Chapter Five
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EversinceIwasa kid, my hands had to be busy fixing things or I was a grumpy motherfucker. Didn’t matter what it was, my brain liked to figure out what made it tick, and my hands liked to put the broken pieces back together.
Now that the deck next door was finished, I was working on my truck. It’d belonged to my granddad. On the outside, the age showed, but I’d restored all the inner workings myself. It was a constant work in progress, but I liked that.
My head was under the hood when I heard footsteps on the stained concrete garage floor. Expecting a pissed-off ice queen, I moved with wariness, dropping the hood and wiping my hands on a nearby rag.
Elena Sanderson was in my garage, checking out my tool bench. She dragged her manicured fingers over the shiny metal and picked up a wrench like she was checking the weight. Her back was to me, and if I hadn’t been on alert for her inevitable attack, I would have admired the hell out of her long, smooth legs showing under her tiny skirt. It'd been less than a day since those legs had been wrapped around me, and I hadn’t forgotten for a second how they’d felt.
“Need something?”
“Yes.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder, then turned the rest of the way around. There was no anger in her expression. No ice queen. Her plush lips were soft. Her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Closing the distance, her hands met my chest and slid up to hook around my neck. Her long fingers dug into the hair at my nape, pulling herself closer.
“More,” she breathed.
Her blue eyes were on fire, and not with anger. Elena was wanting, and she’d come to me to slake her need. Her fingers were demanding, trying to yank me down to her mouth. That wasn’t how I worked, though. I didn’t give in to the demands of spoiled little princesses.
“You want more of my cock?”
She nodded, breathless already. “I do.”
“Ask.”
Her pink lips parted, and a rush of sweet breath brushed across my chin. “Please.”
It was barely a whisper, but the ache behind that one word was a direct hit to my cock. That ache was mine, and I was gonna make it better.
“C’mere.”
She jumped at the same time I grabbed her, lifting her into my arms. Her legs wound around me, and her hungry mouth fastened to mine. I walked her to the nearest wall, pressing her back into it, my erection against her hot little cunt. I could feel her, the heat between her legs seeping through the cotton of my shorts.
Skirt around her waist, I reached beneath her, pushing her panties aside. Bare, slick skin met mine. Her folds were soaking. Her clit was already throbbing. She’d worked herself up before she’d gotten here, had built herself into a frenzy.
Her mouth was busy on mine, sweet and demanding, that tongue plundering, tasting, battling. I let her have her way, gave her control of the kiss, since she’d been so sweet, asking for what she wanted.
My finger slid into her, deep as I could get it. She moaned against my lips, tugging harder on my hair. I gave her little ass a smack and slammed my finger into her, twisting and curling. Her legs trembled around me, then tightened, her heels digging into my back. I kept going, working her up. And she liked it, mewling so sweetly. This was a side of her I’d never seen. A side she never showed. My seat was front row now, and I couldn’t stop watching.
“Lachlan…fuck me.” Her words were thick with need. Her pussy was dripping down my fingers. Hottest thing ever, this difficult woman begging for what she wanted. What only I was capable of giving her.
We didn’t need to talk. She told me what she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it. In my mind, yesterday had been a one-off, a period at the end of a week of battling and flirtation. Now that she was here, asking for more, I realized I wasn’t done with her yet either.
I unsnapped my shorts and tugged down the zipper, freeing my cock. If I were smart, I’d go inside and grab a condom. But I had a hot pussy begging for me, fluttering for what I could give her, and there was no amount of logic that would take me away from that.
Her head fell back against the wall, watching me from under heavy-lidded eyes. So fucking pretty, so damn hot, this girl. I never let myself look at her. Now would be the only time I’d indulge in studying the heart shape of her face, the spray of freckles across her nose, the way her lips formed a perfect little rosebud. More than pretty, Elena was gorgeous and sexy.
My tip lined up with her addictive heat. She tilted her hips forward, and it was all the invitation I needed. One rough jerk, and I slammed home. She squealed at the intrusion and grappled with her hands on my shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh shit.”
“That’s right, Ellie. You’re in trouble now. Gonna get what you came for, girl.”