Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (31 page)

I
wake
up with a jolt when the car stops. It’s totally dark, wherever we are, and I try to surreptitiously wipe my mouth because I think I was drooling in my sleep.

Then I look around. Behind us there are headlights winding down a road, and I look over at Jackson, who’s grinning at me.

“Is this Santa Barbara?” I ask, totally confused, because I was ninety-nine percent sure Santa Barbara was a city.

“Not exactly,” he says. “This is Big Sur.”

I have no idea what that is.

Jackson got a surprise break from his job when a rodeo in Albuquerque was canceled, and then a job of mine got pushed back, so we decided to go on a road trip to California.

I look at the clock on the dashboard. It’s 1:06 in the morning. I look at Jackson again.

“Are you kidnapping me?” I ask.

He leans over and kisses me.

“Are you ever going to get better at waking up?” he asks.

“Probably not,” I say.

“Come on,” he says.

We get out of the car, and I wrap my jacket around me. I can smell the ocean, and after a moment, I realize I can hear it, too.

Okay, so we’re on the coast.

Jackson grabs a blanket and a reusable shopping bag from the trunk of my car, then walks toward me. I’m trying really hard to wake up, but riding in a car at night puts me to sleep.

“C’mon,” he says. Then he kisses me and walks toward a staircase.

We head down. I was right: the ocean’s right here, almost invisible in the night, and in a few minutes we’re on the narrow strip of sand. The road above is totally invisible, and as my eyes adjust, I can see the rocky shoreline extending for miles in either direction, the blackness of the ocean ahead, the stars above.

I still don’t know what I’m doing on a strange beach at one o’clock in the morning, but Jackson’s spreading out a blanket on the sand and then we sit on it, staring out at the black water, his arms around me.

“You remember that first night in Vegas?” he asks.

“When I waited for you naked with cowboy boots and a hat?” I ask.

“Exactly,” he says. “And afterward we talked about how if we got into a car right then and drove we could make it to the ocean that night?”

I look over at him. Suddenly everything clicks into place, and I know
exactly
why I’m on a beach at one in the morning, and why my boyfriend seemed oddly prepared for this excursion.

Now
I’m awake and trying not to laugh from sheer delight.

“Yeah,” I say, and I think I’m grinning from ear to ear. “I remember when we talked about running away together for a night.”

“You could have talked me into it,” he says. “If you’d said, right there,
let’s go to California together,
I think I would have gone.”

I run my hand lightly over his right kneecap, the busted one.

“We hadn’t even seen much of each other in person, but we’d been talking nonstop, and you were all I could think about,” he goes on, his voice getting quiet. “And there was this moment when we were alone, and just talking, and I thought,
this feels right, I think this is what it’s supposed to feel like.
”

He puts one hand in his jacket pocket. My heart
pounds
, and Jackson looks at me.

Then he laughs.

“You figured this out already,” he says.

I just grin and shrug, and he leans over and kisses me.

“The night we had sex in the bucking chute, I was afraid I loved you,” he says.

He kisses me.

“And when we talked every night, and you sent me pictures of rats and postcards of trash barges, and every single time it was the highlight of my day, I thought I loved you.”

He kisses me again.

“And I knew I loved you that first night in Vegas, standing in front of that window and talking about running away, and I’ve thought about doing this ever since,” he says.

Finally, he pulls a box out of his pocket and opens it. Inside is a ring with a deep blue stone in the center.

“Marry me, Lula-Mae,” he says.

Suddenly I can’t talk around the lump in my throat, and I just nod and hold out my left hand.

“Yes,” I manage to squeak out, and then Jackson kisses me gently. When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine.

“I love you too,” I whisper.

He kisses me one more time, then reaches back into the bag he brought and comes out with a bottle of champagne, and I laugh.

“You thought of everything,” I say as he pops the cork.

Then he looks at the bottle, looks at me, and looks in the bag.

“Not everything,” he says. “I forgot glasses.”

He hands me the bottle.

“Ladies first,” he says.

I kiss him again and take it, still laughing. I lean against him, his arm around me, take a swig of champagne, and then hand it to Jackson. He kisses me before he takes it, drinks, and hands it back.

“You were drinking straight out of a bottle the first time I met you,” he says.

“It was a less classy bottle,” I say.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks.

“What?”

He takes a long drink.

“I absolutely would have done it with you,” he says, grinning. “There’s no question. I never could turn you down. It’s a good thing the police came.”

