Full Throttle (22 page)

Who could blame her after his rude staring?

Angered again, Jason twisted the throttle and peeled
away, the roaring sound of his bike echoing loudly in the silent country air.

Chapter
Nineteen

Josh pulled his car up outside Sammy’s house just
two hours after he had left. Rachel’s car was still in the driveway, and Josh let
out a little groan at having to deal with her attitude again. It was good that
Sammy had a protector like Rachel, but Josh just didn’t want to have to see her.
People like Rachel had been a problem for him all his life.
Too
full of opinions and unflappable morals to ever consider him a worthwhile
person.
It no longer mattered to the adult Josh. He didn’t care. But his
teenage self had struggled with that knowledge badly.

Josh tugged the door handle and stepped out of his
car, picked up his leather jacket from the passenger seat, and walked to the
house. He just reached the door when it opened and Rachel stepped outside,
holding her little one.

She looked him up and down, obviously not seeing
anything she liked, and rolled her eyes. “I have no idea what she sees in you,
but I clearly can’t stop her from seeing it.”

Josh snorted a laugh and shook his head. “No, you
can’t,” he said, feeling a surge of anger rush over his body. He remembered his
own thoughts of not being good enough for Sammy, and Josh knew he was angry at
more than just Rachel’s narrow-minded views.

Rachel looked irritated, hefting the heavy toddler
back onto her hip as she spoke. “But I will say this, Josh. If you so much as
hurt a hair on her head, then I will kill you, got it?”

“Hurt her? What the fuck? Just because I have
tattoos does not make me a woman beater,” He snapped, incensed. Memories of his
child hood and the way his suit-wearing father had plowed fist after fist into
him and his brother surfaced, and Josh knew that how a man dressed or looked
meant nothing about his character. But before he could tell her to go fuck
herself, Rachel lifted her hand and listed her observations.

“You swear, you drink, you wear leather, and you
have tattoos. All of the above tell me you’re not good enough for her. Sammy
was brought up very sheltered and I swear, Josh—”

“Go home, Rachel.”

Josh looked up to the front door and saw Sammy
holding onto the doorframe. Her face looked pale and her eyes tired, and her
broken leg dangled as she balanced on the other leg. She looked so frail and
soft with the bruises on her face, but her expression blazed with anger as she
glared at her friend.

“Oh, Sammy I’m just trying to—”

“I know what you’re trying to do, and I don’t like
it. Go home.”

Josh watched as Rachel’s expression dropped. She
turned to her car and began to load the toddler. When she had clipped him in,
she lifted her face and stared imploringly at Sammy. “I was just trying to
protect you.”

“You went too far, Rach. I don’t need a protector.”
Sammy said and she turned back into the house. Josh followed Sammy in, and
closed the door. Sammy stared at the window for a moment and watched Rachel
drive away before she turned her
embarrassed
expression his way.

“I am so sorry. She can be so rude.”

Josh shook his head and moved to her. He gently
tugged her close and held her against his chest. “It’s okay. I don’t need a
protector, either.” He pulled back a little and rested his palm on her cheek.
Sammy raised her gaze, though he could tell it was difficult for her to do, and
a small smile tipped her lips.

“No, I don’t suppose you do.” Her hands slid to his
arms, her fingers gripping his muscles as if to punctuate her words.

No, he didn’t need a protector in the physical
sense, but when Sammy defended him to her best friend, he decided he liked
having a champion on his side. That had felt good.

Did
that mean Sammy was going to say yes?

Josh smiled as well, his heart thundered within his
chest as sparks of heat leapt between them. He stroked his thumb over her
bottom lip and watched when she parted lips, as if trying to get some air. Her
chest rose and fell against his, and her hands curled tighter into his arms as
if needing something to hold on to.

“I’ll tell you something I do need, though.” Josh pressed
his growing arousal against her softly and grinned when her eyes flashed wide.

Sammy swallowed hard, her gaze darted to his chest
and back up, her blush going deeper. Josh slid his fingers into her lush, thick
hair and Sammy tipped her head back further. Her lips stayed parted, her eyes
darkened and he knew she was under the same spell.

