Rock Chick 08 Revolution (47 page)

Zach looked disbelieving.

He also looked angry.

Shit.

I hadn’t seen him since that night at Club. I
had
seen Helen, and I knew she was now with another guy, this one
nice, cool and, big bonus, not a cokehead.

“Jesus, Ally,” he clipped, moving into our serene romantic secluded
spot in a way that made my back go straight, Ren’s hand tighten in mine and the
air around us turn heavy. Zach ignored all this and leaned deep into me. “You
know, that was five hundred dollars-worth of product you made me drop in the
john.”

Before I could say anything, Ren ordered, “Step back.”

Zach completely ignored Ren and kept his angry attention on me. “And
Helen kicked me out. I was
this close
,”
he held a thumb and forefinger half an inch apart, about double that away from
my face, and I felt the air turn stifling, “from asking her to marry me.”

Again, before I could retort, and I had some doozies, Ren got there.

“Get your hand outta my woman’s face,” he growled.

Zach, apparently not feeling or not understanding the vibe in the air
or the tone of Ren’s voice, turned his head to him.

“Fuck off,” he snarled at Ren. “Got something to say to this bitch.”

That was when it happened. And it happened so quickly, if I had
blinked, I would have missed it.

And what happened was that Ren let my hand go and his shot up and out.
He cupped the back of Zach’s head and slammed him face first, fast and hard
enough to make a sickening thud, into our table.

His fingers gripping Zach by the hair, he pulled him back. Zach
blinking and his nose bleeding, Ren brought him to within an inch of his face.

“That’s a start,” Ren whispered scarily, “Do you get me?”

“Yeah man, yeah,” Zach replied quickly.

“You see her again, you don’t know her. You get that?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Zach said.

“Get the fuck outta here,” Ren rumbled and let him go, but did this by
jerking his hair back so Zach’s neck bent unnaturally and he went flying.

He righted himself and didn’t look back, but lifted his hand to his
nose and scurried.

I stared after him until he disappeared then forced my eyes back to
Ren, who I noted did all that without leaving his seat.

Without leaving his seat.

Holy.

Crap!

“You ready?” he asked, his voice rough, which meant he was still angry.
Therefore I quickly nodded.

Ren got up and pulled my seat back for me to do the same, which I did. He
grabbed his suit jacket and jerked his head toward the building which was
silent pissed-off Italian American badass for
Get moving.

I grabbed my bag off the table and got moving.

Ren shrugged on his jacket as we went, but caught my hand tight when he
was done.

I noticed that most of the other diners were dining. Only a few were
looking up, and only because we were moving and caught their attention. Other
than that, it seemed everyone missed the action.

Thank God for that plant.

Ren kept hold of me until he opened my door and angled me into his Jag.
He got in, started her purring, pulled out and headed home. Even though the air
still weighed heavily making it hard to breathe, he drove like he normally
drove which was casually, a little fast, but in total control.

I sat next to him while he did it, wondering how to handle this
situation. I wasn’t certain silence was best. I also wasn’t certain, since
clearly my “business” had interrupted our fabulous evening, if he was mad at
Zach, or me, or both, and if both, which one more.

What I was certain of, and I did not care even a little bit what this
said about me, was that what Ren did was all kinds of freaking
hot.

So I also sat next to Ren fighting squirming because I was all kinds of
turned on.

With all this on my mind, alas, we made it home in heavy silence
without me saying a word, which I decided was good. Whatever we said would be
in his house and everyone knew it was better to have it out in a house, not a
car. A car was too confining and if tempers flared, that was bad if the one
with the temper flaring was driving.

And as you know, Ren’s temper could totally flare.

Ren was at my door before I fully folded out of the car. He helped me
the rest of the way, threw my door to, and guided me up to his house, beeping
the locks on his car. He let my hand go when he opened his front door but put
his to the small of my back to guide me in.

I went in and dropped my bag on the couch. I turned on a light on an
end table and turned to face Ren to see he was tossing his jacket to a chair.

“Honey—” I started.

He lifted a hand to me.

Shit.

The Hand from Ren.

I didn’t like it, but I thought it prudent to shut my mouth.

He dropped his hand and spoke.

“In making the decision to take you as you take me, it was not lost on
me that my concerns about you doin’ what you’re doing were valid. There are
going to be times, like tonight, that your work will leak into our life.
Therefore it was not lost on me that I’d have to deal with that. I dealt with
it. It’s over. If it’s something we need to discuss, I’ll trust you to explain
that to me. But that asshole was not a threat, just a nuisance who, from the
little he said, jacked up his own life but blames you. What I’m sayin’ is, he
does not deserve our time to discuss it.”

This was all good.

Really good.

Still.

“Are you angry with me?” I asked quietly.

“No, I’m angry that we had a great night, that jackass tainted it and I
got fuckin’ blood on my sleeve.”

I pressed my lips together, but I did this in order not to laugh.

I unpressed them to say, “I’ll get the Shout out.”

“Good idea,” he muttered irately.

“Can I say something?” I asked and his eyes grew intent on me.

“Any time, any place, anything we’re talkin’ about, you can say
whatever the fuck you want, Ally.”

