Sweet Ride (18 page)

“I had a great ti—”
but he cuts me off with a scorching kiss. His lips consume me. Oh,
fucking hell, I’m definitely not going to last much longer. When he
finally gets his fill, he pulls back, and my lips are sufficiently
swollen.

“I had a great day,
too, baby,” he says huskily, his arms wrapping tightly around my
waist and his erection pressing hard against my belly. Should I or
shouldn’t I invite him in? Nope, forget it, Payton. You need time,
remember?

“Goodnight, Jack,”
I sigh.

“Goodnight, bella,”
he mutters against my lips, but before he leaves, I feel him press
something cold and metallic into my hand.

“What’s this?” I
ask.

“Pepper spray. Keep
an eye on your surroundings. If Dag, or anyone else for that matter,
approaches you and tries something, do not hesitate to use this shit.
Just aim and spray,” he instructs.

“Aim and spray, seems
easy enough.” He chuckles and gives me one last kiss before leaving
on his motorcycle. I watch his taillights disappear as he turns at
the end of my street.

I walk through the
front door and head into the kitchen, placing the can of pepper spray
on the center of the island. I grab a quick glass of water and head
upstairs to get a shower. For once, the water isn’t boiling hot.
It’s probably the first time that I haven’t wanted to scrub the
skin off my body. Once I’m sufficiently clean, I get out, dry off,
throw on a fresh pair of panties, and a pink tank top. It’s still
kind of early, but it’s been a long busy day, and I’m practically
falling asleep as it is, so I climb into my comfy bed.

I’m almost asleep
when a pounding noise downstairs jolts me awake. Amber or Molly
weren’t here when Jack dropped me off from our date, so I figure it
might be either one of them and they forgot their keys, which happens
a lot, actually. The banging starts again.

Not bothering with
putting anything on to cover up, I rush down the stairs and pull the
door open without checking to see who’s there first. Huge mistake.
It’s Dag. Not the person I want to see right now … or ever. He
looks slightly intoxicated as his body sways in the doorway.

“Dag, what the fuck
are you doing here?” I ask, clearly annoyed by his unexpected
presence.

“I want you back,
mamacita,” he drunkenly slurs.

“You never had me in
the first place. It. Was. Fake.” I say, desperately trying to get
my point across to him, once and for all.

“Maybe for you, but
not for me. Give me another chance, we can make this work,” he
pleads, but it’s useless because nothing he says will change my
mind.

“Dag, just go.” I
try to close the door, but he jams his foot between the door and the
doorframe, preventing it from closing.

“No, I won’t
fucking go!” he yells, reaching in and grabbing me roughly by my
upper arm. He tries to yank me closer to him, but fuck that shit.

My knee comes up, and
he goes down. Dag’s on the front step in the fetal position,
grabbing his crotch. “You fucking bitch!” he spits.

“I thought you liked
it rough, asshole!” I scream down at him. “Don’t come near me
again, or I’ll go all Lorena Bobbitt on your ass. Well, not on your
ass, but I’m sure you get the picture,” I threaten then slam the
door shut and lock the deadbolt.

I jump, and my heart
almost hammers out of my chest when I hear, “You took that fucker
down! It was awesome!” Molly’s standing at the foot of the
stairs, and I’m guessing she saw the whole ordeal.

“Jesus Christ! Where
the hell did you come from?” I shriek. Nobody was home when Jack
dropped me off.

“You were in the
shower when I got home,” she says.

“You’re home early.
Thought you were working until close?” I ask her.

“I was supposed to,
but it was dead, and I asked if I could leave early. I’ve got an
exam tomorrow, and I could use the extra study time. And now I’m
super glad I did because I would’ve missed that. He’ll be lucky
if he can ever get it up again. You really nailed him hard,” she
says excitedly.

“I did, didn’t I?”
I return.

“You sure did, chick.
And I loved how you were like, ‘I’ll go all Lorena Bobbitt on
your ass,’ and shit. That was fucking priceless,” she busts out
laughing and can’t help but join her. “I just wish I had my
iPhone to record it. That shit would go viral,” she manages to get
out before running back upstairs. I quickly follow behind. Once I’m
in my bedroom I call Jack.

“Hey, beautiful,”
he greets quietly. I hear voices in the background.

