“Uh, thanks, Ms. Brooks, that’s very generous of you,” the one she called Cameron remarked.
“Ms. Brooks! It’s Harley, guys come on,” she said. Harley shook her head in disbelief.
“They don’t need sandwiches. Harley, go inside the house,” I told her.
After she left, I signed the receipts and wrote down the condition of the vehicles for insurance purposes.
“It’s like that, huh, Dunne?” The head Mr. Turner said, clearing his throat.
I shoved the papers back at him.
“Yeah, it’s like fucking that, and I’ll invite you right now to fucking say something to my face about it,” I spat at him.
“Brooks know?” he asked me as he inspected my signatures.
“I’m not answering to you. Get the fuck off this property before I put my fist through your skull.”
“Sweet piece of meat, but I wouldn’t touch her just because of the consequences,” Cameron had to add to make me blow my top. He tried to have the last word and haul his ass into the cab of the truck.
I saw red and tasted murder on my tongue. I flew to the cab and tore the young man from his seat and turned him out on the ground. I let him stand all the way up before I wound up and broke his nose in a punk shot, followed by an upper cut in the jaw. He reeled back and staggered into the grass clutching his bloody nose.
The Turners jumped into action and tried to pull me off of Cameron, but my punches to his head flew with a mind of their own and I heard the distinct crack of his orbital bone.
“Wyatt!” Harley screamed. The sound of her voice broke through all the shouting I was blocking out. I hadn’t even heard her come out of the house. When I looked to where she was standing, I realized she had a gun pointed at me. Her arms were outstretched and shaking as she squinted at me. It must have lain in the grass all night where she dropped it.
“Get the hell out here!” she yelled at the transport guys, motioning with her head toward the trucks. She kept her shaky aim trained on me and stared down the barrel of the gun.
“Pick him up, carry him if you have to,” she motioned to Cameron’s crumpled form in the grass. “Go!” she shouted at all of them.
I slowly stood up straight and raised my hands in surrender. I stared at Harley in shock and hate how much I’d fucked her life up in less than twenty-four hours.
When rage flooded my system, every man became one who’d wronged a woman, every man became the men who’d raped and killed Kat in my head. I lost sight of consequences, lost sight of what was really important to me.
“Harley,” I choked out.
“Get in the garage, close the doors,” she demanded. I stepped backwards into the garage with hands still held in surrender. The Turners hauled ass and pulled two transport trucks off the property in record time.
As the automatic doors of the garage came down, I saw my hands and shirt were spattered in yet another man’s blood. Harley stepped into the garage as the doors came down and placed the gun on top of an old oil drum.
“Harley,” I tried.
“Don’t talk,” she said. She came to me then and threw her arms around my neck, smashed her forehead to mine and held the back of my head so that I couldn’t avert my eyes.
“I know her death haunts you, but not every man is a predator, not every woman is a victim. If you make yourself relive this everyday by believing that true, you will never move on—those assholes will have taken you too.”
She was right. Harley was bold and fearless and so fucking smart. Adrenaline and exhaustion fought a battle in my blood stream and when Harley tilted her face to mine, I fucking devoured her.
I kissed her so ferociously, I drew blood. But she didn’t turn away from me. She wrapped her small hand around my erection through my jeans and thrust her tongue into my mouth shamelessly.
“Let me help you get some relief,” she said into our kiss. She unbuckled my fly and wasted no time in releasing my dick which was already swollen to ridiculous proportions just from her kiss, from the brush of her palm. It was straining, veins bulging and precum leaking from the tip, Harley fell to her knees and swallowed the head releasing it with a pop.
I grabbed my shaft and threw my head back. I was ruined by this girl. My life would never be the same again.
She bobbed on the bulbous head and gagged on my length, never swallowing her spit until my whole erection was lubricated. When I looked down she was looking up at me with blood on her face. I brushed the pads under her eyes where her makeup had smeared with tears. Then I grabbed the back of her head and controlled the depth as I fucked her gorgeous face.