The money. Murray might know Sheyenne is nuts, but he still wants a payout. Honestly, people can be such dogs when they want to be.
“Do I have your word, Murray?” Tazen grunts.
Murray reaches a hand out and Tazen shakes it. “You have my word.”
“Good. I’ll be in contact.”
Murray nods again and then drags her off and then Tazen turns to me. There’s definite relief in his eyes, and a smile breaks out across my face as I launch myself into his arms, love and happiness swelling in my chest.
“I love you, Tazen Watts.”
He holds me tight and leans down to my ear. “Fuck, baby, I love you too.”
Best. Night. Ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Oh God,” I gasp, arching up.
Tazen is driving his cock in and out of me. We’re both on the bed, his big body is over mine and he’s thrusting just quick enough to spark my nerves, but slow enough to make it sweet and perfect. His hands are in my hair, his lips are roaming my neck and my legs are around his waist.
“Baby,” he grunts.
“Yes, honey,” I cry out, clutching his back.
“Going to come so hard.”
I beat him to it, squeezing his cock with my orgasm. He follows behind, rasping my name as he thrusts into me. As he comes down, he drops his forehead to mine. “Fuck, that felt good. You had me so fucking hard watching you race.”
I press my lips to his neck. “It was amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re an impressive woman, Quinn Peterson.”
He rolls off me and I smile over at him. “Well, I could have told you that. In fact, I think I did.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, you did. Are you excited to see the unveiling tomorrow?”
“Hell yes, I can’t wait.”
“When we get home, I’m fixing that car for you. I need to see you handling them more often.”
“Because it turns it into you having the best sex of your life?”
He grunts. “You know it.”
I roll into him and he tucks me into his arms.
Yes, I think Tazen Watts and I just might be made for each other.
* * *
The unveiling is taking place at a racetrack, because it’s a new race car. It’s wild with adrenaline and people, and Tazen is making a speech and revealing the car before the race starts. I’m excited, purely because I’m back at the track and I feel so at home here. This time I get to be by Tazen’s side, watching him in his element, showing the world just what he’s made of.
We get to go into the pit with the pit crew, and watch the cars being prepared for the race. Being a part of that makes me feel right at home, and I can’t stop myself from getting excited. Tazen seems to fit right in, too and I notice he’s more than well-respected around these parts. Drivers come over and tell him how much they love his work, and there are even fans of his.
While we’re going over the engine one last time, a group of girls comes over and they beg for Tazen to get a picture with them. He flashes them his best smile and poses for them, and I’m totally okay with that. When one of the girls slides her number into his pocket, I’m not okay with it. What’s worse, is that Tazen gives her a smile and nods his head, and then she disappears. He doesn’t take it out, tear it into a thousand pieces and stomp it into the ground.
Okay, that’s being slightly dramatic, but still.
“Quinn?”
I jerk and look to see Tazen watching me.
“Ah, yeah, coming.”
I step towards him but stop when I hear the girls talking as they disappear back into the crowd. “I had him last time he was here. He’s amazing in bed. The things he can do with his tongue are incredible. If you get Tazen Watts to fuck you, you’ll never think of another man again.”
“I’m looking forward to him calling, then.”
My back stiffens and even though I know that Tazen has had plenty of women, having one that close and talking about him makes the green-eyed monster rear its ugly head. I force my legs to move anyway, getting closer to Tazen. He studies me, but I force a smile and say, “Yeah, what do you need?”
He frowns.
I pretend I don’t notice and smile at the pit crew.
Tazen sighs and says, “Just want a second set of eyes before we hand it over.”
My heart goes warm at the fact that he’s giving me that chance, because it feels nice that he trusts me enough to give a second opinion.
“Okay.”
I do a once-over of the car, and then the announcers tell everyone that a car will be revealed. I stand against a pole, watching with pride as Tazen goes up to the stand and the microphone is handed over to him.
“This car is a pretty awesome build for my team. It had extra horsepower and some serious custom work on the body. It was a pleasure to be a part of an amazing project. As most of you know, I’ve jumped ship and am now working from Florida, so my building schedule has been doubled. This car, however, was one of the last ones I worked on before I left.”
The crowd cheers, women scream Tazen’s name, and the atmosphere becomes excited. They want to see the car. My heart skips a beat, watching my man up there, doing what he loves.
“I’ve got a lot of people to thank for this one, but obviously my entire team is the first for my thanks. It’s them that work their asses off to bring these cars together. The racer who will be taking this baby on her journey through life deserves the very best of luck. And to all you fine people…” The crowd roars. “You’ve all watched my show, you’ve all been at my back as I’ve built my business up from the ground, so mostly, I hope you enjoy this.”
He waves a hand and people clap and cheer. The car is in the middle of the track, where everyone can see it. Tazen gives the nod of approval and four men go over and lift the cover, sliding it off the sleek, blue-and-white racing car with all the sponsor stickers covering it. The crowd cheers and whistles and I can’t wipe the massive smile off my face as I watch with pure joy the amazing work created by Tazen and his crew.
As the announcer takes back over, and introduces the car and driver, Tazen makes his way back over to me. He’s got a beautiful big smile on his face, he looks happy, but most of all, he looks proud. So he should be. It’s a beautiful car. When he reaches me he leans in and kisses me hard, then pulls back. “You going to tell me what’s wrong now?”
I study his face, and then sigh.
“That girl gave you her number.”
His brows go up. “And?”
“And you kept it in your pocket.”
He gives me a half smile that I don’t want to admit is fucking adorable. Even for him. “And, baby?”
“You kept it,” I whisper.
He takes my hips in his hands and brings me closer. “I wasn’t about to throw it on the floor. You learn one thing when dealing with fans, you do whatever to keep them happy in the public eye. If it means keeping her number and letting her think she’s going to get a call, I’ll do it. If I had handed it back, she would have lost it and I would have looked like an ass.”
Dammit, he has a point.
“Okay, but when they were leaving I heard one of them saying … she had fucked you.”
He squeezes my hips. “Sometimes you’re going to hear about my past. I had somewhat of a reputation, but that was then, angel. This is now.”
Dammit, he is right again.
I nod and look up at him.
“Besides, you’re all the woman I can handle right now.”
I glare at him, and then slap his chest.
“We good?”
“Yeah,” I say. “We’re good.”
“How do you think it went?”
I grin at him. “They love you.”
“Yeah,” he says, turning us towards the crowd. “It’s a good feeling.”
It most certainly is.
* * *
“Stop fidgeting, woman.”
I snort and keep fidgeting. The dress I’m in is the nicest of the three Retro had picked out for me. It still looks like she went into a hooker shop and picked the three classiest dresses there. In other words it’s short, it’s black and it’s tight. I don’t do dresses on a good day, but tight dresses that show this much skin … definitely not.