“Hey, yourself. Just
thought I’d call to let you know Dag made a reappearance,” I
inform him.

“Did you pepper spray
the asshole like I told you,” he grits out.

“No, but I
effectively kneed his balls up into his throat,” I say, and Jack’s
laughter roars through the phone line.

“Remind me never to
piss you off,” he says jokingly.

“Jack?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks again for
today. I had a great time,” I tell him.

“Me too, baby,” he
returns. “Any plans on Sunday?” he asks.

“Nada. It’s my day
off, and I’ve no plans as of yet,” I say hopefully.

“Wanna take you out
for supper.”

“Sure. Where to?
Dressy or casual?” I ask. I don’t want to dress up if he’s
taking me to a pizza joint. And I definitely don’t want to be
wearing jeans if he’s taking me somewhere fancy.

“Can’t tell you the
where, but dress casual,” he informs me.

“Okay, great.”

“Gotta go. Later.”
He disconnects.

I wonder where he’s
taking me, and why it’s such a secret. I guess I’ll find out soon
enough. Sunday’s only three days away. I crawl back into my bed
with thoughts of Jack in my head and before long I fall asleep.

* * *

Waking up well rested
the next morning, I decide that after breakfast I’ll clean out my
car and then maybe go visit Ella and the kids. Feeling happy and
content for the first time in a while, I really don’t feel like
wasting my day away doing nothing. I’ve got to work later this
evening, but until then I’ve got loads of free time.

I shower, throw on
shorts and a tank top, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and finally
eat a banana, bowl of cereal, and drink a glass of orange juice.
After loading my dishes into the dishwasher, I slip on a pair of
flip-flops, walk outside to my baby, and haul the little hand-held
vacuum from the trunk.

Pulling out the car
mats, I shake the sand off and lay them down on the driveway. Then I
turn the vacuum on and start sucking all the loose sand from the car
floor. Pushing it under the driver’s seat, I hear a dinging sound
as the vacuum sucks up something underneath the seat. It’s probably
a coin or something, and I don’t intend on looking through the
dirty canister for loose change. Yeah, not going to happen.

Once I thoroughly clean
the interior of my baby, I put the mats back in place and the vacuum
back in the trunk. Grabbing my cell out of my purse, I call Ella to
see if she’s going to be around so that I can drop by. I need to
spend some quality time with my bestie and two favorite little
kiddies. They’ve got no plans, so that takes care of my day.

I pack my work clothes
into my purse because I plan on staying at Ella’s the rest of the
day, and I’ll leave for work from there. No point in driving all
the way back here and then to work.

* * *

It’s now 3:15 a.m.,
exactly fifteen minutes after Pulse closed for the evening. Lately,
it’s been pretty cool outside when I get off in the early morning
hours, so I brought in some extra clothing to change into after my
shift. After cleaning up, I head out back and change from my mini
skirt, tank, and heels into a pair of hipster jeans, black flats, and
my favorite pink hoodie.

Jack worked today, but
he managed to take the time to call or text me throughout. I
repeatedly tried to pry information from his tightly closed lips.
Needless to say my attempts failed miserably, and I’m not any
closer to knowing where he’s taking me on Sunday.

I exit out of the
employee entrance, stopping on the steps to send Jack a short text
letting him know I’m heading home. Because of the incident with Dag
the night before, I look up and scan the dimly lit parking lot to
make sure the coast is clear. Before I start making my way to my car,
I unzip my purse and rest my hand on the pepper spray Jack gave me.

For some reason I’m
feeling anxious at the thought of walking to my car by myself.
Something feels off, but I don’t know what it is. I convince myself
I’m just being paranoid and hastily make my way toward my car.
Suddenly, a large hand yanks me back by my arm. Instinct takes over
as I haul the pepper spray out of my purse, spin around, aim, and
spray until the can’s empty.

“Fucking hell!”
Juan’s screams echo through the parking lot. He drops to the
pavement and rolls around wailing in agony.

“Oh shit!” I
shriek, kneeling down by him.

“What the fuck is
that shit?” he yells, rubbing at his reddened eyes.

“It’s pepper spray.
Stop rubbing your eyes, it’ll only make it worse,” I inform.
Fucking shit! I hope he doesn’t fire me over this. I can’t afford
to lose this job.

