Crash Ride (18 page)

“I’m bored.” Dan shrugged. With the album recorded and no tour dates set, the days were kind of slow for both of us. “You wanna go buy dirt bikes and ride through Central Park?” he suggested.

“You feel like getting arrested today? How about
no
on the dirt bike riding through Central Park.” I shot down his idea, not wanting to spend my afternoon in lock-up.

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, dude. You are so fucking negative.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly why, asshole. If you’re really that bored why don’t we drive to Jersey and go ask Jon Bon Jovi is he’s still livin’ on a prayer.”

“Shit, that’s brilliant. Hurry the fuck up and get ready. I’m driving.”

****

It was just after eight when I climbed the stars that lead to Megs’s loft. Having been with Dan all day and most of the evening meant I had barely spoken to her and I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask her how her day was or kiss her.

Buzzing me up minutes before, she was standing in the doorway waiting for me. She looked fucking beautiful. Her face had been scrubbed of make up and she’d changed out of work clothes and into her sleep shorts and tank top. No bra. It didn’t get much better than that.

The debate I’d been having— about whether to kiss her or talk— was over. I crossed that last step and took her mouth right there. She let out a little whimper as I circled my arms around her and lifted her off the ground. I couldn’t get close enough to her— holding her, kissing her— I’d never get tired of that.

“Well, hello to you too.” She smiled wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I missed you today. I’m just trying to catch up.” I lowered her to the floor as my hands got reacquainted with the rest of her body.

“We going to move this inside or you want to give my neighbors a show?” She looked over my shoulder signaling to the other doors in her hallway.

I grinned looking down at what she was wearing. The tank top she had on, showcasing the curve of her tits. “I think you already gave them a show.” My hand reached up and gently squeezed one of her nipples.

She jerked on my arm, pulling me inside. The door got a kick from her foot and closed behind us. “Be thankful I’m wearing clothes. I could have answered the door naked.”

“You would have received no complaints from me.” We moved through the hallway and into her living room as my mouth went back to work, this time making its way down her neck. I pulled down her tank top as I continued my journey, her beautiful tits popping out the top.

“Troy.” She closed her eyes as my tongue circled her nipple.

“Shsssh, I’m trying to have conversation with your breasts.” Any other conversation would have to wait.

“I want to give you something first.” She pulled her body away from my mouth, and had she not added the next part I would have been extremely pissed off. “Something… sexy.”

“Well now you have me interested.” I smirked as I moved my mouth away from her body. I’d finish that later.

She gave me a gentle shove in the direction of the couch. “Sit,” she demanded, placing both her hands on her hips.

No idea where this was going, but it was kind of hot. My grin got wider as I sunk into the chair behind me. “Is this where you slap a collar on me and pull a whip out of your ass? We both know I’d make a terrible submissive.”

“I don’t want you as a submissive.” She joined me on the chair and curled up in my lap. “I want you naked.”

Her arm reached across to the coffee table and picked up a file that had been sitting there. Her eyes were full of excitement as she handed it to me.

“If that was your goal, you would’ve got me naked quicker my way of doing things.” I kissed her neck before looking at the folder she was pushing against my chest. “What’s with the paperwork? I thought you said it was something sexy.”

She smiled, opening the folder and insisting. “Read it.”

“Urrrr… Female. Caucasian.” I started to read off the notes. “If this is to confirm you’re a female, it’s okay, I worked that out myself. But thanks, I appreciate the reassurance.” I glanced up from the pages of words I wasn’t interested in.

“It’s my blood work, silly. I had a sample taken on Monday and I got my results today. Screenings for STDs and other stuff. See? I’m all good.” She pointed to the part on the page that revealed not only her blood type but also a list of potential nasties, all which read negative.

“This is your health screening? Why are you showing me this?” I placed the folder beside me, it’s purpose having been served.

“Because I wanted to feel your cock in me without the condom.” She smiled sweetly liked she’d just asked me to take her to the mall.

How she was able to say those things with a straight face bewildered me. I loved that she was unfiltered and that she could say the word cock without getting all embarrassed. There was something so fucking hot about a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

“Jesus, Megs. You keep talking like that and you’re going to get your wish sooner than later.” My already hard dick concurred on my assessment. Both of us down for the skin on skin action.

