Speed King (Men of Action 1)

“It makes me the worst kind of asshole, but Dana’s not the only one. I’ve had my fair share of women, but I was always removed. That piece of intimacy was yours.”

My throat closes as his words settle over me. I’m thrilled and sad at the same time. I try not to think of the times he pushed me away, but this is another reminder of all the years we lost. He picks up on my change of mood, his arm slanting across my back to press me close.

“You’ll always have that, Harley.”

I barely nod, dropping my gaze.

He tilts my chin, ducking into my line of sight. “Right, more proof I’m an asshole. Never had sex without a condom, sometimes doubling up until you. Never made love to a woman in my life until you. Never understood the appeal of eating pussy until that first taste of you. Now I crave your taste on my tongue. Tits and ass never caught my attention. The picture of you bending over that bar in Jewls’ tight shirt changed that. You don’t even have to be near, and my dick gets hard thinking about the way your body fits to mine. That fucking scrap of material you wore the first weekend here… fuck that. Full-on need to jack my shit to get beyond it.”

“So, you like sex with me.”

“It’s more than sex. We’ve fucked hard, baby, but each time I come inside you, I slow it down, savoring what a lucky fucking bastard I am. Waited a lifetime to have this, and I’m not stupid enough to miss it.”

My eyes pop wide, understanding washing over me. He does that, every time. We can be wild, but in the end, he always turns gentle. “I love that.”

“All that hair, tits, ass, those legs wrapped around my waist as I pound into you. Never want to come, want it to last forever. See you fly apart as many times as possible. Then you clench around me, pulling me in, and I know I’m the only man that will ever get this. It’s a fucking gift. Hopefully, you understand that when you suck my cock into your mouth, no woman will ever have that from me.”

A weird sense of empowerment comes over me, and I lean in to pull his bottom lip through my teeth. “That’s a lot of pressure. You’ll never know if I’m good.”

“I’m fucking lucky you’re an absolute natural.”

My skin blushes at the compliment. It’s one thing to be in the heat of the moment, but things didn’t go exactly as planned. “Thanks,” I murmur.

“You do not know how hot it was—“

“Stop.” I try to look away but I’m trapped.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“You ripped me off right as things were getting good. Then you acted like an insane lunatic.”

“Let’s say I temporarily lost my mind with jealousy. Baby, you worked me like a pro. Looking down and watching you swallow my cock was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Dreams came true.”

That was sweet, but I’m still shy. “Can we not do a play-by-play?”

“Sure, the mental image is enough to keep me hard as a rock.” He’s full out smiling now—amused, happy, playful. His legs go out from behind me, swinging over the bed as he stands, easily adjusting me. “Since we’re both dirty, it’s time for a shower.”

15

Ace

I take the corner to our street, slowing my pace to a jog and checking the time. The southern rock music blaring in my ears is interrupted with the familiar tone notifying me someone’s at our door. I don’t recognize the newer model Yukon in the driveway, but the form of the man waiting on the porch is unmistakable.

He turns, watching me running his way. I use the minute to take him in. One thing to say is sobriety has been good to my dad. When he limped away from the bottle, he turned his life around and got healthy and fit.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” I grab the towel on the rail and wipe my face.

“Jesus, Ace, look at you.”

“I’m aware of what I look like,” I growl the response under his judging eyes that are gaping at my tattoos with disapproval.

His chin juts out, and his expression changes. “That’s not what I meant. You’re jacked, like seriously built. How much time do you spend a day working out?”

The irritation slides away, and I hook the towel around my neck. “You saw me a few months ago. Nothing has changed.”

“I haven’t seen you without a shirt. The clothes cover it up. Knew you had a few tattoos, but not to this extent. Nice ink.”

“Thanks, but again, what are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“It would be nice to take this inside.”

The last thing I want to do is have a chat with my estranged father, but I punch in my code to the door and motion for him to follow me.