Page 30 of Fueled Fury

Steering into the garage, I shut off the car and hurry to my bedroom. Even after I’m under the hot stream of water, the weight of disappointment still smothers me. I want to talk to my dad. I want to ask him questions. I want to share the disappointment with him, ask him what to do next because consistently running the same track (and losing) isn’t getting the job done. He implanted the bug, but he won’t help me squash it. And I shouldn’t need his help.

After pulling on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank, I double-check the bedroom door (again) to be sure it’s locked and climb into the bed. There’re a few light taps on the door, but I let them go unanswered. I don’t know who’s on the other side, and I don’t know who I want to find standing there when I open it. Tossing and turning for hours, I finally throw the comforter off of me and peek out my bedroom door. The house is quiet, so thankfully, everyone appears to be in bed for the night.

My bare feet silently tiptoe over the hardwood floor as I make my way to the garage and slip inside. Hesitantly, I flip on the light switch before walking over to the bay containing Lucy. She’s right where I left her. I’d had an irrational fear that I’d walk into the garage and she’d be gone, just like at the track last night. Part of me wonders if it wouldn’t have been better for Austin to have not given her back, then I wouldn’t know that I’m not good enough to win.

Walking across the smooth, cool cement, I stop in front of her. Reaching in the grill, I pull the latch and pop the release before lifting the hood up to look at the shiny, perfect engine parts. There’s nothing wrong, no signs of anything amiss, but I check the fluid levels then move on to the tires, twisting and tightening random bolts and lug nuts. I recall the routine maintenance check that David instructed me on. I’d planned to ask my dad to show me that stuff, but all he wanted to do was lecture me about why I didn’t need Lucy and why I should get a sensible car or truck. Anything besides a sports car.

But I need Lucy. Not because she’s fast, because she’s reliable, even after years of being on the road with her previous owner; even when I let her down time and time again, she still doesn’t let me down.

Closing the hood as quietly as possible, I see it’s too late to worry about waking anyone.

“Go away.” I move to the side of my car, lock the door and close it. When I turn, he’s still there. “Austin, please.”

“I’m here to help.”

A sarcastic chuckle leaves my mouth. “Yeah. I’m sure you are.”

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk.” In my attempt to walk past him, he snatches my wrist, pulling me back to slam against his hard chest.

“I’m trying. Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”

“Yeah, you’re just the picture of cooperation. Super easy to deal with, right Dr. Frankenstein?”

Anger flashes across his face as his arms reach behind me, cupping my ass to lift me from the ground. Instinctively, my legs hook around his waist as he pulls me closer to him. The hard bulge in his jeans pushes against my sex as he lets out a growl. His mouth moves to my neck as he walks towards the back of my car. Setting me down on the trunk, his fingertips snake up my back, entangling in my hair as he jerks my head back. “It’s taking everything I have not to put my lips over yours, shut that pretty mouth up for once.” He leans forward as my muscles tense, my fingers clutching his shoulder. I wonder for a quick second if he’ll do it. If he’ll take the choice from me. But I know better, and he proves me right as he speaks. “But not until you tell me to kiss you. Until then”—his hand drops between my thighs—“I’ll settle for a taste of these lips. Right here. Right now. You have less than a second to decide if that’s what you want and fucking say it.”

Even through the thick fleece of my pajamas, I feel him, and I want to feel more. I want to feel anything other than defeated and unworthy.

He moves his hand away, withdrawing his touch. Teasing.

I pull him closer to me and say, “Yes.”

A triumphant grin covers his face as his fingers hook in the waistband of my pajamas, hauling them and my panties down my legs as I lift, allowing him to pull them off. His eyes lock with mine as his palms push against each of my knees, slowly parting my legs. His sexy smile grows as he bends forward, my fingers sliding into his hair, guiding his mouth exactly where he was heading, exactly where I want him. His mouth moves between my thighs, his tongue licking across the spot that makes me feel like I’m floating. My head falls back, my other arm braces me, keeps me from toppling backward on the trunk of the car. Slipping a finger inside me, my hips grind against his mouth as he flicks his tongue over my clit before sucking it between his lips. Gripping his hair with both hands, my back arching towards him, I want to feel more of him, want him inside me. But I can’t find my words. His touch heightens every good feeling inside me before pulling an orgasm from me. His movements slow as pleasure flows through me. But I want more.

Guiding him up, I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head as his tight expression possesses mine.

“You have less than a second to fuck me before I change my mind.”

He surges forward, one hand lifting my tank top off, the other cupping my breast as his mouth finds my nipple, harshly sucking before nipping with his teeth and then releasing it.

Reaching down to his pants, he quickly unbuttons them, shoves them and his boxer briefs down before kicking them off from around his ankles.

His hands slide under my ass, lifting me off the car. Setting me on my feet, he guides me to turn. His hard chest presses against my back as he moves forward, bending me over my car. His tongue flicks across my neck, his teeth playfully biting. His hands cover mine as he places them on the trunk lid, my fingers gripping the fiberglass.

Austin runs his hands up my arms and along my sides until his fingers dig into my hips at the same time as he thrusts forward, his hard cock driving into me. A moan leaves my mouth, and my forehead drops forward to meet the cool surface of Lucy’s trunk.

He curses under his breath, his body tensing when he remains still for a second before pulling nearly all the way out of me and then plunging forward. Holding onto the car, I push back as I meet each thrust, thoroughly relishing in him filling me. The only thing I’m thinking about is how he’s making me feel right now. Full, worthy, wanted.

“Austin,” I breathe, not sure I can take more pleasure but wanting it all the same, needing it. Needing him. “Harder.”

He drives harder, quicker, thrusting into me before letting out a low growl and pulling out. A warm sensation spreads across my lower back, but I’m more concerned with the emptiness of him not being inside me, not filling me.

Heavily breathing, he remains still for a few seconds before reaching to the pile of clothes on the floor. Snatching his T-shirt, he drags it across my back, removing him from my skin.

Quickly grabbing my tank and pajamas, I pull them on while looking around the freakin’ garage. We just had sex in the garage.

“Lainey.” Austin is apparently unbothered as he stands still fully nude.