Junkyard Dog(20)

Frowning like a scolded bear, Hayes steps back. He is genuinely hurt while I can barely tolerate how perfect his need makes me feel.

“I didn’t say stop,” I murmur, tugging at his shirt and lifting my lips.

Hayes drapes one of his long arms around my shoulders, wrapping me against him completely, as our lips reunite. I shiver in his grip. I’ve never felt lust like this before, and I’m immediately addicted.

The phone rings, causing Hayes to growl against my lips. I lean over, pick up the receiver, and then drop it back down. After hanging up on the caller, I wrap my arms around Hayes’s waist. I feel his lips curve into a smile and then I’m lost again.

Again the phone rings and again I hang up on the caller. If it were important, they’d call our cells.

Hayes pulls me tighter, and I lean into his embrace. We could remain this way forever, and I doubt I’d complain. The entire world fades except for Hayes and me.

Throwing cold water on our heated moment, a car pulls into the parking lot, forcing Hayes and me to separate.

“The universe has spoken,” I mumble while breathing too quickly.

Hayes glares at me before storming into his office where I figure he’ll sulk. Instead, he returns carrying a bat, and I realize someone is about to be in a world of pain.





THIRTEEN - HAYES


After weeks of wanting to know what Candy tastes like, I finally find out and she’s sweeter than I imagined. Whoever in the f*ck picked this f*cking moment to interrupt my f*cking day will soon have a second *.

I grab my bat and head outside. Candy follows me, looking amused by my reaction. The woman is f*cking addictive, and someone just tore me away from my necessary fix.

The soon-to-be-dead * emerges from a taxi, and I’m ready to swing when the car speeds away. My target looks up at the sky and inhales deeply. Does he know he’s about to die?

“No hug?” Moot asks, turning to face me.

My bat stops mid-swing, and I laugh. “Fuck, man, I was about to take off your head.”

As his blue eyes squint in the sunny day, Moot grins at me. “I see that. You’re as charming as ever.”

I shake his hand and size him up. “You got f*cking old.”

‘I was just going to say the same about you. I see a couple of grays you missed during your last salon visit.”

“Fuck off, man. When did you get out?”

“Today. That’s what the taxi is about.”

Tapping the bat in my hand, I ask, “Why didn’t you call and ask for a f*cking ride, idiot?”

“I wasn’t ready for all your charm, f*cker. So can I come inside and get a cup of coffee?”

I gesture for him to follow me, and we walk into the office where Candy stands at the window spying on us.

“This is Candy,” I say, waving between them with the bat. “This is Moot. He just got out of prison. Get him a cup of coffee.”

Candy struts in her sexy way to the break room and reappears with his drink.

She hands him the coffee and asks, “Were you in prison for stealing purses because I can hide mine to prevent you from being tempted?”

“No, I beat an * to death.”

“So should I be concerned for Hayes’s safety then?”

“She’s a damn doll,” Moot says, giving her one of his sly grins.

I slam the bat against her desk and shake my head at Moot. “No.”

“All right, all right, no reason to get violent about it.”

Candy smiles at me, and I wonder if she knows I’m still hard from the earlier kiss. I taste her on my lips, and my arms hurt from not having her wrapped in them. Remaining in a state of heat, I need to get out of the office before I lose control especially with Candy still grinning at me.

“I’m assuming you haven’t eaten,” I say, focusing on Moot rather than the irresistible blonde giving me a raging hard-on.

“Not today.”

“Drink up and I’ll take you out.”

“Want to bring your assistant?” Moot says, giving Candy the once over again. “She can take notes.”

“I said, ‘no’ already,” I growl possessively. “Don’t make me say it again with the bat.”

“You really are grouchy these days,” Moot says and then downs the coffee. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Candy takes the empty cup and nods at him. I set the bat on an empty table and follow Moot to the door. Before I head outside, I stop and study my assistant.

“What happened earlier isn’t over,” I tell her.

“We’ll see.”

“Something’s happening here,” I insist, hating her cool exterior.

“Yeah, but is it a love affair or murder/suicide? Might want to consider how you’re the murder victim in that scenario, boss.”

“Think you can take me?” I ask, arching a brow.

“Without breaking a sweat.”

“Then I guess I better hope it’s a love affair, huh, killer?”

As Candy laughs, I walk outside to where Moot waits.

“She’s a looker,” Moot says. “How long you been boning her?”

“Shut the f*ck up.”

“So not long, huh?”

“She’s Honey’s sister,” I say, pissing all over his good mood.