Rebel Rider, page 11
My fingers move faster. I rub my clit with one hand, my other one sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. I breath faster and heavier, moaning into my pillow as I sink into the fantasy of Aiden Rush making me come.
When I do soon after, it’s his name I’m whispering out.
11
Hailey
There’s a frustration as the first day goes on. Frustration and, if I’m being honest, embarrassment.
I almost kissed him. Or maybe it was him that almost kissed me, but either way, I know we both know what almost happened earlier. And just like those years before, the moment’s gone. But maybe that’s for the best.
I know that I should just put it to the back of my mind, and focus on my own work, but it just won’t go away. Thoughts like these about Aiden Rush never do. We’re grown adults now. Him having lived at my parent’s place doesn’t matter. Him and Luke being friends shouldn’t either. I’m not a swooning little girl with a crush anymore, and he’s not the steely-eyed kid with the rough and tragic past looking for any way out of where he is. If there’s something there between us, we can’t just ignore it and pretend like it isn’t there.
Apparently, Aiden’s taken my advice and brought an actual computer in since I gave him a hard time about it before. I boot up the up and start tapping away on the keyboard, pretending to look busy when I’m really just consumed by embarrassment and doubt. First day on the job and things are already getting complicated. Wonderful.
Get a goddamn hold of yourself, woman. You’re here to work and earn money, not act out your teenage fantasies.
But I can’t deny those feelings, no matter how awkward it might be right now. It’s like no time has passed, like he never went away. That crush I had on him has reappeared, just like that.
I think back to those times—when he’d come over all the time. Or when he was living with us, and him and Luke would shoot air rifles in the yard or watch football on TV. How I’d tried to make myself more appealing to him, by putting on makeup, badly, or wearing new clothes.
And then of course that last time, when I pulled out all the stops. That time when I made a total idiot of myself.
But those feelings were real. And obviously are still real.
I glance over to see what he’s doing—he’s in the process of stripping the guy’s bike down, fully absorbed in his work. In the absence of much else to do, I watch him for a little while. He’s so intent on what he’s doing that I don’t think he’d notice even if those bikers came back and burst in shouting.
I love watching someone who knows their craft and knows it well. And Aiden obviously knows bikes. He works efficiently and smoothly, knowing exactly what he’s doing with every little piece of the machine. Before long, it’s just a skeleton, with dozens of tiny little pieces arrayed on the floor around him.
I feel a weird sense of worry—if that was me, doing that, I wouldn’t have the first clue on where to put any of that crap. The bike would be utterly ruined. But Aiden works on the body confidently, brushing off dirt, cleaning out the interior, oiling up this part and that.
I watch his hands as he works—he has strong, dexterous fingers, and I can’t help but shiver a little as I imagine what else those fingers might be capable of. He stands at one point, peeling his sweat-soaked shirt off, and the blush rushes into my cheeks.
Good lord, that body.
Like I said before, he’s not a boy anymore. His chest is muscled and defined, his abs grooved, and his hips etched in lines pointing down into his low-slung jeans. Biceps ripple, and those forearms do all sorts of things to my pulse. He had some tattoos back before, but now, they’ve grown, covering his body like scars or roadmaps.
He shoves his fingers through his hair, his muscles rippling as he squats down and goes back to working on the bike.
I feel a tremor of heat wash over me, and somehow, I manage to pull myself away and turn my attention back to the computer.
I need to get ahold of myself.
I lean back and sigh. In my silly fantasies—at least, the ones I used to have—Aiden would come roaring up to wherever I was living when I’d get these fantasies. He’d profess his love for me, how he’d been so stupid to not see it all those years he was around. And then we’d drive away into the sunset on his bike, the wind whipping my hair, my hands clinging onto him for dear, exhilarating life.
Silly, I know. But I’ll admit that I clung onto them for way longer than I should have. It was a nice escape from the realities of my life.
But now, Aiden’s actually here, and it’s nothing like that. Of course, it never was going to be exactly like that, but when we almost came crashing together earlier… well, I don’t know what I thought. The moment’s gone now though. If only he would look at me like he’s looking at that bike right now.
I shake those thoughts aside. It doesn’t matter. I need this job and the salary it pays. The last thing I want to do is make things weird between Aiden and I by letting some crush from years before come rushing back. Or, you know, kissing him, in his own shop. While I work for him.
I find myself wondering exactly why Aiden decided to open this place. It’s no secret what kind of money the top racers on the tour earn, and it’s not a small amount. Of course, he’ll have lost his big sponsorships now, but unless he spent all his money buying yachts or gold-plated toilets or other stupid crap, he still should be pretty much set for life.
I get the sense that underneath his gruff, prickly exterior there’s something softer inside—I just need to unearth it. It feels like he needs something that all of his former success and money can’t bring him. Something this shop will provide, maybe. That’s why he’s putting so much of himself into it, even despite the threats and the risk the place isn’t going to be financially viable.
Maybe it’s just something to keep him busy, maybe he’s bored. But whatever his reason, I need this business to be a success so that my dad and I don’t starve.
