“I know.”
“You’ll die like the rest.”
“I know.”
“Is that what you want?” she asks, and the sky breaks apart as rain falls heavy on us.
“No,” I whisper.
“Then get the fuck out of here.”
I turn and race toward my garage. There’s a quiet-down room toward the back. I need my candy stash and to be alone, now more than ever. I just clear the doorway when the first crack of thunder shakes the metal buildings. A hand grabs me, and I’m shoved against the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” King roars in my face, and he looks pissed.
No, he’s furious at me.
“What?” I can’t for the life of me figure out what would garner this kind of anger from him. He’s here to protect me from a psychopath, not my own bad decisions. And to be honest, if someone could shoot me at the speed I was driving, then they deserve to win the fight.
“Are you serious?” His voice is eerily calm and quiet.
“Yes.”
“You could have fucking killed yourself!” he snarls. “Are you crazy?”
“No?”
“Was that a question?”
“To be honest, I have no idea,” I answer as honestly as I can, because really, I have no idea. I was stupid; I know. But no one got hurt. I pull in a deep breath before pushing it out. I feel no less frustrated with my life than I was before I hit the track. King isn’t helping. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. It was stupid to drive like that, but I’m fine, and so is everyone else. Now I have to take shelter until the lightning passes, so I’m going to do it in my down room.”
He just watches me for a bit before something seems to snap inside him, and he mutters, “Fuck it.”
“What?”
“You already hate me,” he says, catching me off guard.
“I don’t hate you.”
“So it won’t matter if I fuck you now. You can go back to hating me after,” he growls, and then he grabs me, moving quick as a cat, and wraps my legs around his waist before crushing his mouth down on mine. I can feel the hard length of him press against the apex of my thighs, and I can’t help but arch into him and feel his heat and hardness where I need him most.
As he kisses me, he trails his hands up and down my sides, lightly grazing the sides of my breasts. His touch heats me up from the inside out as I quickly catch fire.
I press my hands to the sides of his face to deepen the kiss and take control, but he’s not having it. Instead, he looks in my eyes, holding me prisoner, as he wraps a strong hand delicately around each of my wrists and lowers them to hold both together in one of his large hands. He looks to the side—what for, I have no idea. Or at least I don’t until I see him grab a length of tow rope from on top of a workbench. He wraps the end around one wrist and then the other, linking them together in front of me.
I gasp as I realize his intentions as he raises my arms over my head and loops the rope to a helmet hook on the wall. It’s just high enough that when he unwraps my legs from his waist, I have to stretch up on my tippy toes, but not enough that it’s terribly uncomfortable. I just watch as he dips his finger under the hem of my tank to glide over my belly as he pushes it higher and higher until it rests just above my breasts.
My sports bra zips up the front, and I hold my breath while he pinches the tiny metal pull between his thumb and index finger and slowly tugs it down until the material parts, exposing my breasts to his view and the cool air conditioning of the room.
He lightly trails the back of his hand over my breasts and down my belly, where he unties the arms of my fire-retardant suit from around my waist. He dips his hand into the front of my shorts underneath and parts me immediately. I feel my face flush at the thought of what I know he finds there—me wet and wanting. I squirm on my toes to try to take what I want, what I need, but it’s no use.
He pushes down on the heel of my boot with his, and when I pick my leg up, the boot drops to the floor. He moves to the second one and does the same. King pushes my suit and my shorts to the floor, and I step out of them, leaving me bare from the waist down. Only my shirt and bra remain on, but even that is in the loosest sense possible.
He takes a step back, and I watch with rapt attention as he stares at me. He takes me in, every inch, every nuance of me that is exposed to him. And then he unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper. His hard cock springs free, and I know he wants me with the same intensity that I want him. Maybe even more.
King grabs me by my outer thighs and swings me up so that I’m open to him. Between the way my arms are pinned to the wall above me and the way they he holds my legs, he has me anchored to him, for him. I’m his to do with as he pleases, and it’s both frightening and exhilarating.
“I shouldn’t want you,” he says, sounding just a little bit wild as he notches the very top of him to my opening, and then he drives in all the way to the very root of him, making me gasp. “But I can’t stay away.”