I laugh and take the bottle back. My ring clinks against the glass, and I look down at it, still sparkling in the dark.

“I found you again anyway,” I say. “It worked out.”

“There’s no one around,” he says, his voice lowering. “We could do it right now.”

I look around. He’s right.

I kiss Jackson hard, put one hand on his chest, grab his shirt and pull him against me.

“Are you ever gonna let me forget that?” I ask.

“Nope,” he says. “I’m still gonna ask you to do it when we’re eighty, Lula-Mae, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

For some reason, it takes me by surprise when he puts it that way, and I swallow.

“You promise?” I ask.

“Of course,” he says. “I asked you to marry me so I could get old doin’ it with you.”

“I did already research wheelchair sex,” I say.

He kisses me again and pushes me backward until we’re lying on the blanket, side by side, and I slide my hand under his jacket and shirt, his warm skin under my fingers.

“Thanks for running away with me to see the ocean,” I whisper.

He kisses my forehead gently, and it’s sweet and sexy and protective all at once. Right now, on this beach by the dark ocean, everything feels like it’s exactly
right
.

“I’ll always run away with you, Lula-Mae,” he says. “You just say the word.”

I just kiss him again, and then again, until I feel like our bodies are melting together.

Then we do it right there on the beach.

* * *

T
hey call
me The Scorpion because I’m fast, lethal, and I pack plenty of heat.

The only thing more dangerous than doing my job is
not
doing my job. But for her?

Sign me the
fuck
up.

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T
he noise started coming
from under the hood not long after Seth turned off the main road, a steady
thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk
.

“Don’t do this to me, baby,” he said out loud. His words were lost in a swirl of heat and dust that came through the old truck’s windows. The air conditioning hadn’t worked in years, and the cab was so full of the fine red grit that it was hard to tell what color the upholstery had been originally.

As if in response, the engine coughed, and Seth grimaced.

“Come on,” he said, still talking to the car through the windshield. “Just a couple more miles and then you can die as much as you want.”

From under the hood came a noise that Seth could only describe as a death rattle, and the car conked out, a thin stream of black smoke rising from the right side of the hood.

“Shit,” muttered Seth, both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he maneuvered the enormous, old pickup to the dusty side of the road.

“Shit, shit,
shit
.”

Once he was on the shoulder, he hit the brakes and the truck came to a stop with a shudder.

At least that still works
, he thought.
The one thing that does
.

Not that it really mattered anymore. Seth looked through the windshield at the long, flat expanse of Utah desert stretching in front of him. A busted truck could pretty much just roll forever out here and nothing would happen.

He sighed deeply and got out and reached into the back for an old piece of rebar that he’d gotten from a construction dumpster. He opened the truck and propped the hood up with the piece of scrap metal, since the wire that was supposed to keep the hood open had been missing for ten years at least.

Inside, the engine was greasy and dusty, black smoke rising from the left side. Seth sniffed carefully at the smoke, which smelled like a combo of burning oil and burnt rubber.

Not a good smell. Not that Seth was expecting a good smell, given that his only mode of transport had just crapped out on him in the middle of the desert. In a minute, he’d take a look, but for now the engine was still too hot for him to touch, so he’d have to just wait it out.

He checked his phone. No signal, of course. He figured that when he didn’t show up on time, Brad would assume that his truck had finally kicked the bucket somewhere. After all, it threatened to every day and twice on Sunday.

It was a good thing that his boss was the only person in the town of Obsidian who seemed to like Seth. Then again, pretty much every other person had either turned Seth down for a job or fired him at some point, so Brad was also nearly the only person left who
could
be Seth’s boss.

It was a small mercy that not
everyone
blamed Seth for who his family had been. Just most of them.

He blew his hair out of his face again and leaned against the shady side of the truck, crossing his arms and waiting for the engine to cool.

In the distance, a cloud of red dust rose.

Seth raised his eyes and, for a moment, dared to get his hopes up. The dirt road wasn’t traveled much, and god knew that lots of the people in town would rather leave him there than pick him up. Good thing he had a couple gallons of water in the car and the willingness to walk the miles back home if it came to that, and he knew it probably would.

Oil and rubber weren’t supposed to burn, not even in a thirty-year-old pickup truck. He was gonna need parts and a ride back to the truck.

The column of dust got closer, and another pickup truck emerged. Seth didn’t recognize it, which was a little odd: in a town of a few hundred people, he’d gotten to know what everyone drove right fast, but this one didn’t register. It was green with a yellow stripe along the side but nothing else, like it had been repossessed from the Forest Service.

