Sweet Ride (32 page)

And last but not least,
we drop Izzy and Sofie off at Izzy’s place. Sofie wants to stay
with her for the night, so Jack walks them into the apartment and
makes sure everything’s secure before leaving. You know the whole
overly protective big brother thing. I love that about him.

By the time we get
home, I really have to pee badly, so I run inside, heading directly
for the bathroom. Not bothering with turning on the light switch, I
unzip my jeans, pull them down and sit on the toilet. I feel the
unexpected and unwanted coldness and hardness of water and porcelain
hitting my ass, as I fall into the toilet bowl. I scream and push
myself back out.

Cocksucking
motherfucker!

“JACK!” I scream
out and hear him running up the stairs.

“Payton? Are you
okay?” he asks, not noticing my pants and underwear around my
ankles.

I glare at him and
answer back, “What the fuck? I just fell in the fucking toilet,”
I shriek.

Jack just stands there
laughing at me.

“It’s not funny.
You should always put the seat down. You should know that. You grew
up living with a bunch of women. I’m sure they never let you leave
the seat up.”

“Sorry, I’m used to
being on my own, and I never brought women here so I didn’t have
that problem. If I went to someone’s place I really didn’t give a
fuck.”

“Yeah, well I’m
going to have a bruise on my ass now, thanks to you.”

“You want me to kiss
it better?” he asks laughing.

“Eww, fuck no. My ass
was just in the toilet. Now I’ve got to get a shower. Thanks, I was
looking forward to you fucking me,” I snarl and step out of my
jeans, taking off my top and making my way to the shower. I turn
around to get a towel ready, but Jack’s standing behind me, naked
as the day he was born. Sweet!

“What are you doing?”
I ask.

“I’m going to clean
your ass and the rest of your body, then I’m going to kiss your ass
and every other part of your body, and then I’m going to fuck you
in our shower,” he says, matter of fact. Whew! For a second there I
thought he was going to say, he was going to fuck my ass and every
other part of my body. I’m so not down with the whole ass-play
thing.

“Works for me,” I
say, getting in and turning on the water.

Jack made good on what
he said. Then we spent the rest of the night in bed doing lots of
other fun things.

The next morning I wake
up lying on my stomach with my face buried in my pillow. I lazily
stretch out my arms and legs. A wide grin slowly spreads on my face
as I remember all of the orgasm-inducing activities Jack introduced
me to last night. He left me so sated that I had the best sleep ever.
I’m a little sore from all of our lovemaking last night, but I’m
eager to have another go at him and soon. I turn my head to the right
expecting to see his beautiful face, but my smile fades as I see his
side of the bed empty.
What the hell?

I roll over on my back
and sit up. That’s when the smell of breakfast cooking hits me.
Suddenly, I hear, “Babe, you awake?” yelled from downstairs in
the kitchen.

“Yep!” I shout
back.

“Get your gorgeous
fucking ass down here! Breakfast is done!” he orders. I love it
when he’s bossy like this.

“How about
you
get
your
gorgeous ass up here and serve me breakfast in bed!”
I yell back at him as I stretch again.

“You know as well as
I do that if I come up there, I won’t be eating any food! So get
your ass down here, now!” he shouts.

“Okay, I’m coming.
Don’t get your panties in a twist!” I return, giggling a little.

I crawl out of the bed
and open the top drawer in my dresser, hauling out a random t-shirt
to cover my naked body. Feeling a little naughty, I don’t bother
putting on any panties. I make my way down the stairs and walk into
the kitchen, leaning my hip against the island watching my man.
Jack’s back is to me, and he’s wearing only a pair of faded jeans
and all of his sexy-ass tattoos are on full display. He’s plating
bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and some sliced oranges. Yum! And I
don’t mean the food.

He turns around, and
our eyes connect. I see his dark green eyes fall down my body and his
mouth pulls tight. I do a quick body scan of him, and I can’t help
but notice the top button of his jeans is left undone. I want him
inside of me bad. Who cares about breakfast? Not me. When I manage to
drag my eyes back up from worshipping his freaking hot bod, he
suddenly lunges at me.

