Gypsy King (Tin Gypsy, #1)(34)

My boots and jeans were gone in a flash, the condom rolled onto my pulsing cock. Then I had Bryce up in my arms. This time, I spun us for the wall, her spine colliding with the cool concrete at the same time I lined up with her center and thrust deep.

“Ahh,” she cried, the sound of surprise and pleasure echoing off the walls.

I buried my face in her neck, sucking in a breath so I wouldn’t embarrass myself and come after just one stroke. “Goddamn, you feel good.”

She moaned, her head lolling to the side. Just the slightest tilt of her hips told me she wanted more.

I slid out, slowly, then pistoned forward again, earning myself a hitched breath and whole-body shudder. “Good?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “Harder.”

“Fucking right, harder.” I obeyed, setting a steady rhythm. The sound of her tiny moans, the feel of her wet heat, the way she moved with me, thrust after thrust. The air around us was electric. The need to get more, be deeper, sent me into a blind animal state. Fucking this woman is incredible.

We grappled, hands going everywhere trying to feel it all. We kissed, hard, bruising licks that didn’t satisfy the craving. We rebounded from surface to surface, abandoning the wall when it wasn’t enough. Discarding the tool bench when it wasn’t enough. Until we ended up on the Mustang again, both of our bodies glistening with sweat and steam condensing on the hood beneath us.

“Dash.” She writhed as I laced my fingers with hers, holding them flush to the red metal. “I’m—”

“Come, Bryce.”

She came so hard I saw the white spots in her vision. As she pulsed and squeezed my cock like an iron fist, I let loose, pouring inside her and groaning to the ceiling.

Limp and wrung out, I collapsed onto the car next to Bryce, my heart thundering behind my ribs. “That was . . . fuuuuck.”

There weren’t words. Sex like that shouldn’t exist because now I wanted it every day. Bryce was more addictive than any drug on the planet.

We heaved, coming back to reality, until our bodies cooled with the unspoken tension.

We’d fucked. Hard. We’d exposed ourselves, bringing along a weakness neither of us could afford.

“Oh my God.” Bryce shot off the car like a lightning bolt. I propped up on an elbow, my legs dangling to the floor. I’d never seen a woman dress so fast.

Damn if that didn’t bruise my ego.

“Thanks. I needed that.” I regretted the words instantly.

Bryce’s arms stilled as she zipped up her jeans. The look she shot me had the power to kill, but she schooled the fury quickly and slid on her sandals.

Maybe she should hate me. Maybe I should drive her away. It was probably better that way. So I might as well make it stick.

I flopped back on the car, tossing an arm over my forehead to hide most of my face. “Side door leads to the parking lot. Do me a favor. Flip the lock on your way out.”





Chapter Ten





Bryce





I should go inside. Except I was having a hell of a time getting out of my car.

I was parked in the lot of the Clifton Forge High School, inspecting my nail polish. I’d spent two hours doing a home manicure last night. It was a comfort thing. When I had a lot on my mind, painting my fingernails was my go-to stress reliever. And considering what had happened with Dash in the garage last night, there was a lot on my mind.

I’d gone straight home after he’d dismissed me. Well, not exactly dismissed. I was already leaving. His parting words had shocked me, enough that I’d obeyed and locked the side door behind me.

Even after a hot shower, the manicure and a sleepless night, I couldn’t make sense of how it had happened. One moment, I was standing there, reveling in the honesty of his words when he said I couldn’t trust him. I went soft at the vulnerability in his voice when he asked that we work together. When his mouth touched mine, all rational thought vanished.

Damn, what was I thinking? There was no question that Dash seduced me. And the fool I was, I’d let him. The sex, I would have been able to make sense of quickly. It was just sex. Two people coming together to scratch an itch. The tension between us was combustible, and it had only been a matter of time before we broke. The sex was not the problem.

The problem was, Dash had cast me away, and I’d never felt quite so used.

Flip the lock on your way out.

Ouch.

Hence the reason I’d gone straight for my tub of fingernail polishes at midnight.

In the dim light of my bedroom, the red I’d chosen had looked darker. Now that I was sitting in broad daylight, the color was a match for the car Dash had fucked me on last night.

Hot-sex red.

When I got home tonight, I was throwing the nearly new bottle away.

I should go inside. Twenty minutes had passed since I’d driven to the school and I wanted to get inside before the office closed for the day. School was out for the summer and according to their website, office hours ended at three. I only had fifteen minutes left, but here I was, stuck staring at my nails.

My sex nails.

It was hazy, but I was pretty sure I’d scratched Dash a time or two during our escapade. Bastard. I wish I’d drawn blood.

It bothered me beyond end that I felt slimy. Dash was a villain in every way, but had that stopped me from foolishly hoping he was more? Nope. I was ashamed of myself. Not for the sex.