Avenging Us (Rocker Series Book 3) (32 page)

I slid into the driver’s seat and hit the switch to lower the gull wing doors. Once the doors had retracted and locked, I popped the car into auto shift and headed out the executive entrance onto Wilshire Blvd. The car revved and shifted beautifully. I’d have to take it up to Laguna Seca to really open it up and see what it could do. The kid had told me the top speed was listed at 175 mph, but if the chip were changed, she’d top out at 206 mph.

“Just don’t tell anyone about that little modification, Mr. Cain, okay?” he asked.

He was a good kid and his old man was happy to do me a favor. Christ! I was twenty-seven years old and my dad was being a hard ass about buying the car for me. Though he did offer to let me use the bonus I always received at the end of the year… but he wasn’t going to buy it for me outright. He wanted his son to learn just how hard it was to earn a buck. He only had to look around at his rich friends with spoiled kids that never worked a day in their lives for the example of why something earned is way better than something given.

I went up the 110 south and headed for the 105 south toward LAX. Traffic was slower than a set of snails’ balls dragging on the asphalt. I mean, it was fucking slow. Here, I was driving a 200 mph thoroughbred and I’m doing 10 to 20 mph; it was a fucking joke really, but I wasn’t laughing anymore.

I tapped my hands against the steering wheel and flipped on the Harmon Kardon stereo system, loading the newest MP3 of Lethal Abel. It took seconds for the title track to load before the speakers started blasting my hair into the backseat. I had the system cranked, fuck! Might as well enjoy the ride seeing as I was going to be crawling up the freeway the rest of the day. Abel Gunner’s voice blasted out of the speakers as my fingers tapped along on the wheel, fine-tuning the audio system to wrap around Abel’s voice.
Fuck, buddy! Still sounds like you’re raging against the machine or some shit.
I thought I was listening to Trent Fucking Reznor or something. I smiled at my own dark humor as Abel’s voice slammed home, track after track into my subconscious. It was almost raw, primal even, as I sang dual harmony with the stereo system, reliving old times on the stage at Bar Sinister in Hollywood. Fuck! We were eighteen-year-old kids when we started playing together. Had it already been nine years? It seemed like a long time ago.

Now I was heading to LAX to come face-to-face with a ghost that was like a ticking time bomb in my gut, making me nervous. I looked in the rearview mirror as I finally went over the 405 freeway and headed into the home stretch for LAX. Genevieve baby… Fuck! I felt like I was twenty something, a naïve little punk, madly in love with the ideal woman, ideal for me anyway. I dropped the clutch and roared onto Sepulveda Blvd. Hitting the banking turn fast before shooting into the tunnel where the engine really roared. Abel’s voice merged with mine as we sang Tunnel Surfing together.

I felt the sweat forming on my palms and quickly grabbed a towel from the center console. I wasn’t going to let her see me nervous; although, I definitely was a walking stress case needing either a cold drink soon or a couple of pills to take the edge off. Since I wasn’t a pill popper, a cold drink after I picked her up from the airport was in order. Maybe we could hit Houston’s together? Last time we had gone, she had taken her shoes off while sitting across from me and used her feet to tease my cock through my trousers. I smiled at the memory, also realizing she probably wasn’t much of a meat eater now and all the carbs were probably a big no-no for a fashion model – but what the fuck did I know? Never hurt to ask her what she was thinking. Hoping she just states the obvious: “Can we get straight to fucking first?” was what I hoped she would say, but I’d let her make the first move in this match. I used to tease her that
she had me at Blowjob
. She always thought that was funny. It had become a running joke between us during foreplay.

I swung into the parking area for Bradley International Terminal arrivals and quickly found a parking spot. Checking myself before I got out of the car, I set the car to auto lock in fifteen seconds and stepped out, waiting for the locks and alarm to set, a wicked grin plastered on my face. Fuck, I love this car! I headed across the busy traffic circle to find her in the organized chaos that was LAX.

I felt like I was swimming upstream during spawning season. As soon as I stepped into the street crossing, I was inundated in a constant flow of people. It was fucking ridiculous. Christ! How many people can you jam onto a crosswalk at one time? I chuckled at the bad joke as I saw a small clearing of people; I wedged myself in and made it across. Not bad, I thought.

I made a beeline for the terminal entrance. It seemed like every airline attendant, stewardess, pilot, navigator, everyone was exiting the terminal. Shit! I must have caught a shift change. I scanned through the crowd looking for her, looking for my Genevieve, and just as I got past the flight crews, there she was. She came out of the terminal building and I locked onto her like a heat-seeking missile. Actually, my cock was doing the seeking, my brain was doing the looking, and the rest of me was along for the ride, fully taken hostage but not minding it at all. I saw her scanning the crowd and then she saw me.