Loved my man.

Loved him.

“That was hot,” I declared and watched his body lock.

“What?”

“No. That’s not right,” I said. “That wasn’t hot. That was
smokin’
hot, and I don’t care if that
makes me a freak. It was hot. You were hot. Now
I’m
hot. So hot, I may have an orgasm, standing here remembering
it.”

To that, instantly he ordered, “Take off your dress, Ally.”

Oh crap.

Totally about to have an orgasm.

It was then I noticed the air in the room had changed.

It was still heavy.

But now it was warm.

“Now,” he demanded.

Without further delay, I crossed my arms in front of me, curled my
fingers into my skirt, and pulled my dress up and over my head.

I dropped it to the floor beside me so I was standing in front of him
in nothing but lacy black panties and stiletto heels.

“Now come here, and baby, if you give me shit about comin’ to me, when
I get to you, I’m turnin’ you over my knee.”

This was a conundrum.

But a spanking might delay getting him inside me and at that moment,
that would not do.

So I went to him.

Once there, he crushed me in his arms, his mouth slammed down on mine
and his tongue thrust into my mouth.

I whimpered into his, put my hands to his shoulders and held on.

His hands went to my ass, lifted up sliding down the backs of my thighs
until my legs wrapped around his hips then they went back to my ass and he
started walking.

He took me down to my back on the couch with him on me.

When his lips slid to my neck, I turned my head and begged in his ear,
“Need you now, baby.”

He lifted his head, looked down at me and my legs clamped around his
hips at the heat in his eyes even as he slid one hand from my ass and it
plunged right into my panties.

I gasped.

Nice.

“You take it missionary, Ally.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

“’Cause I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby.”

Oh God.

Yes
.

“Okay,” I repeated breathily.

His mouth came to mine and his eyes didn’t leave me when he murmured,
“Panties, honey.”

I let him go with only one leg, shoving down my panties on that side,
cocking a knee and sliding them over and down off my foot, so he had the access
he needed in the least time with the least effort I could take to give it to
him.

His hand was working between us and seconds later, the tip of his
tongue slid over my lips as he slid slowly inside me.

My eyelids dropped, my lips parted and all was right in the world.

He watched and I knew he entered me slowly so he could.

Because once he was in and I gave him the show he wanted, nothing went
slow.

It was hard, fast, rough and amazing.

I came within minutes. I did it hard and I did it crying out his name
before I sank my teeth in his shoulder.

Ren took a lot longer, but it was clear from his noises and the brutal
beauty of his kisses that he enjoyed it so I gave him everything he needed with
my hands, my mouth and my happy place to take him there.

Finally, he got there.

He had his mouth on my neck working me, and I had my hands under his
shirt roaming his back, my mind memorizing our evening. All of it. Especially
this part, his weight on me, him filling me, the scent of him, the feel of him.

Everything.

So it took a beat before I realized his body was shaking.

“Ren?” I called.

He lifted his head and I saw his smile.

He was laughing.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Jesus,” was his nonsensical answer.

As good as it felt feeling his big strong body move on me (and in me,
it must be said), I didn’t get it.

“What’s funny?” I repeated.

“Only you,” he replied.

“Only me?”

“Only you would get off on me slammin’ some asshole’s face into a
table.”

I stiffened.

His hand immediately came up to cup my jaw, his body stopped shaking
and his smile died clean away.

“Take me as I am,” he whispered, and I noticed his voice had
that tone,
his face had
that look,
and I melted beneath him.

“Yeah,” I whispered back.

“Love you, Ally.”

I grinned. “Love you more, baby.”

He didn’t grin.

He said, “Impossible.”

I frowned.

“If you make me cry, no sex for a week,” I declared, but my voice was
husky.

“Then I better not make you cry,” he murmured, lips twitching.

“Damn straight,” I mumbled.

That was when he grinned.

Then his lips came to mine and he ordered, “Go clean up. That went
fast. I wanna eat you and fuck you again before you go learn how to bypass
security systems.”

My entire body trembled.

“’Kay,” I agreed immediately.

He touched his mouth to mine, slowly slid out while watching, and said,
“Meet you in bed.”

He so would.

He rolled off. I rolled the other way, got to my feet and let my
panties drop down my leg. I stepped out of them and sashayed, wearing nothing
but a pair of stiletto sandals, to and up the stairs.

I hit the bathroom and did as ordered.

Then I met my man in bed.

* * * * *

“Tonight, you watched. Next time we go, you watch again. The time
after, you’re up.”

This was Vance.

We were standing by the driver’s side door of my Mustang in Lee’s
parking garage in the dead of night, and he was being bossy.

He had also taught me sick good things that night, so I decided not to
give a shit that he was being bossy.

“Right,” I agreed.

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a small black leather pouch
with a zip around three sides and handed it to me.

“Those’re yours. Picks. You buy locks at a hardware store and practice.
When you’re up, I’ll be timin’ you. You got thirty seconds.”

I looked up at him and nodded but said, “I didn’t bring anything to
give you.”

He gave me his shit-eating grin.

I decided to get serious.

“Appreciate you doing this, Vance.”