going to explode every second I wasn’t inside her.
I needed her. Now.
Positioning myself behind her, I grabbed her hips, aligned the tip of my cock with her opening, and drove it home.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My eyes rolled back, the heat and pressure of her pussy overwhelming me. I had no control left. No will to hold back. I slammed into her, sliding through her wetness, fucking her relentlessly.
Palming her ass cheeks, I drove into her, my hips jerking hard. The bed knocked into the wall, and Fiona braced herself against the mattress, rocking back into me with every thrust.
I looked down, watching my thick cock disappearing inside her. There was that ass again—so fucking tempting. I slid my finger in, just the tip, and the pressure almost made me explode.
“Fuck, Evan. Yes.”
That was it. I was a goner.
My muscles clenched, my abs tightening, and the intensity in my groin reached the breaking point. I thrust harder, over and over, letting the mind-numbing pleasure sweep through me. My cock throbbed inside her, pulsing as I unleashed. My hips slammed into her ass, my hands digging into her flesh. I growled like a fucking animal, coming so hard it made my head swim.
When I finally finished, I pulled out and Fiona collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. I paused to catch my breath, then stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
I came back to the bedroom and Fiona hadn’t moved. She was sprawled out on her stomach, one leg bent and the other straight, her cheek resting on the mattress. She blinked her eyes open and the corner of her mouth hooked in a smile.
“Can’t move.”
I crawled into bed and hauled her against me. Buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.
So fucking good.
This woman was mine. And no one was ever going to take her from me.
32
Evan
It was the moment of truth. Or one of them, anyway.
Fiona squirted gas into the carburetor while I sat in the driver’s seat. It was time to see if the Pontiac’s engine would turn over after all the work I’d done.
“Go ahead,” she said.
Holding my breath, I turned the key and pressed the gas. The engine rumbled, so close to turning over. I gave it a little more.
“Come on, baby,” I said under my breath. “Give me what I want. That’s it.”
Finally, it roared to life, the throaty growl echoing in the open shop. Fiona threw her hands in the air and did a victory dance.
I gently patted the steering wheel. Fuck, yes.
“It sounds great,” she said, raising her voice so I could hear her over the noise.
I turned it off and leaned out the open door. “Yeah, that was a big win. Thank fuck it works.”
She came around to the driver’s side. “Of course it works. You’re an expert at making an engine purr.”
I was about to pull her into my lap—and was thinking about all the dirty things I could do to her in this car—when Gavin sauntered into the shop, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
Fucking Gavin.
“Hey, Fiona.”
With a soft laugh, she straightened. “Hey, Gav.”
“You’re looking especially beautiful,” he said. “You busy tonight?”
“Gavin, stop trying to hit on my girlfriend.”
“Who’s hitting on her?” He put his hands up. “I just asked if she was busy tonight.”
I got out of the car and leveled him with a glare. As usual, he just smiled at me.
Logan came in behind him. “Hey, brotato chip. Levi’s not here yet? I thought he’d beat us.”
“Why is Levi coming? And why are you guys here?”
“We’re riding today,” he said.
“Since when?”
“Since we are,” Logan said, his forehead creasing like I’d asked a stupid question. “We talked about it the other day.”
“If you guys want to go, I can stay and keep Fiona company,” Gavin said. “I don’t mind.”
I growled at him.
He grinned back.
“Riding what?” Fiona asked.
“Dirt bikes,” Logan said. “We’ve got miles of trails out there.”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “I love riding dirt bikes.”
“You know how to ride?” I asked.
She put her hands on her hips. “Are you kidding? I grew up around gearheads. They took me dirt bike riding all the time when I was a kid.”
“Fucking awesome,” Logan said. “She can ride Grace’s bike.”
“Grace rides?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah, sometimes. We fixed up a bike for her when Asher was gone so she could come riding with us.”
“So what do you think, Fiona?” Gavin asked. “Want to come?”
Her eyebrows lifted and she looked at me.
I needed to work, and no