His hands grip me by my
armpits, and he lifts me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of the
island with him between my thighs. I instinctively wrap my legs
around his waist. “Where’d you get the shirt, babe?” he asks
me, his hands sliding down my sides, stopping at my hips. I look down
and realize that I’m wearing the shirt I stole from him when we
first met. His finger begins to trace the first M in Mayhem that’s
directly over my breast, causing my nipples to harden.

“Umm. Ryder gave it
to me a while ago,” I say, lying through my teeth.

“Bullshit. The shirt.
Where’d you get it?” he repeats.

“I told you Ryder
gave it to me,” I lie again, this time barely able to stop from
smiling.

“Payton. Gonna ask
one more time. Where’d you get the fucking shirt?” he asks, the
corners of his mouth pulling up a little. Oh, I see, he likes this,
too.

“Ryder. Gave. It. To.
Me.” I have a huge grin on my face now.

“Funny thing. I had a
shirt like this one, and it went missing. It had a cigarette burn on
the left bottom hem. Just like this one,” he points out, fingering
the hem with his other hand, finding the burn hole. Totally busted!

I bite down on my lip a
little, deciding whether or not to tell him the truth. I decide to go
with the truth. “I kind of stole it from you the first night we
were together,” I confess. “It was so comfy, and it smelled like
you, so I just took it.”

A deep growl escapes
from the back of his throat as he takes my mouth in a possessive
kiss. His hands move, gripping the insides of my knees, pushing my
thighs farther apart. They slide up my legs, to my hips underneath
the shirt. Breaking away from my mouth, he rests his lips against my
neck and groans, “Jesus, no fucking underwear.” He pulls me
closer so my ass is hanging over the edge of the counter, pressing me
against his hard erection causing a moan to release from the back of
my throat.

Grabbing my hand, he
moves it downward, pressing it against the beast. “This is what you
do to me. You make me so fucking hard.” The only response I have
for him is a moan.

“Is your pussy wet
for me?” he asks.

“So wet,” I barely
get out, grabbing his hand and placing it between my legs.

“Fucking dripping,”
he hisses as he swirls his fingers against my clit, setting me on
fire. “Wanna feel you around me,” he says, removing his hand from
my aching sex and unzipping his jeans. He pulls them down over his
hips and legs.

I grip the hem of the
shirt to haul it up over my head, but he stops me. “Leave it.”
It’s not a request, but an order, and it turns me on even more. He
pushes me back, so that I’m lying on the counter top. One of his
hands wraps around the front of the shirt, pulling it tight to my
body baring my flat stomach. He lays his other hand flat on my belly,
and then with one thrust of his hips, his cock slams into me.

“Fuck, Jack,” I
grunt out, as he moves inside of me. I open my eyes to look at him.
He’s leaning back, and his eyes are locked on his cock moving in
and out of my body. By the expression on his face, he likes this. A
lot.

“Jesus, fuck, Payton.
Love watching my cock fuck your pussy. So fucking hot.” His dark
eyes look away from where we’re joined, and our eyes meet.

“Jack, please just
fuck me harder,” I beg.

“This is gonna be
rough,” he growls.

“I don’t care. Just
do it, now!” I bark out, getting impatient.

“Hold on to
something,” he orders.

I grip the edge of the
counter as he starts fucking my body like he’s out of control.
Before long, I feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m not going to
last much longer. The hand on my belly moves down, and he presses his
thumb against my clit, which takes me over the edge. I scream out his
name and arch my back off the counter, as my orgasm takes over my
whole body. Jack groans out my name, as he finds his own release and
then slumps over me, his hand still tangled in the shirt and head
resting on my rib cage. He stays there for a few minutes, still
inside of me, as we try to catch our breath.

“You own me,” I
rasp out.

He stands up, pulling
me up with him. His hand releases the shirt and both of them slide up
the inside on the bare skin of my back. Pressing his forehead against
mine, he whispers against my lips, “No baby. You fucking owned me
the moment you asked me what my name was.” Wow!

Not knowing what to say
to that, the next words out of my mouth are, “I guess you like the
fact that I’m wearing your shirt.”