“So does that mean you want that too?” She looked up at me, a patch of vulnerability shining through all that bravado. It just made me want her more.

Did I want to have sex with her, bare? Hell-fucking-yes, I did. We hadn’t had the are-you-on-the-pill talk, and I didn’t want to assume she was. But the prospect of slipping inside of her with nothing between us got me so hard my balls ached. “Of course I want to. That’s not even a real question. But you could have just told me. You didn’t have to show me all this.” I tossed the folder back onto the coffee table.

“I wanted to make it official.” She smiled as she nuzzled against my chest. “I’m on the pill as well so you can come inside me and everything.”

FUCK. Well then. I guess we’ve now had
that
talk.

“Wow. I’m going to need a minute to stop visualizing if we want
that
to actually happen. I’m dangerously close to coming in my pants right now.” I wasn’t even kidding. One sweep of a hand on my dick, and it was all over.

My reaction obviously satisfied her, the grin evidence of that. “See, I told you it was sexy.”

I liked that look on her face, her being happy and knowing I had something to do with it.

“We’re screened every six months for insurance purposes.” It was my turn to do the I’m-all-good talk. “My last one was two months ago and I always have used condoms. I’m good. I can pull the paperwork if you want to see.” Seeing as she had produced paperwork, it was only fair I offered to do the same. I didn’t carry personal medical records around with me but they wouldn’t have been hard to get.

“No, I don’t need to see.” She shook her head and smiled. “We can get to the sex part now, you kissing my nipple at the door made me so freaking wet.”

“Do you practice these things before you say them to me? I swear every word out of your mouth is hotter than the last.” I brushed the hair off her shoulder wondering how the hell I got so lucky.

“It’s a natural talent, now come here and kiss me again.” She brought her lips inches away from mine. “I need things that only you can give me.”

I tiled her chin so that I could look at her, her lips parted, waiting for me to take her mouth. I loved her. I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.

“I’ll give you everything you need, and things you didn’t even know you did.”

I was in love
with him. I had flippantly used those words to describe my feelings for Troy Harris in the past, having seen him on stage but
those
feelings, they hadn’t even come close to what I felt now. Even having known him for months still hadn’t prepared me and, while we hadn’t said the words out loud, he had my heart. Completely. Every part. I wanted Troy. I needed Troy.

“Troy Harris.” I managed to moan in between kisses. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”

There was a sexy laugh against my neck. “I can fix that.” He pulled away from me for a second to remove his T-shirt, his beautiful sculptured chest on display. Every time I saw it, it was just as impressive. His arms came back around me. “Now let me see how much wetter I can get you.”

A loud buzz from the speaker beside my door broke through my lust-filled fog. Whoever it was didn’t stand a chance. Not. A. Chance.

“I’m not answering it. It’s probably someone who’s got the wrong apartment.” My hands moved to his belt and started to fumble with the buckle. It felt like I was going to explode.

“Megs, if we’re going to do this, you need to be naked too.” Troy pulled at the edge of my tank top. He was such a smart man, and one hundred percent right. Naked was an awesome plan.

My fingers moved from trying to undo Troy’s pants to lifting off my top, I tossed it onto the couch without a second though. The warmth of his body on mine was mind blowing.

My cell started ringing loudly from beside me, the illuminated screen doing its best to attract my attention. What? What was so important that needed me to be taken away from this moment? Was the world trying to conspire against this happening? Screw it. It could go to voice mail.

“Fuck, this cannot be happening.” Troy laughed as once again my buzzer started being obnoxious. I hated that thing. Where was a baseball bat when you needed one?

My phone once again lit up, the buzzer and my cell at war with each other as to who would get my attention. It was clear that getting Troy’s naked cock into me would need to wait. I kid you not, I almost cried.

“Yeah?” I palmed the phone and pressed it against my ear. The cell won out because I could still straddle Troy and neither of us had to put our clothes on.

“Megs,” Kyla huffed into the phone. “I know you’re home. Let me up.”

Kyla Heatherington was one of my closest friends and she lived about a block away with her bestie, Brianne. Ashlyn and I had been working at
Garro’s
sports bar for about three months when the two of them waltzed in and poured a pitcher of beer over Brianne’s cheating boyfriend’s head. Turned out it had been the same guy who had been hitting on me since I’d started, so we bonded over a mutual distaste for him. One margarita-filled evening later and the four of us became instant friends. Some things were just meant to be.