The driver was also driving
very
slowly, like they were unfamiliar with the terrain and nervous about the dirt road. That was weird, too — locals tended to drive hell for leather along the dirt roads, their big tires kicking up dust and gravel.

It’s someone new
, thought Seth.
Maybe they’ll give me a ride
.

He stood up straight and waved at the truck with both arms, stepping slightly into the road, and to Seth’s relief, the truck slowed to a crawl.

Very gingerly, the truck drove to the side of the road, parking behind Seth’s truck, the dusty windshield obscuring his view of the driver.

Seth waited, smiling to himself.

They can’t have been here for long at all
, he thought.
Still driving carefully like that
.

As an Obsidian native, Seth had never learned to drive carefully. For that matter, he’d never driven a car that wasn’t almost as old as he was — and as he got older, the cars got dicier and dicier.

The door to the other truck opened.

A vision stepped out.

Seth’s mouth went dry and all he could taste was dust, his vision narrowing in suddenly, forming a black tunnel around the short, curvy girl who’d just awkwardly hopped out of the truck.

The sheer lust was near-instant and dizzying, not to mention
baffling
. Seth had never felt anything like it before, and he shook his head, trying to clear away the tunnel and restore himself.

It didn’t work. His heart beating wildly, feeling like it had grown wings and was trying to escape his chest.

What the hell is happening?
He wondered.
Am I having a heart attack? Am I dehydrated and delirious?

She shoved the door of her truck shut, squinting at him, a wide-brimmed hat casting a long shadow over her face.

Do I know her?

Calm down, Seth. You’ve met attractive women before, you know.

The girl put one hand on her hip and addressed him.

“Your truck break down?” she asked. The wind gusted and she held the top of her hat to her head, even though she had the chin strap securely fastened.

Seth stared. Then he swallowed.

Answer her, dumbass
, he thought.

“Yeah,” he said.

Charming,
he thought.

She blinked and walked to the front of her truck, pausing. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeved button down white shirt, jeans, and big, ugly hiking boots, Seth couldn’t stop staring. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the way her ass looked in those jeans awakened something deep inside him that he didn’t think had ever awakened before.

“You need a jump or something?” she asked. “I’ve got cables somewhere, I think.”

Seth shook his head and jammed his hands in his pocket.

Suddenly, he found himself totally unable to remember what people did with their hands when they talked.

“It’s beyond a jumpstart, I think,” he said. “I’m closer to needing a fire extinguisher.”

The girl wrinkled her nose, a sea of freckles cascading together.

“Shit, that’s no good,” she said. “I haven’t got one of those. How bad do you need it?”

Seth shrugged, and felt a smile tug at his lips.

“I don’t yet,” he told her, looking back at the truck behind him. “At least, not unless I torch the thing myself.”

To his relief, she laughed.

“That’s one way to solve that problem,” she said.

“There’s nothing out here to burn anyway,” he said. “Maybe I ought to and then collect the insurance money.”

Not that I can afford car insurance,
he thought.

The girl laughed, and Seth felt his heart explode again.

I made her laugh!
He thought. It made him happier than anything else he’d done for at least a week.

“You need a ride, then?” she asked. “I’m sort of headed off into the middle of nowhere, but I’m not on a schedule, so I can take you back into Obsidian, or wherever.”

“That would be wonderful,” Seth said.

He reached into the passenger side seat of his truck and grabbed his aluminum lunch box and jacket. If he worked after sundown, like he did pretty often for the overtime, it got cold, fast.

Seth took the rebar out of the truck’s hood, slammed it shut, and tossed the metal back into the bed with an enormous clang, making the girl jump just a little.

“Sorry,” he said. “This thing’s a tank, so sometimes I get a little rough with her.”

She just nodded, and if Seth hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that he could see some color rising to her cheeks.

“Is it locked?” she asked.

“Nah,” he said, walking around to the side of her truck. “Anyone who can steal that thing right now deserves it, if they can get it running.”

That wasn’t exactly true. Seth was more attached to the truck than he wanted to admit, even to himself. After all, his parents had owned it, and every time he got into it, for a second he was ten again, sitting in the middle seat, shifting gears when his dad gave him the go-ahead.

He tried not to get nostalgic, though. It was just a truck. Nothing more than a way to get from home to work and back, and not even a good one at that.