She quickly started walking in my direction as I accelerated to match her pace. I had a million lame scenarios about our reunion and not one of them was fucking true for what actually happened. I had dreamed of seeing her and being the perfect gentleman, offering to carry her bag, open the door, smile at her and hold her hand, be polite – what a bunch of crap. Nothing could be further from the truth. Here’s how it went down. We met in front of the terminal. She dropped the bag on the ground next to her feet and put her arms out to give me a hug. I reached forward, yelled Genevieve, and pulled her into me. Before she could blink or get a word in edgewise, I swooped in and kissed her as if our lives depended on it. She melted against the intensity of that kiss – it was unforgettable!

We just stood there, making out for a good minute before we finally, slowly separated and then she said, “Fuck!” All I could do was smile at her. I picked up her bag, slid my arm around her waist and we headed back into the flow of humanity, walking toward my car. My fingers clicked the remote quietly, making the car doors move up and off their track. The doors rose as if they were a pair of woman’s legs, spread and waiting. Genevieve smiled at me and pointed at the car doors, laughing.

“Looks familiar,” she said, pointing between her legs and laughing uproariously.

I laughed with her and as she slid into the Aston Martin with almost a languid grace. I watched her through the window as her eyes admired the black leather seats, running her fingers over the center console buttons – I’d find her buttons soon enough. I slid in next to her, my hand reaching across the console and hitting the auto tint function, making the windows dark as night. As my hands slid onto her knees, I gave her a wicked grin and she didn’t disappoint, moaning as soon as my fingers found her flesh.

I watched her bite her lower lip as my hands slid up her skirt. She leaned across to kiss me as my thumb found her swollen clit through her black satin lace panties.

“Damn, I love it when you’re this soaked, baby; time to get you drenched.”

I smiled at her as she let out a very audible moan and bit on my lower lip, her tongue dancing with mine. I wasted little time grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, my mouth finding the soft skin of her neck, teasing her with my tongue, licking her soft skin as I felt her whole body tremble. My lips sucked hard and my tongue moved up and down, each kiss soaking her more even as I teased her pussy through the lacy fabric. Genevieve moaned even louder as my fingers slid down her back, undoing the buttons on her dress. She let it fall across her shoulders as my hands firmly pulled it down to her waist. I looked at her body appreciatively, my eyes locking onto hers and she quickly undid the center clasp of her black lace bra and let her full breasts spring free.

I ran my hands over the soft contours of her breasts, each touch sending shivers through her entire body. I carefully moved my fingers over the soft skin, my mouth gliding over the surface, licking the areola, my mouth teasing, tongue darting everywhere, and her whole being wanting me. I heard her gasp as my lips found her nipples, sending an electric current through her whole body. I didn’t just suck on them; I fucking devoured them. My lips and teeth biting on them, listening to her moan and scream as my hand grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her ankles. Her legs, quickly parting letting my fingers slide into her soaked core. My mouth never left her tits as I bit down hard. She screamed as I slid my fingers in and out of her. The moment was singular as was the pleasure. Her pussy throbbed as I added a third finger. I felt her body arch into my hand, muffling her screams as she rode my fingers to her first climax. Her whole body was shaking; the desire to have me fuck her in the car was overwhelming.

I wanted to bang the shit out of her right then and there, no doubt about it. I was undeterred as I continued to slide my fingers deep into her steaming wetness, running them along the walls and roof, finding the rough spot. I expertly manipulated her, watching as she rode my hand like a demon. Her juices running all over my fingers and down her thighs, moving with mechanical precision even as my mouth glided up to her lips, biting and sucking, whimpering as she spread her legs even wider, she was splayed over the entire console, completely surrendering to me.

I didn’t miss a beat as I felt the orgasm building inside of her. She grabbed my head, clawing and scratching me. I felt her nails raking across my back.

Looking into her eyes, I said, “Mine!” firmly.

She nodded, whimpering as the orgasm washed over her; she rode the peak like a wave. She arched her back and screamed as my fingers rubbed her g-spot again. I felt her clamp down hard as she squirted all over my hands, the orgasm was as furious as it was electric; her body convulsed as she released. I feathered her wetness, pulling it all out of her; she wanted me to have it all.

“Take it, baby, it’s yours,” she screamed.

She arched her back to give me everything she had. She lay in the seat gasping, her dress soaked in her juices. I looked at her and bit her lip again, then lowered my mouth down to her breast, biting hard on the nipple. She gasped as if she had been electrocuted.

“Yours!” she said loudly.

I nodded at her. My fingers slid down to her ass; digging my fingers into her delicate flesh and spreading her cheeks, I slid a finger in. She gasped and moaned loudly.

“Mine,” I said loudly.

She nodded.

“Yours, baby, I’m all yours!”

I grinned my acceptance and she melted at the look. I started the car and headed out of the parking garage. No words needed to be said between us as we headed to my loft downtown. I left her undressed and Genevieve was in no hurry to get her clothes back on. My fingers played with her body, each touch leaving her craving more. I pinched her nipples, listening to her continual moans.

“You’re going to love when I clamp them, baby,” I said.

I heard her gasp, remembering how much she enjoyed having clamps on her nipples, it was making her even wetter, and her juices flowed onto her dress and the seat. My ministrations were leaving her a hot mess and I was relishing every moment of having her under my control again.

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