Fast Lane (8 page)

She exhales with a heavy sigh. “Coen, I…”

I stop her before she can argue. “Lexi. Please. Don’t make me pick you up and carry you, because I can, and I will. I know we’ve only known each other for a day, but I would never forgive myself if something happened. Now run in and grab what you need. I’ll be waiting in the car.” I couldn’t protect my parents from the drunk driver when I was eight, but I’m going to do everything in my power to save Lex now.

She opens her mouth again like she’s going to speak, but instead rubs the back of her neck, turns on her heels and does as I ask. I walk back to my car, get in, and wait for her to come back. I wonder how in the hell the rest of this twisted fucking day is going to go.

I’M WALKING THROUGH
my house, grabbing things I think I might need. Where the hell does Coen get off telling me what to do? And why the fuck was Patrick at the race tonight? Is he stalking me? This is so fucked up. With Patrick pulling his little stunts tonight, though, I’m starting to think a night with Coen may be just what I need. I’ll stay at his place, and then tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways and life will go back to normal. Whatever that is.

I walk into my bedroom and glance at myself in the mirror as I walk past. Wow, I’m a hot mess. I don’t want to keep Coen waiting long, so I quickly strip off my t-shirt and shorts and throw on my favorite summery black dress, but keep on my Chucks. I pull the elastic out of my hair and run my brush through it a few times. At least now it doesn’t look quite as much like a rat’s nest. I grab my bag and jog out of the house, stopping to lock the door before I get into Coen’s car.

Fuck me, his car is hot!

I shut the door, and I can feel Coen’s eyes on me as I turn to reach for the seatbelt. When I turn back around to buckle it I hear him forcefully exhale. He must approve of the dress.

“Something wrong, Coen?” I ask playfully, batting my eyelashes. I’m so not
that
girl, but I can’t resist toying with him a little.

He clears his throat, “Yes, something is most definitely wrong.” He wets his bottom lip and swallows hard. It’s so fucking sexy watching his Adam’s apple in that long, beautiful tattooed neck. I start to worry. Maybe he hates the dress after all. Ugh, why did I change? He reaches over and lifts my chin with just the tips of his fingers, and gives me the gentlest kiss. His green eyes look deep into mine. “I don’t know if I can trust myself to stay away from you tonight, Lexi.” Coen pauses, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “And I can’t promise you more than just tonight.” He rests his forehead on mine for a few seconds, then lets go of me. I need to reassure him that I’m okay with this, whatever this is. I reach over and slide my hand across his thick, muscular thigh and I hear his breath hitch. “Damn, Lexi, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he says while starting the car. I leave my hand resting on his leg and notice he’s hard and straining against his jeans. I don’t care how it all ends up tomorrow. I need to feel Coen deep inside of me tonight. I run my hand further up his thigh, and ever so lightly grip his long, hard cock.

“I think I have a pretty good idea now. Drive, Coen, before I change my mind.” The tires squeal as he pulls away from my house.

Coen runs his hand through his hair as he weaves in and out of traffic. We drive for about five minutes or so. “It’s not much further, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, shooting me a quick glance and that perfectly sexy smirk. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind, because I don’t know if I can handle sitting here next to you in that delicious fucking dress and those sick as hell Chucks.” Coen reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Keeping his eyes on the road, he slowly slides his big, strong, tattooed hand up the inside of my legs and slips his middle finger under the side of the triangle shaped lace and in between my slick pussy. A soft whimper escapes me. My entire body ignites from his touch. “Damn, Lexi, you’re so fucking wet for me. I guess that definitely means you haven’t changed your mind.” His finger gently circles my clit, and my heart starts to race. The car suddenly stops, and the warmth of Coen’s hand leaves my body. I open my eyes in time to see him sucking the finger that’s just left me feeling breathless.

