Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) (7 page)

“Don’t let that fucker get to you. He sure as hell isn’t worth your tears.”

She smiled through them. “I know you’re right. It just doesn’t feel good to have all the reasons you weren’t good enough, all your faults, listed and thrown back in your face.”

“Faults?” He was growling again. “Not faults, Shay. You do not need to lose fucking weight. You got curves, and those curves are sexy as hell. As for make-up, clothes? I don’t know shit about that stuff. But I like the way you wear what you have, it’s you, it’s hot, it works in a seriously good way. But your hair, your hair is fucking gorgeous. I’d be pissed if you dyed it.”

Everything he said, God, the way he said it…she couldn’t doubt he meant every word. Hugh was real. He didn’t play games. She’d learned that the first night she met him. Her face crumpled again, a fresh round of tears sliding down her face. “That was a really nice thing for you to say.”

“I meant every word,” he said, voice gruff, then he surprised her by reaching out and brushing some of her tears away with the pad of his thumb. “Shit. Was trying to make you feel better, not make it worse.”

“You did make me feel better.” It was almost alarming how much better she felt hearing that from him, how important it was that he felt that way, saw her that way. “But unfortunately, you’ve caught me at a weak moment. I used up all my fake attitude yesterday on you at the garage.”

He was quiet several seconds. “You what?”

“When you asked me for drinks.” She sniffed and rummaged in her bag for a tissue.

“I’m not following.”

She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “I’m not feisty or…or one of those strong, independent types. I try to tell myself I am, but I’m just…” She glanced out the window. “I’m just not. I faked it.”

“Bullshit.”

His voice was extra low, and she turned to look at him across the cab. He glanced at her then back at the road.

“But I’m still not following, sweetheart.”

“I turned you down for drinks.”

“I’m aware.” He gave her a small grin, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Why would turning me down use up all your attitude?”

After repeating her words back to her, the grin did reach his eyes. The effect was devastating.

She ignored how ruggedly handsome he was, or tried to, and carried on. “
Fake
attitude,” she corrected. “And, well, it’s because I…I didn’t fully, one hundred percent want to say no.”

Everything seemed to grind to a standstill, the air in the truck changed and though she wasn’t looking at him, she felt his gaze move back to her.

“Look at me, Shay.”

She sucked in a shuddery breath, but did as he said, was powerless to do otherwise.

“You wanted to have a drink with me?”

Her mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “Ah, maybe.”

His gaze moved between her and the road ahead. “You gonna tell me why you said no?”

Why had she opened her big fat mouth? “No.”

“I’m gonna need a different answer.”

She played with the edge of her bag. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but that’s the only one you’re going to get.”

He shook his head, eyes aimed forward. “And she says she’s not feisty.”

His words made her belly do a loop-de-loop.

“You’re full of shit, babe. Know that for a fact. If I hadn’t been there when that fucker in the Batman costume cornered you, I get the feeling that guy would still be walking funny. Your fuck-wit ex? I saw him get into his car. Guy looked as if he’d just eaten shit. I don’t doubt you tore the little prick a new asshole before he stormed off.” His voice dropped. “And, babe, that isn’t the only way you’re feisty. I’ve had the pleasure of you unleashing it on me when I was in your bed, in a way that’s had my dick hard for a fucking week. So, yeah, I call bullshit.”

She was speechless. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. Ever. “Hugh…”

His thick fingers flexed around the steering wheel again. “Now, you gonna tell me why you turned me down?”

He’d been sweet and kind, in his gruff, blunt way, and he deserved the truth. She cleared her throat and blurted, “Because I wanted to say yes.” Then for reasons unknown, she added, “Badly.”

Because I wanted to say yes.

She licked her lips, and Hugh’s dick jerked behind his zipper as if she’d just swiped her tongue across the head of his cock.

Shit.

He’d pushed for her to tell him, and now she had—he was screwed. Totally and royally.

When he’d gotten into his truck and driven to Woody’s, he’d known why he was going, he’d wanted—no, needed—to see Shay. It was messed up, out of character, but he’d banked on her telling him to get lost.

He’d
needed
her to tell him to get lost.

When she brought his keys to the garage, she’d turned him down flat. It was for the best; he was no good for her, no good for anyone. But he’d seen the heat in her gaze, he’d felt sure of it. It had fucking niggled at him the last few days, to the point he’d had no choice but to get into his damn truck and drive over here—just so she could tell him he was wrong.

The plan had blown up in his face.

“It’s not just a drink you want from me, though, is it, Shay?” he asked, voice shot to shit. Pushing when he should be keeping his mouth firmly shut.

She shifted in her seat, and he glanced over. Her lids lifted, and her green eyes locked on his.

“No.”

Shit.
His cock pulsed, trying to fucking punch through his jeans. “You remember what I said to you that first night? I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t have room for that in my life right now.”

She shook her head, gorgeous red hair sliding over her shoulder. He still couldn’t believe her asshole ex wanted her to dye it. Fucking twat.

