Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(38)

I’d told her I’d come to pay my bet debt and needed to get started so I could head over to the construction site at one of my properties. But the truth was, the crew wasn’t working on Saturday. I just wanted to head off her inviting me to stay or anything. My head was still spinning from my conversation with my mother, and I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to spend time with Gia.

About a half-hour into my fake repair, I felt a tap at my leg so I climbed out from under the car.

Fuck me.

I couldn’t even attempt to hide the way I leered. Gia was standing next to the car wearing a yellow bikini and holding what looked like two glasses of iced tea. Her ample tits were perky as all fuck and the little bikini top barely covered her areolas.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I finally growled.

She looked down. “A bathing suit. It’s beautiful out, so I’m going to lie out by the pool for an hour or two before starting to write.”

“That’s not a bathing suit, those are scraps of a bathing suit that someone shredded.”

She tilted her head. “Are you saying you don’t like it?”

“Do you wear that in public?”

“Not usually. I only wear it in the yard because it’s so skimpy. But it’s perfect for tanning.”

“Good.” I grabbed the tea from her hand without asking and chugged it down. Today was warm, but suddenly I was starting to sweat. “Thanks for the tea. You should go back into the yard before you get cited for indecent exposure.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re a jerk.”

“Yes. I know that. You’ve made that clear. To me…and my mother.”

She pouted. “Are you going to make me feel bad about that forever?”

I grinned. “Probably.”

Gia stuck her tongue out at me. God, I want to see that thing lick the head of my cock.

I sat down on the driveway, readying to lie back and finish up my pretend repair. “Don’t stick that thing out, unless you plan to use it, little girl.”

“I’ll be by the pool if you need me.”

I crawled back under the car. “Fine.”

Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. This was Gia I was dealing with. “Rush.”

I crawled back out. “What?”

A sinful little smile spread across her face. “Just didn’t want you to miss my walking back to the house. Considering your obsession with my ass lately.”

Before I could respond, she turned to walk away, revealing the backside of her bathing suit. Or more correctly, the lack of a backside to her bathing suit. Gia was wearing a thong bottom that revealed two perfectly round globes, and those babies were fucking taunting me as they jiggled their way up toward the house.

“Jesus H. Christ,” I grumbled to myself. I’d never given any thought to what the H stood for before, but at that point, with how he was testing my patience, I was pretty sure it was heartless.





“All done.” I found Gia in the yard sunbathing. Of course, she had to be lying on her stomach so I could get a closer look at her ass. It was fucking phenomenal. Like a chubby, upside-down heart from where I stood. I’d spent the last hour pretend fixing her car and picturing her riding me reverse cowgirl, those ass cheeks jiggling like fucking Jell-O while she rode me hard. I had to force my eyes to her face and clear my throat to continue. “Here are your keys. Your rotors were shot, too. In the future, don’t ride on bad brakes. It just turns a little problem into a big one.”

She shielded her eyes from the sun and twisted her neck to look up at me, still not flipping over to her stomach. “Oh. Okay. Thanks. Can I make you some lunch? It’s the least I can do to repay you for hours of working on my car.”

Is that ass on the menu?

“No. I have to get going.”

She lifted from flat on her stomach to on her knees in a yoga-like pose, taking her sweet ass time before turning over.

“Are you sure?” She bit her bottom lip. “You’ve had to have worked up an appetite.”

Is she fucking with me? I had an appetite alright. “I gotta run.”

I sounded like a broken record, yet here I still stood. My head wanted to get the fuck out of that yard, but my traitorous feet wouldn’t move. Not even when she stood up, turned around and practically rubbed her ass against me as she held up suntan lotion. “Could you rub some sunscreen on my back before you go? I don’t want to burn.”

No. “Sure.”

“Thanks.”

I took the sunscreen and squeezed a glob of creamy white lotion into the palm of my hand. Swallowing hard, I began to rub it into her back. Her shoulders were warm and soft with the tiniest little layer of fuzz on it. It reminded me of a peach. My mouth salivated at the thought of biting into her.

“Could you do a little lower?”

My breathing became labored and my cock swelled as I lowered my hands and rubbed into the middle of her back. I was breaching into dangerous territory.

“Lower” she said. I knew from her breathy voice that I wasn’t the only one aroused.

I lowered to just above her bathing suit bottom and rubbed lotion all over.

When I finished, she turned her head so I could see the side of her face and closed her eyes to whisper, “lower.”