Page 28 of Seeking Vengeance
“They didn’t distract you enough to make you hurt yourself,” he growled. “I’m running a business here, not a goddamn peep show. Save it for Angels, sweetheart.”
The flush rose in her face, across her neck, down through her chest. She tilted her chin defiantly and set her shoulders back.
* * *
In response,Sean rose to his full height and looked down at her. She was so fucking hot, hands on hips, glaring up at him. From this angle, he could just about see the dark rosy edges of her nipples peeking out of the push-up through the unzipped coveralls. Her chest was heaving in outrage.
It was all he could do to stay in his office when she’d shown up, dressed like he imagined her in one of his fantasies. He’d wanted to gouge the eyes out of every man who dared to look at her and then carry her out over his shoulder. His dick had been rock hard all week, the ache in his balls worsening with every shift.
But this? This was too much.
Something in him snapped. A second later, his hands were around her upper arms, yanking her against him. His mouth descended upon hers, teasing it open with the force of his tongue, taking instant and total possession of her mouth.
The exquisite taste of her exploded in his mouth and made him groan as he demanded more. After the initial shock, he felt her open to him, felt her tongue sweeping against his, felt her hands splayed against his chest, nails curling into his flesh like claws through his shirt. The sensations overwhelmed him. He palmed her ass and pulled her up against him, grinding his iron-hard cock right where it wanted to be. Colors burst behind his eyes as a raw, primal need bubbled up inside, consuming him, demanding that he bend her over the desk and take her right then and there.
He felt her body tense against his, felt her ass clench in his large hands as he rocked against her. The softest cry left her lips and went right into his seconds before her body relaxed. He knew that sound, knew that look on her face. He’d made her come again.
Alarm bells rang in his head. It took him a while to realize that the sound was the repeated honking and hooting from within the bays as the men watched through the wall of glass separating them from the office. Except for Nick. Nick looked like he wanted blood.
Somehow, Sean managed to break away and look down. Nicki seemed just as taken aback as he was, but before long, the shock in her eyes changed to fear. Real fear.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he growled, pushing himself back. His voice was rough; it was a struggle not to grab her, pull her back, and finish what he’d started.
Nicki didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her jacket and ran for the door, nearly plowing over a customer in the process.
Seconds later, he heard the sweet purr of her homemade Ducati as she tore from the garage like a bullet.
Minutes later, he heard the angry wail of police sirens—they often set up a speed trap just up the road—even as he registered Nick cursing up a storm and mounting his own bike in pursuit.
* * *
Nicki crouchedlow and opened up the throttle, moving so fast that everything around her became a blur. She gave herself over to it, relaxing, letting her natural instincts take over. If she thought about it too much, she would wreck the bike, kill herself, and probably take out several innocents in the process.
It was only when she exhausted herself, when her legs and arms were numb from the biting cold and her death clutch on the machine, that she finally slowed and began to look for a place to pull over. She found one near the top of the mountain, an old hunter’s trail by the looks of it. She coasted to a stop and then dismounted, walking the bike back far enough that it couldn’t be seen from the road.
What the hell had happened?It wasn’t like her to lose control like that. From the moment Sean had touched her, she’d been lost, unable to stop what her rational mind knew was total insanity. He could have done anything, and she would have been powerless against him. Something about being in Sean Callaghan’s arms disabled her defenses and melted the cold, hard shields she’d built over the years. What had made him pull away before things went any farther, she didn’t know. But she was glad at least one of them had been able to.
It was one kiss. Just one kiss. One totally claiming, life-altering kiss from the only man in this world who had the potential to shatter her soul. But it had been enough to know that she could never, ever let it happen again. She needed to finish what she had come here for and get the hell out.
* * *
Sean sat aloneat the far end of the bar. He tossed back the shot and relished the burn, replaying the event in his head.What the fuck had happened?He’d never felt such a sudden, vehement loss of control. He likened it to cruising along on his Harley—sun shining, road clear, wind in his hair, perfectly content—and getting instantly and cripplingly blindsided by a Mack truck.
She was just a woman. Awoman. His lead mechanic’s sister, for Christ’s sake. So what if she was the hottest, sexiest, softest, best-looking, -tasting, -smelling female he’d ever come across?
He ran his hand through his hair, stopping after the third or fourth time when he realized what he was doing. It was a gesture he’d seen his brothers adopt one by one. Jake, the weekend Taryn showed up at his pub. Ian, the night Lexi returned to Pine Ridge. And Michael, the day after he first drove Maggie home. He’d abused them mercilessly about it, but each of them had simply smiled knowingly, as if being driven to such distraction was a badge of honor. As iftheywere the lucky ones.
The implications hit him solidly and without warning.Oh, hell no.
“Did you see that?” Jake smirked, nudging Ian.
Ian’s grin was far too wide and knowing. “Yep, sure did.”
“Fuck you,” Sean replied miserably.
“Sean’s found his woman. Welcome to the club, brother,” Jake said with a grin.
Sean decided to repeat the sentiment since they obviously hadn’t heard him the first time. “Fuck. You.”
