Angel.
Damn him.
“Yeah, well, it did.”
“You want my apology?” he says, his lips so close to my ear I shudder.
“I do, yes.”
“Then I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t do it to be a prick. If I don’t show anything towards you, she won’t react. It was a sticky situation and I was trying to get you out of there so you didn’t have to deal with her. You’ve only seen a small percentage of Sheyenne, trust me when I say it was for the best.”
“Yeah, well, fuck Sheyenne. If you’ve been inside me, I want you to be damned proud of that.”
“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear. “I’m more than proud. You hear me?”
I shrug.
“You need me to show you just how fucking much I need you, Quinn? Is that what you need from me?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“You want me to come undone for you?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
He unclasps my coveralls, letting them drop. Then he reaches around me and cups my sex. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Tell me what made you so turned on?”
I swallow.
“It was you … racing.”
“My girl likes me behind the wheel?”
I nod as his finger rubs over the silk of my panties.
“So slick,” he rasps. “It makes me hard to know how turned on you are.”
The flash of a car light hits us, and Tazen quickly opens the car door and shoves me inside. He climbs in after me just as the line of cars starts retreating from the racing grounds. Tazen doesn’t seem worried about them, because he doesn’t stop. He slides my seat back and then pulls me onto his lap.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Just like this,” I pant.
He grins and reaches down between us, unbuckling his belt. He pulls his cock out. He hands me a condom and I lean back to roll it over his impressive length. While I’m doing this, he captures the back of my head in his hand and pulls me down, kissing me fiercely. I kiss him back and the frenzy takes over. I rise up when I have the condom rolled down. I pull my panties aside enough to let him in and then I sink down.
We both moan in delight.
My sex stretches around him as I begin rotating my hips in little figure eight patterns. I reach up, tangling my fingers into his hair and giving him a good, hard tug. He hisses and his fingers curl into my hips. “Fuck me good and hard, Quinn.”
“I plan to,” I pant.
I rise up and then sink back down onto him. I start slow, using deep, long strokes. Then I’m fucking him harder and shorter, desperate and hungry. My nails scrape along his scalp as my head falls back. He is making animalistic noises and driving his hips up to meet my thrusts. He leans forward, capturing my neck in his mouth and sucking long and hard. I hiss at the pain.
“Tazen,” I groan as pleasure begins deep in my core and starts venturing out.
“Yes,” he grunts against my skin. “Fuck yes.”
I ride him hard and deep, pressing my breasts into his chest, loving the feeling of his fingers against my flesh. His lips are moving over the skin around my neck and shoulders. I whimper and arch towards him as pleasure reaches its breaking point. Then I let go, coming so hard around him that my nails drive into the flesh of his head. He moans, a mix of pain and pleasure, and then he’s coming right along with me.
The car doors are steamed up and we’re both crying out, no holding back. I like the way we sound together. I like the passion that is ripped out of us when we’re together. There’s an intensity that so many people don’t have. Tazen and I, we have it. It’s there and it’s deep. I wonder if he feels it as deeply as I do? I press my forehead against his as I come down from an amazing high. I ease up on his head and run my hands down until they’re resting on his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I think it’s hot, then it gets fucking hotter.”
I smile against his flesh. “Of course it does, you’re with me.”
He chuckles and then leans back, looking at me. His face is serious, but not angry. “I’m sorry, angel. I was a fucking dick and it wasn’t the right thing to do. I should have known better than to think I was protecting you. I wasn’t. Sheyenne is fucked up, but you’re right, we have to stop playing the game—I just need time to figure out how the hell to do that.”
It doesn’t take away the hurt, but him saying sorry means something to me, so I’m not going to be a bitch about it.
“It’s forgiven and I trust you, Tazen. I just don’t want to see her destroy anything else you’ve made.”
He’s silent for a minute. His fingers go up and run through my hair, slowly untangling it and trailing it down my back.
“You really want to keep the car?” he asks.
I nod, loving how my skin feels as his fingers lightly glide over my hair and back.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “Something that beautiful should be cherished.”
“Means a lot to me, that you feel that way about my cars.”
“So you raced?” I whisper.
He nods and I meet his gaze.
“For how long?”
He shrugs. “About two years. I loved it. I was building the cars, Sheyenne and I were together and she introduced me to it. Not only was I getting to build the car, I was driving it. I loved racing, but I love my cars more. I had to pick and when things went south with Sheyenne, I knew I had to give the racing up. I also knew it was risky for my business.”
“And you were selling them illegally … that’s dangerous, Tazen.”
He’s quiet for a minute. “Yeah, I know that. I made a mistake doing that, but sadly I’ve sold a fuck load to illegal races and sketchy people.”
I sigh. “That’s such a risk, Tazen.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m trying to pull away from it. It won’t be easy but I am doing my best.”
I press my cheek to his cheek. “I understand why you love it. I felt it out there, the adrenaline. It was amazing.”
“It is,” he says fondly. “But it’s also distracting and dangerous.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “I think I see that.”
More silence.
“Did Sheyenne really try and run you over?”
He bursts out laughing, his body shaking against mine. “Yeah, baby, she did.”
I frown. “That’s not okay.”
He laughs harder. “No, I think you’re right about that.”
“Do you … think something is wrong with her?”
He stops laughing and his arm tightens around me. “I…” He hesitates. “Yeah, I do. I don’t know what, but there’s more than just mood swings going on. She refuses to get help, she thinks we’re all crazy.”
“Why didn’t you just cut ties when you broke it off with her? Do you…”
He squeezes me tighter. “No, I don’t love her. I never loved her. I was infatuated with her, she intrigued me, but I was never at that point.”
“Have you ever been at that point?”
He’s silent for a while. “Yeah.”
My heart twists and I swallow down my jealousy. I hate knowing there was a woman out there that had Tazen’s heart. It’s a beautiful heart to have, and I’m curious about what kind of girl managed to capture it.