This Regret (4 page)

She stares at me for a moment as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m dangero
us or not. She must decide I’m not because she finally falls into step behind me, her heels pounding heavily against the blacktop.

She stands in front of me as I run my hand over by bike. “What is your name?” she questions, her emerald eyes searching mine. “

Throwing one leg over my bike, I grab for my helmet and look off to the right. “Kellan.” I toss her the helmet and watch as she catches it and looks down at her hands. Then she looks back up with a look of gratefulness in her eyes.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” I promise her.

She takes a moment before placing the helmet over her head, flattening out her red curls, before grabbing my arm and swinging one leg over the bike and cozying up behind me. “Anywhere?” she questions.

I rev up the engine, causing her to wrap her slender arms around my waist for support. “Anywhere.”

I feel her heavy breathing in my ear before I feel her tiny fingers playing with the back of my hair. “Would your place be out of the question?” Her voice comes out shaky as if she’s afraid of my response. “I’d rather not go home right away.”

I take a moment to push my hair out of my face before giving her the answer she is seeking, even though I know that it’s a bad idea. “I said anywhere.” I pause to rev the engine one more time. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

I take off, causing her body to jerk backwards as her fingers dig into my waist to hold on.

I can feel her grip tighten on my waist as I pull out of the parking lot and into the dark night and it feels nice knowing she feels safe with me. No woman should ever have to go through what she went through tonight and probably numerous other nights with that jerk. She deserves so much more but unfortunately, I won’t be the one to show her that.

We pull up to my place and I park in front of the garage. Looking up at the big white house in front of me reminds me of how lonely it can feel in such a big house. Really, I don’t need all of the space, but it is the only house that reminds me of home. This is the closest that I have been to
Alba in eight years and the rush that it gives me is unmistakable.

I help Maxine off my bike and steady her to her feet. I look down at her towering heels and can’t understand how someone with such long, skinny legs can manage to spend hours in those damn things without
screaming. I have to admit they do look sexy though. Especially with that tight dress that is threatening to expose her curvy bottom at any moment.

The wind whips around us, causing Maxine’s hair to fly around and hit her in the face. She peeks at me through her hair and reaches for my hand. Her fingers are tiny compared to mine, making me feel more masculine. “Than
k you.” She takes a step so she’s standing right in front of me. “You didn’t have to save me. It was my fault for agreeing to meet up with that douche in the first place.”

I reach up, brush a strand of hair out of her face and I can tell by the look in her eye that she wants me. I pull my hand away trying to avoid letting her down.
I never take advantage of a broken woman, giving them hope I can heal them. “It isn’t your fault. No man should ever treat a woman that way.”

I push away from my bike and slide the helmet off
her head. I have to admit she looks hot in it and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck out my frustration on her.

She smiles and pushes my jacket out of the way before running her hand along my chest. “I’ll admit, you coming to my rescue has me completely turned on.” She stretches on her toes to the tip of her heels to kiss my cheek and says in a seductive voice, “I need something to keep my mind off things,” she trails kisses down to my neck, “I think you’ll make the perfect distraction.

I grip the back of her neck and pull her face close to mine. Her breathing is heavy as she looks up at me. “This isn’t a good idea. I’m not what you think I am. Trust me.”

She looks me in the eye and I can tell that in this moment, she doesn’t care. “He cheated on me more than once.” Her nostrils flare as she turns away. “Do you know what it’s like for woman to know that her boyfriend has
cheated on her not once or twice, but three times within two years? Am I so ugly that no man wants me?”

“Hell no. You’re beautiful.” I look away, jaw clenched, before I turn back around and grip her tiny waist, pulling her body against mine.
Maybe I’ll make an exception for her tonight. “Are you sure you can handle it? I like to fuck, not make love and I can’t promise that it won’t hurt. I can’t give you anything more than this. Just physical pleasure to numb the pain.”

She reaches her hand in my jacket and pushes the button for the garage door. We both look over as the door rises, waiting for our entrance. “I’ve been hurting for a long time. Hurting is all that I know now,” she breathes. “I just want to feel sexy again.
I need this.”

I reach my arms around her, running my hands down her ass
, before picking her up so she can wrap her legs around me. Her slender legs tighten around my waist, squeezing me as if her life depends on it.

Damn those legs are strong
.

I can already feel my arousal as she presses her firm breast
s in my face and tugs on my hair to make me look up at her. “I have a lot of steam to blow off. This is your only warning,” I breathe, as I walk into the garage and press her into the wall. I rub my hands up her face. “I need to grab a condom first.”

A small smile forms on her pink lips as she reaches into her small clutch bag and pulls out a condom. “A woman with a crushed spirit should always come prepared.”

I grab the condom out of her hand before bending forward and pressing my mouth against her neck with force. She lets out a small moan before leaning into me, her body rubbing mine as if she’s been waiting for a moment like this for years.

I put my arms down and allow her to pull my jacket off and toss it on the ground beside us. “You want me to fuck you right here?” I question while gripping her ass tighter, running my fingers under the hem of her dress.

She runs her tongue over her lips before biting on the bottom one, playing with it between her teeth and that is the only answer I need.

I don’t hesitate before setting her down, her back pressed against the wall and her dress riding up in the front exposing her black panties.

She watches me with hunger in her eyes as I pull my t-shirt off and toss it over Tyler’s bike. Then, I grip the bottom of her dress and wrap it in my hand, pulling her to me.