“I’m attracted to you, and I…I want you, but I don’t want anything more. Me and relationships…” She shook her head again. “Well, let’s just say I don’t have room for one in my life, either.”

His heart started to pound. “So, what’re you saying here, sweetheart?”

“I’d like to…”

She blushed. Even in the dark cab of his truck, he could see her cheeks darken. Made his cock even harder.

“
Us
…to have an affair,” she finished.

Even the prim way she said it, calling it an affair, just turned him on more. Made him want to corrupt her, do dirty things to her, taste every damn inch of her sweet body and not stop until she was screaming his name. “I’m in your bed, or you’re in mine. Nothing more?”

“Yes. That’s what I’m proposing.”

He was insane for considering this, with the way things were right now, but he didn’t think he could walk away from her offer, either, not until they’d had a few more wild nights. Not until he’d well and truly gotten his fill. The entrance to her trailer park loomed ahead. She shifted beside him again, but he kept his eyes on the road as he turned in, pulled up outside her trailer and shut off his truck.

The cab was engulfed in silence.

She stayed put, quiet at his side, waiting.
Goddammit.

Undoing his seatbelt, he reached out and undid hers. “Look at me.”

She lifted her head, beautiful eyes meeting his.

“You sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He cupped the side of her face, smoothing his thumb over her cheek. Her eyes were still a little puffy from crying. “You want me in your bed tonight, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips, gaze never leaving his. “Yes.”

She’d taken the keys to her place from her purse already, and he slipped them from her fingers. “Let’s go.”

“Pardon?”

“Inside, beautiful.”

He shoved open his door, and she met him at the front of his truck. His gut tightened when her small, warm hand slid into his. Shit, just the feel of her skin against his set him on fire.

He opened the door, and she followed him inside. Dumping her keys on the counter, he watched Shay do the same with her bag then move to the middle of her tiny trailer. She was standing three feet away, looking cute and sexy and nervous as hell.

He wanted her under him badly, but first, he wanted that lush mouth on his. “Come here, Shay.”

The uniform she wore hugged her curves. The woman was a perfect hourglass. All tits and ass, and lots of both. She came toward him, hips moving in a way that made his balls ache. But it wasn’t an act or a come on; this wasn’t Shay trying to be sexy, it was just her. And he got the feeling she didn’t have the first clue how damn hot she was.

“Woman, you are goddamn gorgeous.”

She was right in front of him now, and at his words, she stilled, blinked up at him, eyes wide.

“You don’t have to say things like that. I know I’m not…”

“Not what?” He slid a hand up the side of her neck, tugging her closer.

“Well, I’m—I’m not slim, I’m…”

Jesus.
“Babe, I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been hanging with…no, scratch that, I fucking do.”

She shifted, as if she was going to take a step back, but he grabbed her hip with his other hand and kept her close.

“Let me make one thing clear. I like curves. I like soft, and I like round. I like a woman who, when I fuck her hard, her hips, ass, they’re cushioning mine while I’m doing it.”

“Oh.”

Her lips parted, not much, but enough he could see the tip of her little pink tongue. He wanted a taste.

“Yeah, beautiful, I think you’re getting it. What you got going on fucking turns me on. Makes my cock hard as goddamn steel. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“Okay.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners and even though her lips only lifted a little, her entire face lit up.

Jesus, she was gorgeous.

Cupping the side of her face, he threaded his fingers in her hair. The soft, smooth strands were warm and silky against the back of his hand. Tightening his grip on her hip with the other, he pulled her even closer, so her tits were flush against his abs, and leaning in, brought his mouth close to hers. “Can’t wait to get inside that body. But first, I want a taste of this mouth.” Then he closed the gap.

Her lips were soft and pliant under his, and he nipped her lower one so she’d open for him. She did, moaning softly as he slid his tongue inside. Finally getting the taste he was starving for. She tilted her head back farther, and he kissed her hard and deep. Her hands came up to his chest, gripping his shirt, holding him to her as he took her mouth the way he’d wanted to since he found her in the parking lot earlier. She clung to him, kissed him back, as hot for him as he was for her.

They did that for a while, until he couldn’t wait any longer. Bunching up her shirt, he dragged it up, breaking their kiss to pull it over her head. He stared down at her. Shit, her tits were perfect. So pale, so full her bra was struggling to hold all she had. He wanted to bury his face between them, use them as a pillow after he’d fucked her. Feel the heat of her skin against his cheek, his lips. Sleep like that all night. “Take off the bra.”

A blush brightened her cheeks, turning them a lovely shade of pink. Then traveled down, doing the same to the tops of her tits as she reached back and unhooked the thing. She slid the straps off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Shay stood in front of him, naked from the waist up, breathing rapidly, nipples pebbled and hard. A goddess. He dropped to his knees, because he had every intention of worshiping her magnificent breasts before he did anything else.

Panting, because she had his heart going a million miles an hour, he shuffled forward. Shay wasn’t tall, and even with her standing, he was mouth level with her pert, rosy nipples. Cupping her with both hands, he groaned at the weight, the warmth filling his palms. Her hands went to his hair, threading through, nails raking his scalp in a way that sent tinkles down his spine. He looked up at her.