I help Juan up as best
I can because he probably has a hundred pounds on me. Wrapping his
arm around my shoulder, I help walk him back toward the club. I wince
when I notice the skin on his face has broken out in an irritated
rash and see the tears streaming down his cheeks. Once I get him
through the door, I lead him toward the washroom.

“Juan, lean over the
sink,” I instruct. I turn the cold water on and let it run for a
minute in hopes that it’s really cold. Cupping my hand under the
tap, I tell him to open his eyes so I can splash water in them to
flush the chemical out. He doesn’t hesitate to follow my orders.
After a couple of minutes, I turn the water off and hand Juan a clean
towel to dry his face.

He leans against the
sink and asks, “What the fuck was that about?”

“Fuck! I’m so
sorry, Juan. Jack gave me a can of pepper spray because Dag attacked
me a while ago, and he’s sort of been sniffing around me again.
Please don’t fire me over this. I can’t lose this job,” I
plead.

“I’m not going to
fucking fire you, but Jesus Christ woman, look before you pull that
kind of shit,” he says angrily, and I can’t really blame him.

“Why did you come
after me in the parking lot?”

“You forgot your tip
money. Thought I’d catch you before you left.” he says, his hand
slipping into his pocket pulling out a white envelope.

“Shit! I’ll make it
up to you I swear,” I tell him.

“Damn right you
will,” he says, turning and looking into the mirror at his red
swollen eyes and skin.

“Anything. You name
it, consider it done,” I offer.

“Martine can’t make
it in for her day shift tomorrow. I need you to cover for her,” he
says turning back around to face me. Jeez, that’s not too much to
ask for almost blinding the guy. Even though I’ll be pulling a
double shift, it’s doable.

“I’ll be here
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” I respond happily.

“Great, now how about
I walk you out to your car so you don’t pepper spray another
unsuspecting person?” he asks, his eyes still red and puffy.

“That’d be great.
Thanks Juan.”

When I’m safely in my
car, I notice that there are several messages from Jack wondering
where I am and how come I’m not answering my phone. Damn it! I
forgot I turned the ringer off. I immediately call his number, and he
answers on the first ring.

“Please tell me
you’re okay,” he sounds worried.

“I’m fine, Jack.
Juan’s the one that’s not doing too good.” I proceed to tell
him what happened in the parking lot, and his only reaction is to
laugh.

“It’s not funny,”
I snap.

“It’s fucking
hilarious,” he returns, his laughter getting louder.

“Okay, maybe it’s a
little funny,” I giggle out.

“Get your ass home
now. I’m waiting outside,” he orders. My pussy clenches and
dampens at the thought of having Jack spend the night in my bed.

“Uh-huh,” I mutter
before disconnecting the call. I peel out of the parking lot anxious
to get home.

About ten minutes
later, I turn into my driveway and see him with his arms folded
across his chest, leaning against his Harley. I have to clamp my legs
together to ease the ache that’s been building since I spoke to him
on the phone. What is it about this guy that affects me so much? I
don’t know, but I dread for the day to come when he finds out what
kind of fucked up mess I really am. That’s when he’ll leave me,
and my heart will shatter. Until that day comes, I’m going to take
advantage of spending as much time with him as possible.

I walk over toward him
and stop when my feet come in contact with his. My eyes slowly trail
down his body, and by the massive erection I can clearly see
straining in his jeans, I’d say he’s just as horny as I am. The
pulsing between my legs is almost unbearable.

He stands up straight
and leans forward, his mouth claiming mine in a fiercely possessive
kiss. I release a long groan as his mouth swallows the erotic sounds.

“Ti desidero,” he
huskily says in Italian, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks.
His right arm pulls me against his chest, while his left hand
descends down my aroused body. He deftly unzips my jeans and dips his
hand inside of my wet panties.

“Aaaaah. What’d you
just say?” I barely manage to get out. The feeling of his fingers
toying with my clit almost makes me come on the spot.

“I want you,” he
breathes out against the base of my throat, then licks a hot trail
back up to my tingling lips. His mouth latches on to mine again
before I can form any sort of response. To my disappointment he
removes his hand from between my thighs. Suddenly, both of his
hands are on my outer thighs as he lifts me up his hard body,
wrapping my legs around his waist. My arms snake around his shoulders
at the same time his hands land on my ass, pushing me against his
body. I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my pussy
and, just like that, I come.