She lets out a gasp and reaches for the buckle of my studded belt. “I really want you to take me.” Her fingers work fast on undoing my belt before she starts working on my jeans. “Screw, Nathan. This is going to be the best night of my shitty life.”
I look down at her, my chest heaving up and down as I grip her neck and make her look me in the eye. “You think it will feel good . . . having me inside of you?” I press my erection against her stomach and she grips it with her hand, running her slim fingers over the fabric of my briefs. “I promise you when I’m done, you will never have to question your beauty again because you’re going to feel every inch of your worth.”

Her breath comes out ragged as she pulls my briefs down, her eyes landing on my rock hard cock. Her eyes fill with lust and a little b
it of shock, and I can tell she wasn’t expecting the beast that is looking back at her. She swallows hard, while bringing her eyes back up to meet mine. “How am I supposed to work with . . . that?”

I shrug my shoulders before picking her up, a surprised gasp escaping her lips, as I set her on the bed of my truck. “That’s for me to figure out.”

Her legs willfully spread as she slowly pulls her dress up, exposing the lips that are playing peekaboo with her tiny thong.

I grip her hips with force and pull her down to t
he edge of the truck bed so her ass is barely hanging on the surface. Then, I bend down and run my tongue up the length of her inner thigh stopping right by her panty line.

I can tell by the soft moan that escapes her lips that my mouth being so close to her pussy is pure torture for her. I’m not going to give her what she’s expecting though. I
can’t. That has always been a deal breaker, which causes every single woman that I have been with to grow attached to me. I won’t do this to her. This is just meant as a distraction to the both of us.

I close my teeth around her delicious thigh, giving it a playful bite before pulling away and working my mouth up her belly, my hands pulling her dress up on the way. When the dress reaches her head, I pull it off her and throw it over the edge of the truck.

Before she can even register her dress hitting the floor, I already have her thong squeezed in my hands, ripping them from her toned body. Her legs tremble as she plays with my chest and throws her head back. “Oh damn!” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I think I’m going to like it rough.”

A soft rumble comes from my throat as I quirk an eyebrow and grip both of her wrists in my hand, pulling her up to meet my abdomen. “Take my briefs all the way off.”

She slides my briefs all the way down to my knees, her breasts brushing against my cock and by this point, I just need to release this frustration that has been building for the last week.

I yank her legs
, pulling her towards me so my cock is resting above her belly. With one hand gripping her neck, I rip the wrapper open with my teeth before slipping the condom on and pulling her hips up to meet my stiffness.

She plays with her tits, squeezing her nipple in her fingers as I
run my fingers over her wet slit before squeezing my cock into her tightness. I slowly thrust in and out a few times, loosening it up to make room before giving her my full on, ass gripping thrust that is sure to make her remember this moment for a very long time.

She screams out while wrapping her legs around my waist causing me to thrust harder, rolling my hips in and out, giving her the pleasure that she deserves.

Her ninja tight grip on my bicep hardens as I grip the back of her neck, wrapping my fingers in her crazy hair and pounding in her with as much force as I can.

I can already feel the tension that has been building up all week start to subside. It always does with sex. Some
people say that working out and exercise is a way to deal with stress, but sex is the only thing that has ever worked for me.

Without pulling out, I grip both of her
hips and flip her over so her ass is facing the ceiling. I reach down with one hand and rub my finger over her wet clit while pounding into her with fast, consistent thrusts, tugging her hair with my free hand. “Tell me how I feel inside of you,” I demand.

She lets out a whimper as I slow my pace and wrap my arm around he
r waist, pulling her up so my chest is pressed against her back. “You feel good inside of me. So good.”

I bend down so my lips are hovering over her ear before I whisper, “Do you feel beautiful now?”

Her neck stretches back as she attempts to look at me. “Yes! Oh fuck!”

I quicken my pace while moving my fingers up and down her wetness, knowing that at any moment, she’s about to clamp around my cock and release her juices.

I am right. As soon as I give her one last thrust, she screams and her legs begin to shake as she struggles to not fall over. “Oh shit! I can’t handle this,” she whines.

I support her body with mine and force myself to finish before pushing her shoulders down and pulling out. Even with a condom, I still like to take precautions.

She rolls over on her back before looking up at the ceiling, with hooded eyes “Wow!” She takes a few deep breaths. “That was . . . just . . . wow. That’s all that I can say.”

I smile at her before looking over to see we forgot to close the garage door. “Looks like the neighbors got a good show.” I bend over and reach for her dress. “Here. Let’s get you dressed so we can get you home.”

She gives me a thankful look while slipping her dress over her head and adjusting it to cover her thighs. She bl
ushes. “Please don’t think I’m a slut or anything.” She watches me as I get dressed. “I don’t usually do things like this, but when you’re stuck in a messed up relation for so long-“

“You don’t need to explain.” I cut in. “I know more than anyone else what sex can do in the hardest of times. Come on.”

She follows me back to my bike and I click the remote, closing the door behind us.

Chapter Three

Phoenix

The bar has been awfully quiet for the last hour, so I take that as my cue to sit down and have that employee meeting, I unfortunately, promised Dale I would have. As much as I hate being the bad guy, business comes first and I have to step up and take charge before we all end up jobless.

“There will be no more calling in to work or not showing up unless there is a very good reason and I mean a very, very good reason.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I hear about three different forms of groans coming from the table in front of me. I don’t let it discourage me though. I stand up straight and as Dale would call it, put my foot down. “The next person that does it is fired. I’m sorry, but Dale isn’t playing it nice anymore and neither am I.”