Fast & Hard (The Fast 1)

“Ehh, keep it down guys,” Matty makes his way to us and is looking around. It’s dark and thankfully there is no one behind the motorhome along this service path, just piles of produce boxes and sounds from the kitchen bustling inside.

“Fuck off!” Lennox snaps at Matty next, who shrugs and walks away, cool and unfazed, as always.

Me, on the other hand, I’ve had enough. “Don’t talk to him like that, either!”

“I’ll talk to him however I want!”

“What is wrong with you? Nothing happened! You’re acting like a crazy person, storming around like The Hulk! Why don’t you just get it over with and piss a circle around me to mark your territory!”

“I am not a crazy person!” He roars back. His chest is heaving, his nostrils are flaring, and he looks like he wants to eat me, swallow me whole.

“Stop yelling at me!”

“You stop yelling at me!”

Before I have time to consider what I mean, I scream back at him, “I don’t want to!”

“Good! I don’t want you to, either!”

There’s a brief moment where all I hear are crickets, a heartbeat of time in which we’re both silent. My fists are clenching around my laptop bag, my breathing out of control, my pulse could keep pace with any one of the cars on track.

I am so fucking turned on.

In two long strides, he’s on me.

My backpack and laptop hit the ground.

My hands lock behind his neck and as much as I’m dragging him down to me, Lennox is pulling me up to him. His strong hands are in my hair, holding the base of my skull with one and my jaw with the other. His lips smash into mine with all the aggression and power behind his frame.

My hands dig into his hair and god help me, I am kissing him back as hard as I can, climbing up him trying to get closer and closer. The heat of his body pressed up against mine in the cool desert air is electrifying as I smash myself into him. A strong thigh parts my legs and I grind my core into him, desperate for more as his tongue sweeps my lips.

I open my mouth and my tongue chases his. He tastes like sin, the original forbidden fruit, and I moan as he rolls his hips into mine. We’re battling for dominance, his fist is wrapped around my long hair and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, d

ragging my teeth along it as he pulls me closer still.

He growls into my mouth as I rake my nails across his neck and he grabs my ass with his free hand, dragging me up onto his bent thigh over and over while I writhe and grind against him. His mouth expertly explores mine, biting and licking, taking everything I give him and everything I didn’t know I had it in myself to give.

This is not a sweet kiss, this is pure adrenaline and passion. My body is on fire, so wet I slide against him effortlessly. One of my hands snakes around his back to clutch his shirt, his powerful shoulder blades flexing and manipulating my body. He holds my head exactly where he wants it and slides his lips down my jaw, his tongue leaving a wet trail to my neck. He bites the soft skin above my collarbone and I let out a gasp, pulling his head into me harder, “Lennox!”

His tongue flattens over the bite and he sucks the tender skin into his mouth before he returns those skilled lips to my own. Pulling my hips in, I can feel his hard length against my stomach, I can feel the heat permeating my clothes, infiltrating my core, all my excuses and reason dissipating into the desert air.

Taking my head between his two hands, he brings his forehead to mine. “I want you,” he growls.

“We can’t, “ I whisper.

“We are,” he wraps both hands around my ass and keeps me close against him.

I put my hands on his chest and ease myself off his thigh. I can feel his pulse hammering through my palms. “You make me crazy.”

“Back at you,” he bends to nuzzle my neck.

In a moment of extreme self-control that my throbbing lady parts do not agree with, I push him back and separate ourselves an inch. “I can’t do this, Lennox. I need this job.”

“This won’t risk your job, I won’t let it.” His green eyes are electric and glimmering under the light of the moon and the glow of the buildings next to us. In this moment, I could so easily believe him, be swept up in that kiss, those strong arms. If only I didn’t have responsibilities and an agenda, and technically, a boyfriend back at home who no longer returns my calls or texts.

“Take me back to my room?” I ask him.

“With pleasure,” he grins.