Page 6 of Eight Seconds to Fly

“You can do better than some little rodeo whor-” he didn’t get any further because my fist shot out and rammed right into his nose. No one spoke to me like that, especially not this fucking asshole. Junior went down like the sack of shit he was, and his buddies crowded closer. Luckily, Dylan stepped up to my back and they were cowards. They didn’t give a shit about Junior, just his connections. And apparently, Dylan had connections too. Rock meet Hard Place.

Junior climbed to his feet, blood pouring from his nose. “Bitch, say goodbye to your place on the circuit, you fucking cu-” my hands had a mind of their own tonight as I stepped in close and gave him an uppercut to the jaw that sent him down for the count.

Daddy wanted me to be a lady, but he sure as heck taught me how to fight first.

When Junior didn’t get back up, I knew I was in trouble. He was out cold. Dylan eyed his friends. “If someone asks about this, I am going to tell them that you three attacked Tessa here and she was defending herself. We’ll see who's word holds more value, do you get me?”

Junior’s lackeys nodded once and slunk back through the crowd. Dammit, I needed to get out of here.

“I gotta go,” I said quickly over my shoulder, stepping over Junior’s still unconscious body and walking out the side door of the bar. This is why I had Frankie. He kept my rage in check so I didn’t drop legacy dickheads.

The crunch of stones in the parking lot had me looking over my shoulder. Dylan followed along behind me, his brow creased.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. I looked down at my split knuckles, little rivulets of blood coating the back of my hand.

I wiped it on the back of my jeans, hissing as the broken skin brushed against the denim. I’d soak these in the sink back in the hotel room. “I’m fine. I’ve wanted to hit that fucker for years.” My grin looked a little manic. “Sorry about the drama though. I was enjoying my night up until then.”

Dylan stepped closer, taking my hand into his rough one as he examined my split knuckle. “You might have to wrap them. You got stuff for it?”

I nodded toward my truck. “Yeah, I have a full first aid kit in there.”

Dylan gave me a megawatt smile. “Well that's good, because I just so happen to be an expert at bandaging people up. Let’s go.”

I led the way to my truck and opened the back door. Dylan let out a low whistle. “Nice wheels.”

I grinned at him over my shoulder. “Thanks.” I unclipped the first aid kit and pulled out some gauze and wrapping tape. I held them out to him. I wasn’t too proud to reject the help. Bandaging your own hand was a bitch.

I held still as he cleaned off the skin, spraying some neosporin across it then placing the gauze over gently. He wound the tape around my knuckles. “Flex a bit?” he said softly, and I did. “Not too tight?” He looked down at me, meeting my eyes, and my heart and clit seemed to throb in time.

I shook my head. “Perfect,” I whispered.

Dylan gently laid my hand back in my lap, lifting his fingers to touch my face. He paused. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said softly.

A small smile curled my lips. “Good.”

Then he was there, lifting me onto my backseat and standing between my legs. My truck was pretty high up, so I had to curl down a bit to kiss him back, but damn it was a nice kiss. Perfect pressure. Perfect amount of tongue. The kind of kiss that made you breathless and your heart thud in your chest like a racehorse.

He climbed up to the step, and I scooted further into the interior of the truck. I’d known I would be spending a lot of time in this truck. It would be the one constant in my life, almost like my home. So it was a bit of a mess but it was pretty damn spacious.

He followed me, giving me sipping kisses, until we were both making out in the backseat of my truck like teenagers. My hands slid under his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his abs before traveling upwards, my fingers flicking over his nipples. He groaned and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I rubbed against the hard line of his cock and his hands roamed up the back of my thighs and over my ass.

“Fuck, you are so damn hot,” he moaned, deepening the kiss. I wanted more though. I reached over and slammed the door shut, locking us in the darkness of the back seat. I was damn glad that I had fronted for the extra dark tinting on the windows at this moment.

I unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out his cock, letting my fingers brush down his length and appreciating his full body shudder. I climbed off and pointed to his pants. “Off.”

He let out a low, sexy chuckle. “So dang bossy.” But he obediently shucked off his jeans, leaving his boxers on for the moment. I unbuttoned my blouse, shrugging it off my shoulders, but left on my cami underneath. Didn’t need to be busted completely naked in the backseat of my truck. Then I lifted my ass and pulled off my shorts, leaving on my lace thong.

When I climbed back onto Dylan’s lap and he ran his hands over the globes of my ass, he made a pained noise. “This is the greatest ass I’ve ever held in my hands,” he murmured low, capturing my mouth in another heated kiss.

Then his hands slipped between my thighs, and I shuddered as they brushed along my lace covered pussy. Damn. It had been so long. When was the last time I’d had sex, let alone sex with anyone as pretty as Dylan. Months?

I deepened the kiss again, fucking his mouth with mine, until we were both panting. Tongues twisting, I ground my wet core against his cock, making us both moan. He pulled back, his breathing coming in short gasps. “One second.”

I grinned. “You can have eight, cowboy.”

He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. I raised an eyebrow but I shimmied back so he could drag his tight boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free, hard and angry looking, leaking precum already. He was a good fucking size and my core clenched in anticipation. I reached out and gave him a few hard strokes and he shuddered, grabbing my wrist. “Baby Girl, you do that again, I’m not gonna get to be inside you. And I want that more than I want my damn next breath.”

He slid the condom on in one well-practiced stroke. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me up his body. He kissed me hard again, his cock notched against my entrance. He held my hips, pulling back again.

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