So with that in mind, I push my fantasies and my gawking at a shirtless Aiden aside, and get back to work.
* * *
It’s dark when we finally lock up after the first day. Eventually, there’s going to be more set hours, but I think with this opening and maybe even for the first week or even month, Aiden’s ready to stay open as long as we keep getting customers.
I can’t blame him, and seeing as I’m hourly, I’m not exactly complaining.
“So?”
I smile at him from behind the counter as he locks the front door and flicks off the outside lights.
Aiden arches a brow.
“How’s it feel?” I smile at him. “You know, officially being a business owner after your first day open?”
He smirks. “Stressful.” He shrugs. “But good. Stressful but good.” He sighs, looking up and giving me one of those crooked smiles of his that have the power to melt pretty much anything.
“Listen, you did awesome today, Hailey.”
I smile, my cheeks reddening. “Thanks.”
“Honestly. I think I was a wreck all day anyways, but without you here, I’d have gone into breakdown mode. So, thanks for that.”
“Anytime,” I say softly.
He glances around the mostly dark shop, with only the neon glow of the vintage Harley sign and a few work lights from the garage illuminating the place. “Why don’t you take off. We’ve been here for like fourteen hours, and we’re back at it tomorrow.”
I nod. Fourteen hours feel like they flew by. And, it’s not like I minded spending them within eyesight of a mostly shirtless Aiden grunting and straining as he pulled motorcycles apart.
“Are you leaving too?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m sure there’s something that needs doing.”
"Want some help?”
He pauses, his eyes snapping to mine, his jaw clenching. Those baby-blues of his pierce into me, leaving me breathless before he finally pulls them away.
“You should go home, Hailey.”
“Hey, I’m here,” I shrug, smiling as I spread my arms. “I’m all yours.”
My mouth immediately snaps shut as embarrassment floods my face. Yep, I just really said that. To Aiden.
But he just shakes his head. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
I’m stalling, and I know it. Because there’s so much of me that just wants to stay here, in the neon darkness of the shop, alone with him. Even if I know that’s silly.
Aiden takes a slow, measured breath, a smile teasing his lips as he looks at me across the dim room. He suddenly moves towards me, and I gasp under my breath as he steps around behind the counter with me, moving right for me.
My pulse quickens, and I swear I’m almost leaning right into him ready to feel those lips of his, but he moves past me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
“You could help me with this.”
I turn, hoping the dark covers my blush, to see him standing there with a sealed bottle of super expensive looking whiskey.
“You want me to help you drink?”
“I want you to toast with me for a first day open, actually. Think you can do that?”
I smile. “Sure.”
Aiden grabs two mugs from next to the coffee machine and pops open the bottle of whiskey. He pours us each a splash, pushing mine towards me and he raises his own.
“To happy customers, success, and this thing not blowing up in my face. Cheers.”
“Cheers.” I grin, clinking my mug to his before I take a sip, hissing as the alcohol slides down my throat.
“You’re going to be good at this, you know.” I shrug. “I mean I know it’s not racing, but I think this shop is going to do well.”
“Hope you’re right.”
“You could always go back to cameos in rap videos.”
Aiden chuckles, shaking his head as he knocks back his whiskey.
“You saw that, huh?”
“Ooooh yeah I did.”
He groans. “Mistakes were made. It paid well, at least.”
“Did you really jump those cars, or was that a stunt double?”
That crooked smile spreads over his lips. “It was supposed to be, but…”
“But you couldn’t bear the thought of letting someone else get a thrill meant for you?”
“Bingo. My manager about had a heart attack when I did it, too.”
I smile, taking another sip of booze as I shake my head. “Does that ever get you into trouble?”
“What, jumping cars? It’s not something I’m doing on the regular, Hailey.”
I roll my eyes. “No, not letting someone else take a thrill that’s meant for you.”
“More than you know,” he growls quietly, finishing his drink. Our eyes lock in the semi-darkness, which is good because at this point, I’m blushing like a schoolgirl under that gaze of his.
We’re quiet another minute as we drain the last of our mugs.
“We should get out of here,” Aiden finally says. My heart sinks a little, but I nod as I follow him to the front door. He hits the light switch for the work lights in the garage, and he’s about to unlock the door when he turns and swears under his breath.
“Shit.”
“What is it?”
He nods back at the wall behind the counter, up at the big neon Harley sign that hangs back there.
“Forgot they haven’t installed the switch for that plug yet.”
“I’ve got it.”
“Hailey—”
But I ignore him, turning and skipping back across the floor of the shop, the whiskey still buzzing through me. I remember the sign from when I watched him turn it on this morning. There’s no wall switch, just a little pull cord on the sign itself, up high on the wall.
I kick my heels off and jump up on the back counter, my pulse skittering as I teeter for a second on my toes.
“Fucking hell, Hailey,” Aiden growls as he jogs over behind me. I gasp slightly as I feel his hands grip my calves, steadying me. The touch sends lightning through me, and I swallow heavily, biting my lip as I feel the firmness of that grip.
