Sweet Surrender (2 page)

She was going to meet up with Ruth from the real estate office about a property she was looking at, down the main street. It was the perfect spot; a cute little building that was once a bank and would be perfect for what she had planned. How the hell was she going to explain to her father that she intended to open up her own shop? He would be angry, of course, but the worst part would be when she told them what kind. She hadn’t told anyone what she was doing, not even her best friend, Skylar, who she missed dearly. If she were with her now it would be so much easier for her to talk to the

Watching as the cars around her sped by, and getting closer to the hell that would hit the roof, she considered telling them something different, but knowing her father, he would find out soon that she wasn’t working full time at his best friend’s firm any longer. She had never wanted to be there, and only did it to make him happy. Not anymore. Now, it was time for her to stand on her own two feet and do what she wanted to do for a living.

Maybe she should just call them and say that she was busy doing something other than driving to their place. She knew that wouldn’t work, as her father or mother would drive to her place instead, or even worse, her workplace.

As she was changing lanes to pass the car in front, a loud bang erupted from the side of the car. Unknowing if it was hers or the car beside her, she screamed and gripped the steering wheel harder as she felt it shake in her hands. Unsure as to why, she merged from the lane onto the shoulder and pulled to a stop. She did not need this now. Of all the days for this to happen, today was not the day.

Sliding out of her Ford, she walked around to where she believed she heard the noise. She noticed straight away that her back tire was flat.

“Damn it,” she groaned.

Looking around at her surroundings, she realised she was nowhere near the closest gas station. She was not going to hail down someone to help her; she was brought up better than that. Walking to the passenger side, she reached for her purse and pulled out her mobile. Bringing up her father’s number, she hit dial but it immediately cut out due to no service. Great, she did not have time for this. She had to meet the agent later that afternoon to check out the shop. It was the only day left if she was really interested in buying it. Ruth had told her they had several people that wanted to purchase the shop, but she was holding it for her.

Chantal held her phone in the air, trying to get any kind of signal. She paced, back and forth, near her car. She really didn’t want to be stuck here with no way to contact anyone, let alone try to convince someone to help her. Sliding down the side of her car, she crouched, leaning her head against her knees, although hard to do in the skirt she wore. She faced away from traffic, which was a good thing. She did not want to cause an accident, given the view that she was showing. She needed to think of what she could do, since she could not get any reception.

After God knows how long she sat there, with still no service, she was ready to wave down one of the drivers that sped past her, since not one of them had stopped on their own to offer any help. She was on the verge of screaming out in frustration when the rumbling of a bike caught her attention. “Where the hell was the bike?
”
she wondered to herself. Looking under her car towards the highway, she saw two wheels parked on the opposite side. After lowering her body to the ground and looking further around, she couldn’t see anyone that was with it. A dark shadow fell over her body, and she stiffened.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Oh my God. That voice was sexy as sin. Breathing slowly, she thought to herself
, “
Please, be at least good-looking.” She attempted to sit up gracefully, but of course, that did not happen; her skirt pulled higher up her thighs and she felt the stare of the stranger following the rise of it. Blushing, she gripped onto the car door, ready to lift herself up.

“Let me help you up,” the stranger offered.

Raising her hand to him, he pulled her up ever so gently against his chest. Where did this guy come from? Moving back a little to see what he looked like, Chantal lost her breath at what she found: black hair, light blue eyes the color of the ocean, and skin tanned to perfection, from what she could see of his face and arms. He wore a pair of jeans that looked sinful on him, and a black t-shirt, which emphasized his chest and arms. His feet were clad in boots, huge motorcycle boots. He had the cutest dimple on his left cheek, and she could just make out a light dusting of freckles across his nose
.
Damn, this guy was fine, where in the world had he been hiding?

Shaking away all the thoughts of what she wanted to do to this fine specimen of a man, she moved out of his reach. Brushing her skirt down, she felt a little uncomfortable that she had been so close to showing what she had on underneath. Looking back at him, she blushed as he watched her straighten her skirt.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked over at her car. “Are you having car troubles?” he asked.

“Yeah, my tire blew out. I was trying to get service on my phone and call for a tow truck, but I don’t have any reception,” she replied.

“Do you have a spare? I can change it for you so you can get on your way. If you waited for a tow truck you might be here for a while.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’m sure they won’t take that long,” she whispered.

His phone started ringing. She watched as he lifted it up, and then shaking his head, he placed it back in his pocket.

“It’s no inconvenience at all, darling. My name is Dominic Grayson. I’m here to service you any way I can,” he said with a smile on his face.

Why did he have to go and say just that? She could think of many ways that he could service her, but none of those had anything to do with the car. Lifting her hand out to him, she said, “I’m Chantal Winters.”

He looked down to her feet, his gaze lingered on her body then proceeded up to look her in the eyes, and then he grinned. “Well, nice to meet you, Chantal. Such a pretty name for a gorgeous girl.”

Blushing further, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide her nipples that had hardened against her top, which were very noticeable. That voice of his sent a wave of pleasure through her, straight to her core.

Moving closer to her, he asked, “Do you have a spare in the boot?”

Unsure that she could reply with the right answer in a normal voice, she nodded instead. She watched as Dominic walked over and popped the boot, then lifted out her spare tire and jack. Walking over to the side of the car with the tire, he dumped the spare beside the flat one. After loosening the bolts, he knelt down and jacked the back end up, then worked at removing the bolts.

He made it look so simple, but she had never changed a tire in her life, let alone anything else to do with her Ford. Leaning against the side, she watched the movement of the muscles in his arms work, which was sexy as hell. She could stand there all day and watch that view.

