Edison bit my earlobe. He gripped my ass so hard that his nails dug into my skin. When his mouth found my nipples again and he sucked with renewed vigor, I was in for it. I was done.
I came so hard that I felt like I might have split myself in two. My orgasm was ferocious, more like a comet hitting the earth than a pretty meteor shower. I shook with the tremors that racked my whole frame, while my pussy contracted around his dick, milking, still fucking begging.
When Edison came, he didn’t pull out. He shoved farther inside me as he growled in my ear and eventually bit down on my shoulder.
I felt the heat of him spurt into my need. I didn’t pull away. I held fast to his huge arms and wrapped my legs behind his perfect ass as he exhausted himself inside me.
Apparently nothing was getting fixed today; I was just climbing deeper into this catastrophe we’d started.
9
Edison
I left her after our round of mind-shattering sex. Not because I want to but because I had work to do. I wasn’t even supposed to be in Springfield, but I’d made the six-hour drive because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Laney Mills had me tied up in knots. And I happened to be the asshole ruining her business plan with my shop—and the expansion I had envisioned before I met her. Talk about life throwing a wrench in your plans. Sure, I wanted to move to Springfield, to eventually settle down. I just never could have predicted this specific scenario—that I’d get embroiled with my own competition.
How could I have imagined it, when not many women even work in the field? What I heard from the guys at the shop was that Laney was incredible at what she did—what we all did.
I scrubbed my fingers through my hair in frustration as I sped down the highway. I was tempted to call Ethel and complain, but I was afraid he’d just be a dick about it. Call me whipped or make fun of the fact that I was so taken with someone it was making me miserable.
Fuck.
I was miserable. To be driving away from her. To be running her business into the ground by stealing her clientele. I was so into her, I could think of nothing else, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d run my own company into the ground, thanks to fucking obsessing about her.
Later that week, I scratched the plan for another shop in Springfield. The town didn’t warrant three, and it was a pipe dream anyway, an excuse to give me the freedom to finally move there. I loved the Valley, and I even liked being near my little brother. Maybe I needed to toughen up and go find something else to drive myself crazy with. Maybe I should cancel our date and never let myself see her again.
Cherry.
Her lips. Her bright eyes with those long lashes. Her blush. Her fucking body that was made purely of dynamite and addictive substances. I loved that she was smart, funny, and how she wasn’t afraid to be herself. What she’d done with her life took guts—and she had them in spades. I was hard again thinking about those curves under her work clothes, how she always had both flour and grease on her forearms and her face. Laney was the kind of girl who would make a fantastic partner. I gripped the steering wheel so hard, my knuckles were white, not to mention my cock was hard again. I didn’t think it could take any more, but there it was, pressing against my jeans from a one second blip of remembering her ass.
Shit.
I slammed my palm on the steering wheel.
I didn’t even know what this woman wanted from me. Should I call her? Should I send her roses? Or did she want me to leave her the fuck alone and close my shop so hers could flourish?
Whatever the hell this was—it wasn’t an easy fix.
10
Laney
I couldn’t believe I was so depraved that I had sex in my own garage—with the door open, no less. I quickly destroyed the security tape, erasing the entirety of today. God forbid anyone ever got their hands on my foray into real dirty talk. The memory alone made me break out in a sweat and goosebumps. Maybe I was sick. Not like a sick-o, which was already well-established—thank you, Edison. But sick like with the flu, because ever since that explosive hookup, I’d been feeling pretty queasy.
I’d been squashing all sorts of lingering fantasies in my head. Roads was out to destroy me, and this affair was just my way of getting close to him, finding his Achilles heel. Once I knew his weak spots, I could take him down—well, at least his franchise in Springfield. I was here first; I’d lived here my whole life. I wasn’t about to change careers at twenty-eight or turn The Lace Garage into a full-time bakery. Cars were my passion. Baking was a hobby. Leave it to me to finally meet a man I was interested in who turned out to be the one person who controlled my future more than anyone else. He could push me over into bankruptcy with a single weekly flyer sale.