Noooooooooo. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from screaming it. That would be rude, right? As much as I loved her, now was not the time for a social call. My eyes closed as my fist tightened around the phone, I needed to keep my voice light.

“Kyyyylaaaa.” Ok, too light, you sound high. Try backing off a bit. “You’re here?” Now you sounded stupid. Of course she was here, she just said that. “What are you doing here?” Better, but was still going to get questions. Maybe I should have stuck with sounding high.

“Are you high? You sound funny.” Kyla’s voice snapped back. See, told you. A career in espionage was something I could safely rule out.

“Umm. I was just…” My brain searched its recesses for something plausible. I had nothing. “Give me a minute and I’ll let you up.” I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the couch beside us.

My eyes glanced longingly at Troy’s naked chest— it wasn’t going to happen. Not until I could get rid of her. “Fuck. I have company.” My teeth clenched so tightly I’m surprised any words got out.

“Okay, I’ll put my shirt back on.” Troy calmly reached for his T-shirt hanging of the arm of the couch.

“No.” My head shook as my voice rose. “No, you can’t be here.” My wide eyes went with the rest of the crazed expression I had going on.

“Megs, she knows we’re friends.” Troy pushed the tee over his head. “Just tell her I stopped by.” He shrugged calmly.

“Stopped by?” My voice rose yet again as I tried to rein in my panic. “Are you kidding? She will smell the sex on you.” My discarded tank top was retrieved and shoved back over my head.

“Ah, Megs we haven’t had sex yet.” Troy smirked as he kissed me.

“That is so unhelpful right now, I’m going to ignore it. You need to hide.” I jumped to my feet and yanked on his arm. Yes, that was solution. Where could I hide him? The closet wasn’t even a contender.

“What the fuck?” He laughed it off; my incessant pulling of his forearm did nothing to move him. “I am not going to hide.” He stood up defiantly and made for my front door.

“Yes you are.” He had to. Kyla had a big mouth and a tendency to gossip. If she knew—everyone knew. And I wasn’t ready for everyone to know. This was so not good. I raced him to my door, flinging my arms across it like a barrier. Ha! Like that would stop him if he wanted to get past.

“She can’t see you. Please go to my room.” My plea sounded desperate. I wasn’t even trying to hide how freaked out I was.

“Megs.” He rolled his eyes, saying my name like I was being ridiculous. Maybe I was being ridiculous. We could argue later, right now I needed him to hide.

“Please,” I begged, my arms still stretched out either side of me, barricading the door.

“Fine.” He relented, and my body relaxed a little. “But know this, the minute she is out the door, your ass is mine and I’m not going to be gentle about it.” He didn’t sound like he was kidding.

“Sure, sure.” I nodded so furiously I hoped it didn’t result in a brain injury, and pointed toward my bedroom door. “My room. I’ll be quick and take the file with you, I can’t have her seeing it.”

Troy muttered something under his breath and huffed a few times but thankfully turned and walked toward my room. He picked up the file from the coffee table, more muttering, and closed my bedroom door. Thank you God, I mouthed silently as I released the external lock and opened my front door.

“Oh hey, Kyla.” I leaned my body lazily against the jamb as I tried to sound casual. Kyla took the final few steps before she reached the landing. “What brings you here?”

“Why aren’t you answering your door? What took you so long? You’re already in your pajamas? It’s not even nine o’clock.” The barrage of questions had started and she hadn’t even entered the apartment. This was not going to be easy.

“I’m tired. I had the music on. I didn’t hear the door.” The answers rolled out of sequence from my mouth, and with very little conviction. The wave of my hand ushering her inside as I shut the door behind us.

“What the fuck happened to your hair?” She looked around my apartment like it would yield an explanation. I silently prayed Troy would not pick this moment to come out, thinking the jig was up. “And why is your face so red?” Her raised brow hinting she wasn’t going to be easily fooled.

“I was exercising.” The lame excuse leapt from my mouth before I had a chance to think of something better.

“In your pajamas? I thought you said you were tired.” Another raised eyebrow, with the folded arms thrown in for good measure. This wasn’t going well for me.

