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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lake
“How’s it going with that thing?” Ky asked when he walked in from his late lunch break finding me looking at Bridget’s car but not really working on it.
I took one look at his relaxed face and tousled hair and knew he’d taken his break with Chris. Working within walking distance to the compound had its perks. Not that you had to go back there. Clearly, there was a perfectly good break room here and I was sure I wasn’t the first person to get dirty in there.
Just thinking about it made the blood start to rush south and a smile to spread across my face. That dopey kind of smile.
I couldn’t get the image out of my head of her red ass streaked with black grease from my fingers.
“Lake?” Ky’s voice brought me crashing back down to earth.
“Oh, yeah.” I looked down at Bridget’s car which was one step closer to being done. “It’s going.” My shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug.
I didn’t want to. But I had no choice.
Because I knew as soon as it was done, she would be gone.
The sex in the break room had been an odd contradiction. There was something going on with her but I had a feeling she wasn’t ready to talk about it. Which said something because from what I’d seen so far, Bridget was an open book. She didn’t hide shit. All I could think was that she was having a hard time, just like I was.
It was definitely the most confusing sex I’d ever had. I mean, there was an easiness to it in the way that we just seemed to work really well together. And obviously, I wasn’t shy around her. Or maybe, my brain slipped into some other world. I had no clue how to explain it. But I could tell you that I’d never really thought about spanking someone before and that shit came out of nowhere. I hadn’t even realized I’d done it until the sting tickled my palm.
One minute I was there, pounding into her with everything I had, desperate to feel her clench around me as I watched her perfect ass jiggle with every thrust.
The next, well, my hand was leaving marks on one of those perfect ass cheeks.
But that wasn’t even it. There was something else there hidden under the brutal almost desperate fuck. It wasn’t desperate in a way that we needed anything to fill some sort of void or satisfy a lust driven need. No, it was desperate in the way that we both needed that punishing connection to prove to each other that we wouldn’t shatter.
But we did, in more ways than one.
I hated that she shut down on me.
I wanted to talk about it.
I could feel the end nearing with each second that ticked on and I kept searching for some little sign that she wanted me to beg her to stay. After what happened earlier, I wouldn’t even hesitate to do that.
But that just wasn’t the way life went sometimes.
You didn’t always get to keep all the pieces of your heart.
“You’re almost done with it, aren’t you?” Ky asked me and surprisingly his tone was a little soft. Like he knew what was running through my head at the moment.
“The last part should be here before close.” I swallowed hard.
I had thought it would have taken longer but it seemed like luck had been on Bridget’s side. And the car wasn’t as bad as I originally thought. While I wasn’t able to make it like new, I knew I’d be able to fix it up enough to get her home. Well, I hoped anyway. There was no telling what else might give out because the thing was seriously on its last leg.
I hated to think that the moment I got that part in my hands it was another couple of hours and I would no longer have an excuse to keep her here.
She wouldn’t have a reason to stay.
I knew she still had a case to solve, but if I was being honest, I felt like the whole thing was about to come to a close one way or another. Either she’d figure it all out or put the pieces together that there was nothing here. Which was what I was beginning to suspect from what she’d told me. That this was all a strange dead end.
I stayed in the garage long after the sun went down. Yeah, I was avoiding. Just a little. But I was also trying to ready myself for what was to come and sort out the mess in my head.
I ended up at the bar. Had two beers then walked my ass back to the clubhouse, where I flopped down on one of the couches and closed my eyes.
I wanted to go to my room and check on her but something stopped me. Maybe it was my heart cracking a little and the distance I needed to breathe. And I realized that was sappy as fuck but it didn’t make it any less true.
