“And you think that’s enough of an excuse for me to forgive you for treating me like shit and then handing her car after car?”
“I shut down on you in front of her, so she wouldn’t explode at you. I was protecting you. And as for the car, racing helps her but…” He trails off.
I knew it, there’s something else.
“What?” I prompt.
“Look, she is a loose cannon, and she knows I used to do things I shouldn’t have. If she exposes me, I could lose everything. Do you understand me? I can lose every single thing I’ve worked for.”
“You’re not making any sense,” I mutter.
He sighs. “Look … there’s a reason I know a lot about this illegal racing. I’ve done things, Quinn. I’ve sold cars to people I shouldn’t sell cars to, I’ve taken deals to build illegally, and worse, I’ve raced illegally. If that comes out … I risk losing it all. Sheyenne knows everything there is to know, and with Murray like a dog on her heels, it isn’t easy to flick her off.”
Ding ding ding. There it is.
“Maybe that’s true, but Jesus, Tazen, she is treating your work like shit. Surely there’s a way you can get around it, without losing your career. Does she have solid evidence?”
“You don’t get it, Quinn, and I don’t expect you to but Sheyenne has the means to destroy me if she wants to—I am pulling back, I am refusing builds, but she’s bringing in the threats hard and fast. I need the time to figure out how to sort her out, without risking my life’s work.”
“I get that, and it’s your business Tazen, but standing back and letting her treat you like shit and destroy so much beauty … do you really have to stand back and let her do that? I thought you cared about your builds more than that, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Jesus,” he grunts. “You’re in a mood.”
“No,” I say, leaning close. “I’m just sick and tired of you.”
“Yet here you are,” he spits.
“Whatever.” I jerk my door open again, but he slams a hand on it and presses my body against the car. He drops his head to my ear and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.
“Maybe,” he says, “you’re jealous.”
“Dream on,” I mumble.
“Most girls wouldn’t take such an interest.”
“Yeah, well, most girls are probably okay with being fucked and treated like shit. I am not.”
“I told you, I was protecting you.”
“I can protect myself. Now get off me.”
He presses his hips into my ass and I can feel how hard he is. Right against my ass. I close my eyes, wanting to beat him senseless.
“I can tell you with a hundred percent certainty, that I have no interest in Sheyenne.”
“And that’s meant to make me feel better?”
He grinds against me and his hand goes down to cup my breast. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you that I’m cutting ties with her?”
It actually would, but I don’t say that.
“Why would that make me feel better? You’ve made it clear I’m not enough for you.”
He stills and then rasps, “Baby.”
“Don’t you baby me,” I fire back in a breathy tone. “You fucked me and then treated me badly, Tazen.”
“I didn’t mean for it to hurt, angel.”
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.