“Yeah I was, from the exercising.” I bounced in place to demonstrate like an idiot. You know, in case she didn’t know what exercising was.

“Okay, this is weird even for you, but whatever.” She waved and started wandering around my apartment. Being that throwing my head between my knees would attract attention, I tried not to have a panic attack.

“Ash called, said you’d had a few rough days at work so I came by to drag your ass out. Get dressed, we’re going out.” She picked up the latest edition of
Cosmo
that was sitting on my coffee table and started to randomly flip.

“No, I can’t.” I almost shouted as she went to sit down on my couch. The same couch Troy had been on moments before.

“Why not? Have a shower if you need, I can wait.” She ignored me, sinking into the seat as she thumbed the glossy pages.

“No, I have an early start tomorrow,” I stuttered. “I can’t go out tonight.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. You don’t work tomorrow. What’s so important you need to be up?” Once again it earned me a raised eyebrow, the magazine was also tossed aside in disinterest.

“I have plans.” Once again my mouth opened without proper thought.

“Doing what?” She folded her arms across her chest, giving me her full interest.

“Tae Bo.” There was no hope. My ship was sinking fast when
that
was the best I could come up with. It was only a matter of time before it all unraveled.

“Tae Bo? Is that still even a thing? Didn’t it go to fitness heaven sometime after the 90’s? Megs, seriously, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you high?”

“No! Of course not.” The giggle and the indignation intertwined wildly in my tone. Did I mention how much I sucked at this?

“I’m not judging you, who hasn’t had a
special
brownie or two. Just saying if you were, it would be nice to share.” Kayla shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Well you’re out of luck because I’ve got nothing.”

“Okay, so stop being lame. Go get changed. We won’t be back late.”

“I really can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because there is a man in my bedroom I’d really like to have sex with.”

The truth startled us both into silence.  Well then. This wasn’t going to be an easy fix.

Kyla opened and shut her mouth a few times, words obviously eluding her. Her eyes flicked to my closed bedroom door. “You have some man holed up in your room?”

“Yes. It’s new. I’m not ready to share him yet.” It was the most honest thing that had come out of my mouth since she’d walked in.

“Are we going to get to meet him?” She didn’t even try to lower her voice, probably hoping to flush out my hidden guest.

“Eventually, just not now. Can you keep this to yourself for a little while?” Not sure why I even bothered to ask, she was going to be on the phone to Brianne and Ashlyn before she’d even left my building.

“Fine, but you know I’m not good with secrets.” She huffed impatiently before lowering her voice. “When the hell did you hook up with this one? Weren’t you dating Josh like not even a week ago?”

“Yeah, I was. It’s…” There was no other word I could think of that was better suited, “…complicated.”

“Honey, you know I love you, right?” She planted her hands on her hips and I prepared for the I’m-worried-about-you speech. “But your life is complicated enough with your work, maybe you need to find some guy who isn’t going to add to that. Find a nice guy, someone you can…I don’t know, settle down with. Oh, there’s this nice guy I work with. He’d be perfect for you.”

“Kyla, thanks but this guy
is
a nice guy and I don’t need anyone setting me up.”

“Fine, just don’t let him break your heart.” She gave me a hug before raising her voice intentionally. “And make sure he treats you right because we have friends that can take care of it if he doesn’t.”

I cringed knowing Troy would have probably heard. “Thanks for that. I’ll call you.” My arms returned the hug before I pushed her toward the door. “And don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

She wasn’t happy about it but she left, the door slamming punctuating her exit. I assumed I’d have about a ten to fifteen minute grace period before she caved and told someone. If anyone was going to make those ten minutes count, it would be me.

“Troy Harris, it’s time for you to make good on that promise.” I almost ran to the bedroom and flung the door open. My hopes of a happy reunion were crushed as I was greeted by Troy’s pale face.

“Megs, you need to sit down.” He tapped the bed beside him and not in sexy kind of way, in the we-need-to-talk kind of way.

“Look, I know you probably heard Kyla be all protective but she is just looking out for me. She doesn’t know it’s you and trust me, she doesn’t have friends who can take care of
it
if things don’t work out, she was being dramatic.” The words bubbled furiously as I made my way to the bed; I wouldn’t let Kayla’s good intentions ruin what was supposed to be an amazing night.