid shaft of his dick against my hungry cunt and slid my hands over the peaks of his muscled chest, then laced my hands behind his neck.

His hands slid over my tits, then pulled down my cami. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to object to the fact that my tits were on display.

I just wanted more.

I got it a second later when he cupped my boobs with his big hands and squeezed my nipples as his tongue made urgent strokes through my mouth, stoking the fire building at the center of my body.

I hooked my ankles around his legs to lock him in place, then slid one of my hands between our bodies to cup his hard dick.

He groaned into my mouth, then pulled away while I massaged him over his jeans.

“Fuck, Daisy.” He put his face between my tits and nuzzled. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about kissing you? About your hand on my cock?”

He held one of my tits in his hand and sucked my nipple.

I didn’t recognize the strangled moan that traveled up my throat. “No.”

“A long time,” he said. “Alongfucking time.”

I was grinding against his cock, getting myself off with no shame, my fingers entwined in his long blond hair while he sucked my tit.

I was on erotic overload: the Mustang’s warm metal under my ass and the smell of motor oil and Otis’ sweat, his slick skin under my hands while his tongue invaded my mouth, the rhythm of my hips and the heat of his mouth on my nipple all making me want to come.

I was past the point of no return, working the friction on my clit, climbing the peak of my orgasm when I heard the voice behind Otis.

“If I’d known work on the house included getting Daisy off, I would have said no.”

Otis pulled his mouth off my tit and glanced over his shoulder, giving me a clear view of Jace, glaring like he wanted to set fire to us both with his eyes.

Chapter 33

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