Before the girl got into the truck, she took off her big hat and placed it carefully on top of a canvas bag sitting in the back of the cab. There was a tight red bun coiled messily at the nape of her neck, curls and twists of hair already sticking out of it.

“All right,” she said. “Where are you heading?”

Seated, she looked over at him with hazel eyes, green in the center and brown around the edges, and Seth felt like he was looking downward into a perfect, refreshing pool of water in a forest, falling into her gaze.

She raised her eyebrows.

“A couple more miles down this road,” he said. “There’s a left turn, then a construction site a little ways down it. It’s the only thing out here, hard to miss.”

“Got it,” she said, turning the key and bringing the truck’s rumbling engine to life. “You work construction?”

Seth nodded. “There’s not too many jobs out here, but that’s one of them. This one’s funded by the federal government, but that’s all I know.”

The truck clunked into gear, and the girl checked her mirrors, looking carefully over her shoulder. Seth couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What?” she said, sounding just a little defensive.

“Nothing,” he said. “You seem like you’re new out here. Locals don’t check their mirrors much. If something were coming, you’d know.”

The truck eased onto the dirt road, and the girl smiled a little, just barely blushing, and Seth could feel the matching heat rise in himself.

“Good point,” she said. “You’re right, I’m new.”

“I’m Seth, by the way,” he said. “What brings you to Obsidian? We don’t get much fresh blood out here.”

Could you seem creepier?
He reprimanded himself.
Really, fresh blood?

“Juliana,” she said. She held out her right hand, hovering over the stick shift as she barreled along the road, and he took it.

He felt like he dwarfed her, his hand easily a third bigger than hers, and he took it gently, almost afraid of hurting her.

“That’s your handshake?” she said, shooting him a teasing glance with those hazel eyes. “Come on, I thought you worked construction.”

Seth squeezed harder, feeling the flesh of their hands press together, little jolts of electricity running up and down his arm.

Juliana smiled, glancing between him and the road.

“Better,” she said, shifting gears again. “Everyone calls me Jules, by the way.”

“That seems a little more fitting,” Seth said, settling back into the truck’s bucket seat. He redirected one of the AC vents so it was hitting him right in the face, letting the cool air wash over him.

“Juliana seems a little formal,” he said. “Princesses in poofy dresses, that kind of thing,” he said.

“Yeah, I think my mom was hoping for a girlier girl when I was born,” she said. “I’ve got three older brothers, so she put me in a lot of tutus and stuff, but I’d just get them muddy immediately.”

For a moment, an image came to mind: Jules in a mudpit, her clothes sticking to her curves like glue, her laughing and tugging on his arm.

Engines,
he told himself sternly, fighting an erection.
Serpentine belts and transmissions and brake fluid.

It worked, but barely.

“What brings you to Obsidian?” he asked.

“I’m a staff geologist for Quarcom,” she said. “I’m doing some testing on a big mining project that they’re doing out here.”

Seth frowned and looked at her.

“There’s a mining project?” he asked.

Deep down, he had a sudden inkling of trouble. A mine, in Obsidian? He’d seen other towns turn into little more than giant waste pits from big mining operations.

“Yeah, it’s way out in the middle of nowhere,” she said, gesturing at the desert. “They put me up in a trailer for a little while, and then I’m off to whatever the next place is.”

That
made his heart squeeze, like talons had closed around it

“How much longer are you here?” he asked. “That’s the turnoff, by the way,” he said, pointing.

“Just a few days,” she said. “I’m almost done, and then they break ground.”

She downshifted and the truck rumbled onto the side road, this one even rougher than the dirt road they’d been on.

“They don’t pave much out here, do they?” she muttered to herself, leaning forward in her seat, peering through the dusty windshield.

“There’s really no point,” said Seth. “The dirt is almost as hard as asphalt, it never rains so it never gets muddy, and we’ve all got high-clearance trucks already.”

Up ahead, construction equipment loomed, and Jules pulled in next to it. A few guys in hard hats looked up from pouring concrete to the girl in the truck.

“Thanks for the ride,” Seth said.

“My pleasure,” said Jules. Then she looked away from him quickly, and Seth thought that she blushed a little.

“I know you’re not in town for much longer, but I could show you around a little. As payment,” Seth said, grinning at her.

In his chest, his heart thumped, its wings beating at his ribcage.

Her eyebrows went up, and a mischievous sparkle came into her green-brown eyes.