“Stay there.” His voice is low and raspy as he turns the car off and gets out. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he walks around to open my door. “Last chance to say no, Lex, because once we’re inside that house there’s no turning back. You can stay and let me show you what a real man can do for a woman, unlike that piece of shit I saw earlier tonight, or I will put you up in a hotel so that I know you’re safe.”

“Coen, just shut up and take me inside or I’m going to get myself off right here on your front seat. After today, I need this. And I’m pretty sure, judging by the tent you’re pitching, that you do, too.” That sexy, devilish smirk slowly spreads across his lips and his eyes lock with mine. I reach down to grab my bag and slide out of the car. As soon as I stand up, he has me thrown over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Coen! I can walk! Don’t you dare drop me! Holy shit, this is too high off the ground! Coen!” I scream as I’m punching him in the back. I don’t do heights, and he is so freaking tall. I think I’m going to have a panic attack. “Coen, I’m serious! This isn’t fun… OUCH!”

Did he seriously just slap my ass?

“What the hell was that for?” I squeal.

“If you don’t stop wiggling around you’ll make me drop you, and then I’ll just have to fuck you right here on my front lawn. I don’t think the neighbors want to be woken up by a hot little tattooed redhead screaming my name.” He sounds pretty sure of himself, stepping inside the house and setting me back down on my feet.

I drop my bag, and the second he turns around I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He drops his keys and rubs his hands hard up my back, pulling me closer to him. Licking my neck from my collarbone to my ear, he sends shivers up my entire body. Our eyes lock for a brief moment, silently reassuring each other that this is what we both want. What we both need. I can’t help but feel he’s hiding something, but right now that doesn’t matter. Right now I need to feel wanted. I need to feel needed. I need this. Him. Us. Whatever
us
is.

He carries me through the dark house. Our only source of light is coming from the streetlights, seeping in through the blinds.

Coen rests his forehead on mine as he grabs my ass and growls. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lexi.” I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my hands through his hair, I crush my lips against his and devour him with my kiss. He kisses me back, ravaging my mouth like a starving animal. A soft moan escapes me as he lifts me off of him by my waist, sitting me down on the edge of his bed. My dress slides up, nearly revealing what’s underneath. I start to cross my legs to try and ease the ache in my throbbing clit, but he places his hand on my knee to stop me.

“No. Don’t. I can smell how turned on you are, Lex. Now I need to taste you. That tease in the car was nowhere near enough. Lie back and let me take care of you.” I do as he says, and he kneels between my legs. He traces the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, placing soft, slow, kisses as he gets closer to my aching pussy. I whisper his name, and his fingertips graze my legs. I need more of him. I can’t handle much more teasing. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, and slides his thumbs under the thin pieces of fabric holding up my thong, carefully slipping it and my shoes and socks off my feet in one fluid motion. My body is now exposed to him, vulnerable and ready. Before I can even feel self-conscious about my exposure, I feel the heat of his wet tongue on my clit. One hand slides under my dress, kneading my breast. He uses his index and middle finger from his other hand to spread me open further, giving him better access to delve his tongue inside of my pussy. He swirls, thrusts, and teases me to the edge. I arch my back in pleasure, forcing my breast harder into his hand. I’m about to lose control when he stops. I can feel him smirking against me before he stands up.

“Coen…” The heat from his mouth, gone. The electricity from his touch, gone. The orgasm I damn near reached, gone. I see his shadow move toward the widow. There’s just enough light for me to see his face. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.

“Coen, what the hell?”

He turns around, pulls something out of the dresser and slips it into his pocket. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Patience, Lex. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. At least, not tonight.” His voice is deep and gritty. I push myself up closer to the head of the bed as he stalks closer, looking like a lion about to devour his next meal. Steady. With determination. Heated. His shoulders roll each time he places his hands on the bed. His scent is driving me wild. The look in his eyes both intimidates me and turns me on. Hovering over me, I can see that not only are his arms and neck covered in gorgeous, brightly colored tattoos, but his chest and stomach are as well. So fucking hot. I swallow hard in anticipation. I’m still so wet from where he had his mouth on me moments ago. I still need more.

