Page 11 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
So instead of storming back inside and handling things with my fists, I step into the shadows and wait. I can practically feel the steam coming off my head as I fight back thoughts of Tyler putting his hands on Mira. Has she let him yet? Or is she holding out for marriage? She is only eighteen, and it’s not like Tyler is the most charming guy in the world.
No, I believe she’s innocent. That sweet valley between her thighs is still unclaimed and will be mine. It’s only a matter of time.
Two hours later, Tyler and his crew stumble out of Jayne’s and into the night air, laughing like drunks, vaping like tools, and strutting around like they own the land the bar was built on. Tyler pulls out his phone and sends a text while muttering something about “keeping the fiancée happy.”
More lies.
My pulse beats heavily as I watch him from the darkness, eyes narrow and jaw clenched tight.
“I’ll get an…fucking Uber home,” he mutters to his friends as they hop in an Audi. Drunk sons of bitches will probably end up killing themselves or someone else.
I wait until Tyler’s ride shows up, get on my bike, and follow. Quietly. Carefully. Keeping a good distance as he heads through downtown and then up the road toward Lake Chelcuya. Ten minutes later, he stops in front of a quaint little cottage on the edge of town. A blonde opens the door wearing a robe with clearly nothing else underneath. She kisses him like she hasn’t seen him in a month and moves his hands to her ass.
Ah, the loves-anal girl.
Tyler shows no shame as he gropes her and makes out with her, clearly not worried about anyone finding out.
Little does he know…
I pull out my phone and snap a picture of him kissing her, both hands hungrily grabbing her ass. Once he steps inside and closes the door, I pull away, heart racing with purpose.
Now it’s more than just wanting Mira for my own. It’s about saving her from this.
Fromhim.
Even if she resists. Even if she doesn’t want to be saved. I haven’t been able to catch a full breath since the first time I had her in the storage closet back at the shop, and I know I won’t be able to breathe again until she’s in my house, in my bed, and in my life for good.
I’m not a doctor, a lawyer, or whatever it is Tyler does, but I’m loyal. I’m strong. I have hands that fix things, a home that’s safe, and a heart that beats only for her.
You’re mine, Mira.
You just don’t know it yet.
But you will. Soon.
Verysoon.
5
FINN
I’m covered in grease,and sweat is dripping down my spine, but my hands are steady and firm as I wrench the bolt free. The metal of the engine groans in protest, as do I, as a dull ache runs through my back. I just ignore it. It’s nothing compared to the ache of loss I’ve felt every day since I last saw Mira.
The memory of her scent, her warmth, her taste, the sound of her voice—it’s been playing on a non-stop loop in my mind every moment we’ve been apart. I didn’t claim her behind Jayne’s on my bike, and goddamn it, I should have. She was so soft and sweet and innocent as she moaned on my cock while I slid it in and out of her tender lips.
Just knowing I had the opportunity right there and I blew it is like a sore that’s been eating away at me. My want for her has grown into something desperate. Aneed. And if I don’t do something about it soon, I’m going to fall apart.
But whatcanI do?
Go sit outside her house again until security shows up, or worse, she calls the cops on me? Sit outside Tyler’s office and wait to see if she goes to visit him? I don’t have the money, the power, or the influence her family does. I’m just a mechanic. Abiker. The bottom tier of society. If the Coolidges want me to end up as nothing more than a spot of dirt beneath their expensive shoe, then that’s what I’ll be.
No, I have to play this one right. Carefully.
But no matter what, Iwillmake Mira mine.
The sound of a car engine outside causes me to look up from the bike I’m working on. I wipe my hands on a rag, and my heart skips a beat when I see a Benz pull into the lot—a Benz I’ve seen before.
Mira.