“Tell me you want me to suck these sweet, pink nipples, that you want me to tongue and nibble them until your pussy is drenched and your thighs are slick.”

Her eyes were glazed, lips parted, panting softly. “Yes. I want that. Please, do that.”

She tightened her fingers in his hair, and he nearly came in his pants. Leaning forward, he dragged the tip of his tongue around one of the stiffened peaks, moaning when she moved closer, pressing all that soft flesh against his face. He loved the way his whiskers abraded her flesh, darkening her pale skin, marking her.

He teased her until she was breathing rapidly, until her thighs were quivering. Moving from one then back to the other, never sucking hard or deep, waiting until she couldn’t take anymore and asked for it. He needed to hear her ask for it. She needed to know she didn’t need to be shy with him, like she had their first night, that he’d give her anything she wanted. He’d almost given up when her fingers flexed in his hair again, and she breathed the words, so quietly he almost missed them.

“Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Please. Suck harder.”

His cock jumped in his jeans, balls drawing up tight.
Shit.
He did what she said immediately, sucking her in deep and hard, rewarding her for her bravery. She cried out, holding him tighter until his face was surrounded by smooth, creamy flesh, her taste, her smell making him goddamn dizzy.

Dropping his other hand to her jeans, he got to work on the button then dragged down the zipper. “You wet for me?”

“Yes.”

Her hands went to his shoulders as he helped her step free. Then he cupped the heat between her thighs, over her panties, and groaned. Soaked. She was ready, more than ready for his cock.

He dragged down her underwear, and she came down to the floor with him, grabbing at the front of his shirt and yanking it up and off. He hadn’t planned on fucking her on the floor, but when her shaking hands reached for the front of his jeans and she yanked them open, he knew that’s exactly what was going to happen. Her hand went inside, and she grabbed his dick, freeing him, moaning softly when she felt how hard he was for her. Wrapping her fingers around him, she started working him.

He dropped back on his ass, against the couch, and hissed through his teeth. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, hands going to his shoulders, rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his shaft.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, grabbing his wallet, and quickly found a condom. After suiting up, he tightened his grip on her hips, and lifted her. “Sit on my cock, beautiful. Show me how you like it.”

She shook under his hands as she lowered herself onto his dick, easing down his length inch by painstaking inch. Her little gasps and moans made him crazy, until he was close to snapping, to yanking her down hard to the hilt or thrusting up inside her.

“You can take all of me, Shay. I know you can. Fuck, baby, you’re nearly there.”

Finally, she sank down the last couple of inches, taking him fully.
Holy shit.
Her hips did a slow, little roll, and her head dropped back on a hot moan.

He dug his fingers into her ass, squeezing more soft, warm flesh. Jesus, she was perfect. Spectacular. “That’s it, beautiful. Work it the way you like it.”

She started to move against him, taking her time, slowly sliding all the way up, until he thought he might slip out, then dropping back down ‘til he was filling her, stretching her. Then she’d do that sexy little roll again but now with an added grind. Her tits were smashed up against him, her hard nipples grazing his chest. His head was spinning, close to coming, close to shoving her to her back and slamming into her hard and fast.

But he didn’t, he was enjoying the show far too much, watching her take what she wanted. Shit, every time she sank down, she got wetter, hotter. Her skin was flushed, all inhibitions gone. Hottest thing he’d ever seen. He gritted his teeth as she went up and slid back down, rocking against him.

“Shit, baby, you’re killing me, way you’re grinding that pretty pussy down on me.” He hissed out another breath. “So good…so fucking
tight
.”

At his words, he felt her clamp down even harder, and he was goddamn seeing stars, then she started to move faster, bouncing on his dick, deep and hard and so fucking hot. He dug his fingers into her ass, egging her on. Her forehead dropped to his shoulder as she moved, grinding and pounding.

Then he felt it, her orgasm, the way her muscles clutched at him repeatedly. She cried out and a second later, he felt her teeth on his skin, her nails scoring his back, and she blew up. He held her down and took over, slamming up inside her. His balls exploded, and he shot hard enough to make his vision blink out for several seconds.

Shay lay limp against him, her breath rushing from between her lips, tickling his sweat-dampened skin.

Jesus Christ
. He knew that first time between them had been good. The best. But this? What they’d just done…

Shit.

When his legs didn’t feel as weak as a newborn foal’s, he carefully slid his arm below her ass, the other at her back, and stood. She was warm and soft, curling into him as he carried her to bed.

After reluctantly putting her down, he tucked her under the covers and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Washing his hands, he stared at himself in the mirror. At the rough beard, the overlong hair. “A big, clumsy, waste of space,” his old man had called him. Then he thought of Shay, all soft, smooth skin and lush curves and that gorgeous red hair. He was a fucking giant ogre, and she was a fairy princess. He had no business with her, tainting her with the filth that clung to him now. Not even if their affair, as she’d put it, had a use-by date.