“You’re gonna hurt your—”
His words trail off as I reach up for the pull string. Confused, I glance back at him, but it’s then that I realize why.
I’m wearing a skirt. And I’m standing on a counter on my tiptoes, and Aiden is standing right behind me, looking up at me.
I blush fiercely, and when I realize I’m flat-out flashing my panties at Aiden freaking Rush, my head spins.
And then I spin.
I cry out as the vertigo hits me. My body sways, tilting backwards, and I scream as I twist and go toppling over.
…Right into his arms.
I gasp as I go slamming into him, chest-to-chest as he grunts, stumbling back into the counter behind him. His big strong arms wrap tight around me, both catching me and capturing me in them.
My pulse rushes through me, and I’m still panting as I raise my eyes and look right into his, mere inches apart. My breath comes gasping, and my heart skips in my chest. Those heartbreaker blues pierce into me, and I can feel the heat of his breath across my lips.
Everything seems to stand still for a second, like we’re frozen. His arms tighten around me, his eyes burn into me, and the glowing neon light illuminates us in the darkness of the shop.
“Hailey…” he growls my name, and as I hear it tease across his lips and mine, I know I’m lost.
I know there’s no stopping this now.
Our lips crash together, and when I kiss Aiden Rush for the very first time, years and years after the first time I daydreamed about it, it’s not the same as the fantasy at all.
It’s so much better.
12
Aiden
Her full, soft lips press to mine, and it feels like the rest of the world comes to a standstill. I groan, my arms tightening around her soft, tempting body, and when she feels that groan rumble through her, she gasps into my lips.
I’ve wanted to taste her lips for years. For longer than I even want to admit it to myself. And the reality is even better than I imagined. She tastes sweet, and soft, and when she moans softly into my lips, it gets my pulse roaring.
My hands slide over her, moving to her hips and gripping her tightly as I pull her against me. My cock is rock-hard, and I know damn well that she can feel it as her hips press to mine.
I mean hell, I was hard the second I looked up and caught a glimpse of her panties under that skirt. I’ve had one memory in my head for years of her. One mental snapshot of her sitting right in front of me on that couch in that lacy, half-see-through bra.
I’ve come to that mental image before. A lot, actually.
Today, she’s wearing a white thong, with lace at the edges, and I felt my damn mind turn to mush when I looked up saw it.
And now, here we are. Years later and a million regrets later, I’ve got Hailey Prescot in my arms, moaning into my mouth as I kiss her. I almost wonder if I’m dreaming, but no dream is this sweet.
I groan as I kiss her, and when her lips part for me, I take what she offers. My tongue finds hers, and my hands slide down to grip her perfect, tight ass as we kiss each other hungrily. I slide one hand back up her body, loving the way she trembles and moans against me. My fingers push into her hair, tugging her even harder against me as our bodies twine together.
I flip us around, making her gasp I press her up against the counter and then ease my body against hers. Oh, she can feel me, and I know it. She knows how hard I am for her, and when she moans into my mouth, it only gets me going even more.
Her legs spread, and I kiss her even deeper. She pants into my lips, gasping for air, and I kiss her even harder. Her hands slide to my cheat, tugging at my t-shirt and pushing it up my torso. I pull back from her, ripping it off my head and tossing it away before I pull her back into me.
Any chance of holding back is gone as we kiss each other like animals. I bring my hands up to work at the buttons on her blouse, aching to see what I’ve only caught a tantalizing glimpse of years before.
I pull at the buttons as we kiss, starting at the top, and I try to restrain myself from ripping the whole fucking thing off of her. I only get through half the buttons before that restraint disappears.
Hailey gasps as I rip the last few buttons away, yanking her shirt open. I groan at the sight of her full breasts in the white lacy bra she’s wearing. We moan into each other’s mouths as she slips the blouse off, shaking her arms to free her torso from the garment before letting it drop. She whimpers, reaching back for her bra, but I stop her.
“You know how long I’ve waited for this?”
Her brows arch in surprise, her lips parting.
“I’ve seen you in a bra, Hailey,” I growl as I move back to her lips. She blushes, and she starts to look away, but I stop her as my hand gently cups her jaw.
“But I’ve wanted to see the rest ever since that night.”
My hand slides up her back, and she whimpers softly when my fingers pop the clasp of her bra. Her lips part, her tongue teasing against mine as I pull the garment from her arms and toss it aside. Her soft, warm body crushes against my muscles, and it’s like lightning hitting me. I groan at the feel of her soft tits pressing against me, her hard nipples like points against my skin.
I could kiss her all fucking day and night. But I’ve waited years to see her like this. Years of fantasies and dreams, and now, it’s time for the real thing. I pull away, and when my eyes drop to her, I feel my jaw clench tight.
God, she’s better than the fantasy. Better than any dream. Her gorgeous breasts sit pert and full, big, light and puffy nipples stiffening in the cool air of the shop.
My hands slide up her body, cupping her breasts as I lean in. My lips brush against the skin of her breast, and she gasps. I move my mouth lower, and when my lips suck one of those pink puffy nipples into my mouth, Hailey moans and clutches me to her.