“You will have to get a new spare when you get that one fixed,” he instructed, pointing to the one on the ground. “This one is bald, how far do you have to go?”

Glancing towards the road, she whispered, “Umm, about 15 kilometers on the highway, then 4 kilometers in.”

“You’re heading to Greens View?” he asked.

“Yes, to my parents’ house. Then I need to go over to Glacier.”

“I don’t think you will be able to make it to Glacier on that spare, especially with the cops around.”

“I’ll get a new one before I head over there, but I need to be at my parents’ house soon,” she replied.

“I’ll have it changed for you in no time,” he said with a smile.

Chantal watched as he ripped the old one off and replaced it with the spare in under five minutes. If she had attempted that, it would have taken her all day. Placing the old tire and jack in her boot and closing it, he moved toward her while wiping his hands on his shirt, giving her a glimpse of what was underneath. She could just make out his six-pack, and he was as tanned there as he was on his face and arms. Damn, it really was getting hot out here. She fanned herself against the flush she got viewing his body. He was definitely a walking wet dream.

Dominic lifted his hand to her face and lightly touched her cheek, making her suck in a breath at the contact. “You feeling alright?”

“I’m fine.” Jesus. There was no way she was going to tell him that she got a hot flush just by looking at him. Moving aside, she said, “Thank you for changing it. You really didn’t have to, Dominic.”

“Call me Dom. I do that for a living. I’m a mechanic at my friend’s workshop ten minutes from here.”

“Wonder if he fixes all those cars shirtless. Maybe I should pull out a wire or something just to see if he does,” she thought and grinned to herself.

Dom pulled out his business card. “If you ever need any work done on your car, give me a call and we can arrange it.” She reached for the card he was offering and then slowly pulled her hand away after accepting it. Dominic grabbed for her hand and brought it to his mouth, and then lightly kissed it.

“Thank you,” she panted.

“It was my pleasure, Chantal,” he answered seductively.

What was with this guy? He was a walking, talking sex god.

Dominic walked over, lifted his helmet over his head and started his bike. Flicking the stand-up, he saluted her, before he gunned it up the highway.

Sex on legs and a bloody motorbike—what more could a girl want? If she ever dated someone like him her parents wouldn’t approve, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be with someone that made her happy, not them. She jumped back in her car and pulled out, driving towards her parents’ house.

She had never believed in love at first sight—thought it was a load of crap—until she met Dominic. The butterflies in her stomach were one sign. The fact that her heartbeat accelerated when he was near was another, though even his voice did that to her, too. As she took the turn-off to Greens View, she knew that she had never been in love, but had a feeling this is what it would be like.

That was the day that she fell in love with Dominic.

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D
ominic had not planned to spend his New Year’s with Elisa. He wanted to spend the holiday with someone else, but knew it would never happen. After parking his truck out back, he walked inside his place. Leaning against the door, he knew she was down in the room, kneeling on the bed and waiting for him. His cock was hard, ready to fulfill what they both wanted, but it really wasn’t her that he desired. Slipping his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, he moved towards the room. Upon opening the door, his eyes automatically went to the bed, and he hissed in a breath. Elisa was on all fours; head down and hands out to the sides, ready to be tied. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a garter belt and a thong, and nothing else. At the end of the bed lay his equipment for the night. Closing the door behind him, he slowly moved over to the bed, and ran his hand from her foot, up her leg, then over her back. Grabbing a handful of her red hair, he pulled back.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Elisa’s eyes shot straight to him. “I have something special planned for you tonight. Are you ready to take it however I give it to you, Elisa?”

“Yes, Sir,” she panted.

Letting go of her hair, he placed the padded handcuffs on each wrist, before doing the same to her ankles. “How’s this?” he asked.

“Just the way I like it, Sir.”

He placed pillows under her hips since he knew there was no way that she would be able to hold the position for too long, and he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She relaxed a little against the pillows and waited.

Dom looked at all the items that he had placed on the bed, but he wanted something a little different tonight. Walking over to his closet, he untangled his whip from its hook. He loved this baby. It was the first one he had ever bought; the craftsmanship of the whip was exquisite. He very rarely pulled it out. He had been saving it for someone else but knew she wasn’t into the kind of stuff he was into. She was too nice to his naughty, and if there was ever a chance of them hooking up, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his full-blown desires for her. It was already hard holding back now when they were around each other, considering what he really wanted to do to her, so he knew it wouldn’t last that long before it broke from him.

He had been holding it back for five years now, and it was getting harder and harder to control. That was why he never spent that much alone time with her in one hit anymore. He wanted to just tell her what he was into, and what he would expect from her. Only he knew that it would scare her off of him, so he kept it to himself because he loved being around her.

“Sir?”

Shaking all thoughts aside of the one he wanted most, he turned his attention back to Elisa. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He brought the whip down hard across her bare legs.

“Yes, what?” he growled.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

He had to stop thinking about
her
and concentrate on Elisa, but it was so hard when all he could picture was her lying down on his bed, blonde hair spread out across his sheets, watching as the whip came down on her beautiful body, and wondering exactly what she would taste like. That last thought alone made him harder than he had ever been in his life.

He did not want vanilla sex with her. He couldn’t handle that. He wanted the whole lot. Shaking his head, he lifted the whip again and cracked it against Elisa’s thighs, harder this time, knowing she was soaking wet from it. “Do you want more?”

“Please, Sir,” she groaned.

Undoing the button of his jeans and readying himself, Dom lifted the whip and cracked it against her ass. The marks left from the whip turned him on so bad that he was panting his self. As he was about to move closer to the bed, a noise from behind caught his attention, and he spun around.

“Chantal?”
What the hell is she doing here, in my Goddamn room
?