“
Like
it? No,
I fucking
love
it,” he admits. “But I love you buck-ass
naked even more,” he drawls and then his hands are hauling the
shirt up over my head. Even though he’s acting like he’s an
animal, and it’s mating season, he places butterfly kisses along my
sternum and collarbone. I love how he can be both rough and sexy and
gentle and sweet at the same time.

“I love you, Jack,”
I say, brushing my lips lightly against his.

“I love you more,
baby,” he returns.

“Not possible,” I
mutter then claim his lips with my own.

His feet shuffle as he
kicks his jeans off from around his ankles, and then he picks me up.
I keep my legs and arms wrapped around his body, as he carries me to
the living room, throwing me on the couch. Over the next couple of
hours, we devour each other, and all thoughts of eating breakfast are
long forgotten.

Tonight’s one of the
longest nights of my life, and I’m only halfway through my fucking
shift. I can’t wait until I’m done and get to see Jack. God, I
think I’m turning into Ella. It’s hard to believe that not too
long ago I wouldn’t even sleep with a guy more than once, let alone
be in a relationship with one. Now I want to spend every waking
moment with my man. I’m just glad I get a second chance to figure
this thing out with him, and I really hope his heart is truly in the
right place. My heart can’t afford much room for error, and if this
turns out awful, I’m going to end up a nun. But hey, that might
just be for the best.

Taking a quick bathroom
break, I hear Juan call out, “Rocky, get you’re fucking ass in
here.”

Walking into his
office, I ask, “Jesus who pissed in your cornflakes?”

“I don’t know what
it is with this night, I have fuck all in sales. You’d be doing me
a fucking favor leaving early, so get gone!” Juan spits out. Good
enough for me.

“Later!” I say. He
doesn’t have to tell me twice.

“Yeah, yeah!” he
shouts back to me.

With that, I head into
the employee dressing room and change into jeans and a t-shirt. I
plan on surprising Jack with supper and the treat of a
Twilight
marathon. Hopefully he’ll be home when I get there. I’m so
looking forward to some quality cuddle time with my man.

The parking lot’s
just as empty as the bar itself. The one light that shows the way is
flickering. Just great—nothing says creepy like a walk through a
dark and dingy parking lot with an unstable light. Deja vu. I glance
over the area, and everything seems fine. No stranger than usual. I
keep my keys in my left hand and reach into my bag with my right to
grab the replacement pepper spray Jack got me when I so kindly
dispersed the last one on Juan. That man always looks out for me.

I’m no more than
twenty steps away from my baby when I hear faint footsteps behind me.
I freeze. With my finger on the pepper spray, I turn around. Nothing.
I squint my eyes as I double check to make sure I see nothing. This
is starting to seem like one of those paranormal shows. I head back
toward my car again. I manage to make it to the door before I hear
another sound. This time I swear I can hear whispering. I’m not in
the mood to be messed with tonight, or any night for that matter. I
put the keys in the door to unlock her, wishing I had invested in
remote locks. I make shifty eyes to both sides trying to find out
where the noises are coming from. I still see nothing. Fuck! Am I
being haunted? Or am I going crazy? I quickly open the door, jump in,
and rev the engine. As I start to pull out of the lot, I swear, in my
rearview mirror I catch a shadow in my taillights moving. Maybe I
need an exorcism. This shit is freaky.

I’m about half way
home when I hear the familiar Divinyls song. I pull over to dig my
phone out of my purse. It’s times like these I wish I could be one
of those girls that can get away with just carrying a clutch. But
fuck no! You never know when you might need deodorant, a brush, or an
extra pair of pants. Really, though. I try to locate the stupid phone
by sound and end up giving up and just dumping my bag out onto the
passenger seat. I hit the answer button on the screen and am about to
say a sexy hello to my man when my door’s yanked open.

“What the fuck?” I
scream.

I feel myself being
jerked out of my car. I keep screaming into my phone for Jack to help
me. I throw it to the floor just before everything goes black.

* * *

I feel like I’ve been
on a weeklong bender. My vision’s blurred, and I can barely lift my
head. From what I can make out, I’m sitting in a chair—a very
uncomfortable one at that. I can’t seem to move my arms or legs. I
hear a voice before everything goes black again.