Coen’s nose is almost touching mine. His green eyes sparkle as they catch a hint of light from the window. I’m expecting him to kiss me, but then I feel his hand sliding up my leg and under my dress. “I want to see all of you, Lexi.”

I lift myself up just enough for him to pull my dress over my head, tossing it off the bed. He places his hands on either side of my head while I pull his neck down to my lips. I kiss each one of the tattoos and lick up to his ear, stopping to nibble on it.
God, his neck is perfect, even better than I imagined.
He emits a low growl that sends shivers through me, and his mouth crashes onto mine. Coen reaches down between my legs and circles my clit with his fingertip, slowly swirling before thrusting his middle finger into my wet, throbbing pussy. He slides it back out and then back in again, this time adding his ring finger.

“So fucking tight…” He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Mmm…and so damn sweet. I can’t wait to feel this slick, tight pussy clenching around my rock hard cock when I fucking take you,” Coen growls. He goes back to kissing me and fucking me with his fingers. His words make me so hot, and I can taste myself on his lips. I can’t help but wish I could taste him, too. My body rocks into his hand as we get into a perfect rhythm. He takes my breast and leans down to suck on my nipple, sending fire through my entire body. Taunting, teasing, nibbling. He curls his fingers up inside of me and hits the perfect spot, and I lose all control. I scream his name, and for a moment the world goes black. My senses are on overload.

Never in my life have I had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I knew I needed this, but I don’t know how badly. No one has ever made me feel this way. It pains me to think this is just a one-time thing, and this entire whirlwind of a day is going to be over soon. I may never see him again. I’m seeing a different side of him right now, and fuck me if it isn’t hot as hell.

I open my eyes as Coen places a tender kiss on my lips.

I smile at him as he hovers over me. “God, Lex, you’re absolutely breathtaking when you come.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Well, you’re quite impressive with your hands and mouth, I must say.” Reaching down, I start to undo his pants. His eyes ignite with desire.

“Now let me show you how impressive mine are.” I wet my lips and rub his hard cock through his jeans. A low moan escapes from the back of his throat as he rolls over onto his back. I climb over between his legs and grab onto his jeans.

“Wait a sec.” He reaches down and grabs a condom out his pocket, laying it beside him on the bed. “We’re going to need that later, because I’m not through with you yet.”

“Is that so?” I say, tugging off his jeans, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our clothes. To my surprise he isn’t wearing any underwear. “Commando, huh? I pegged you as more of the boxer-brief type.” I start kissing his long, sexy neck, and then down his chest and rock hard abs, all the way down his tall, muscular body.

He hisses and then groans, “Mmm, it was laundry day and let’s just say I had more…intriguing things to attend to.” He shifts on the bed and gently grips his hand in my hair as I take his rock hard cock into my warm, wet mouth. I suck with just the right amount of pressure and pump him with my hand in a perfect rhythm. “Ah, fuck, Lex,” he cries out in pleasure. “You keep that up and I’m going to…” His voice trails off into growls and hisses and moans. I can feel his body start to tense beneath me, so I stop, pulling him out of my mouth with a
pop!
Then I flick the tip of my tongue along the head of cock, licking up the precum, teasing with small sucks as I go. “Holy hell, woman. Come here.” Coen’s hand grips my hair a little tighter, gently pulling me up to his mouth. “I don’t want to come until my cock is buried deep inside of you.”

He pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss as I swing my leg over to straddle him, the tip of his cock nudging ever so slightly at my opening. I push back, trying to guide him into my pussy, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place. He then slides his hands up the sides of my torso, giving my tits a quick squeeze as his hands continue their journey up to my face. Once his hands reach my cheeks, he gently pulls me away and places his index finger on my swollen lips. I watch as he reaches down beside us to grab the condom. He rips it open with his teeth, discarding the foil onto the floor and then rolls it on. “I hope you’re ready for the ride of your life, Sweetness. Hold on tight.”