If he couldn’t get her to talk about what happened and why she was acting more skittish than normal, then he would keep her by his side.
As they passed Mac at the front desk, the man raised his brows at her appearance. “Grab me the smallest set of coveralls you can find,” Nox told him as they entered the shop.
“Wow,” she cooed. When he looked back at her, he saw her gaze riveted to the car and engine he was fixing up.
“You know what that is?” he asked her. She shook her head no. “A sixty-six Chevelle. Mint condition, all original parts. Seats were just reupholstered to their original glory.” He was shocked at how riveted she was to what he was saying. He didn’t figure her for having an interest in cars.
“And you’re building an engine?”
“Yes and no. It’s the same engine, I’m just modifying it. Replacing a few old parts with new ones. It’s still the original V-8 as when the owner bought it.” He smiled, hoping not to have confused her too much.
“Here ya go, boss.” Mac interrupted them, handing him the coveralls.
“Thanks, Mac.” The man lingered as
Nox led Soph to the bathroom to put them on. “Slide these over that pretty dress,” he said. As she closed the door behind her, he turned around to see the young mechanic still standing there. “Something I can help you with, Mac?” he asked, a bite in his tone.
“Uh,” he seemed to be dumbstruck before shaking the cobwebs from his brain, “Who is she?”
Nox didn’t hesitate in answering. “My girl. She comes in here, no one messes with her.”
“You got it, boss,” he agreed, walking away.
Some of his guys were real dicks. Soph was pin-up perfection as far as he was concerned. Her light hair, innocent aura, and flared dresses were perfect drooling material for them all. Thank God, she hadn’t worn her typical pumps coming in, or he didn’t think Mac would have been nearly as gentlemanly as he’d seemed.
“I guess my chucks match this, at least.” Sophia’s laughter had him turning around.
“I’d like to see it with the pumps, still.” He winked, she blushed. “Come here, sweet girl.” His arms were held wide for her.
She drifted into him. Effortless. Like they were meant to be in each other’s arms. Her deep inhale as she rubbed her nose into his neck went to his head a little. Knowing she was trying to imprint his scent on her synapses was intoxicating.
Pulling back reluctantly, he led her by the hand to the bench with his tools and the engine. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her to sit on a cleared spot beside the engine.
“Damn do you look stunning,” he muttered.
Seeing her prim and proper next to his dirty tools and a broken engine, the way her milky skin shined, was a massive turn on.
The look in Lennox’s gaze was predatory. His fists clenched at his sides.
“Lennox?” she whimpered.
He didn’t answer her, instead walking forward and capturing her mouth in a soul-defining kiss. The intensity rolling off of him in waves made her shiver in response as she tried to work her mouth with his.
He didn’t let her. He easily took all control of the act. Devouring every last inch of her while smoothing his hands up her back to grip the ends of her thick hair, he pulled her head back, exposing the length of her throat. His entire mouth landed wide over her pulse, sucking to the point she knew he was going to leave a mark.
“Lennox,” she moaned, squirming in his tight embrace.
“Damn, we got our very own pin-up girl.” A man’s voice broke the moment. Embarrassment seared her cheeks in flaming red.
A deep growl left Lennox as he turned, blocking her from the other person’s view. “Watch your fucking mouth, Joey,” he snapped. So much anger in his tone.
A pregnant silence ensued.
“Girls don’t belong here,” the man, Joey, barked back.
She was feeling uncomfortable as Lennox stepped forward, getting into the guy’s face. Before he said anything, one of his brothers, Lochlan, she thought, showed up, “Yo, Nox, what’s going on?” he tried to ask diplomatically.
“Just Joey being a dick again.”