“I think you need the same thing, Sammy.” Josh said
as he dipped his head and kissed the soft spot where her chin joined her neck.
Sammy lifted her hand and slid her fingers along his t-shirt and over his
shoulder, her breaths little puffs of air, and he kissed her again. “I think
you want me to fuck you again. Am I right?”

He felt her nod against his mouth. Her throat worked
as she swallowed hard, and Josh worked his free hand up her rib cage and over
her breast. He felt her hold her breath, waiting for him to do something. He
paused, though his body roared at him to continue his exploration. His body
wanted fast, rough. His head, his mind, knew Sammy needed coaxing. And Josh would
forgo fast and rough to make sure Sammy was happy. “What do you want me to do?”

He raised his head and waited for her to look him in
the eyes. When she didn’t, he tipped her chin back with his thumb and asked
again. “What would you like me to do?” He was burning alive for her, heated to
a degree he was sure would kill him. His dick strained at his fly, pressing,
eager, as his blood thundered south. But he would be patient, just to hear what
Sammy wanted from him. What Sammy needed from
him.

Her eyes flashed with embarrassment, but her hands
still gripped him, while her body swayed as if hypnotized. Sammy swallowed
again, and when Josh was sure she wasn’t going to reply, she took a deep breath
and said.

“I want you to touch me.
My ... my
breasts.
Please.”

Josh grinned.
Oh
yeah, coaxing Sammy was well worth it.
“Always so polite, even when you’re
asking for my hands on your tits.” He slid his palms up her rib cage further
and let his fingers tickle the flesh under the heavy swell. Sammy arched a
little, taking more than he was giving, and Josh saw need flash in her eyes.
“How should I touch your tits, Sammy?” He tickled again, and she bit her bottom
lip, clearly torn between begging and shyness.

“Please, don’t tease.”

The imploring desperation in her gaze made Josh smile.
He lifted his hand and filled his palm with her breast, squeezing a little, and
Sammy’s eyes slid shut while she moaned a low, sultry sound.

“Ah, fucking hell.” Josh croaked out. He dipped his
knees and sucked her nipple into his mouth through her t-shirt. Sammy let out a
breathy, shocked shout and Josh decided the wait was over.

He scooped her into his arms and moved across the
living room floor. He considered just pinning her to a wall and fucking her but
Josh belatedly remembered her casted foot and veered toward the stairs.

“When that cast is off, Sammy, I
have some amazing ideas about what we can do.
But until then,
we will have to play in the bedroom.” He glanced down to Sammy in his arms and
grinned at the look of shock in her gaze.

“What ideas?” She asked, her voice a mere whisper
that Josh knew was more than nerves. Sammy liked knowing he had ideas.

Josh grinned. It’s a good job Sammy couldn’t read his
mind. She’d be appalled by the things he wanted to do.

He dipped his mouth to her ear and moaned. “Ideas
that have you bent over that sofa. Ideas that have you pressed up against the
bookcase, screaming my name. Ideas of my dick so far down your throat, you will
think you have taken me into your soul. Ideas that would make you blush more
than you already do.”

Sammy didn’t say a word, but Josh watched the bright
pink blush fill her cheeks. When her gaze widened with shock and her chest rose
with heavy, panted breaths, he headed for the stairs.

God damn it, Sammy liked his ideas!

He bounded up the stairs, mindful of Sammy’s foot. He
pushed her bedroom door open with his elbow and set her on the bed. Giving her
no chance to gain timidity, he dropped to his knees and reached for the waistband
of her joggers. Though Sammy breathed hard, she lifted her pelvis and allowed
him to shimmy the material downwards. He pulled the material from her leg and
looked up to see Sammy as she watched him. Her lips were parted a little bit,
her eyes wide with a little fright and lot of need. She watched him, her green
gaze glittering.

Josh smiled. “You okay?” he asked.

Sammy nodded, swallowed, and nodded again. “Yes.”

Josh ran his thumb over her thigh and the large green-brown
bruise there. “Does this hurt?” He asked, bending to kiss it.

“No, not at the minute.
Other feelings are more insistent.”

Josh smiled against her flesh. “Does this help?” he
asked, just before he licked and kissed the bruise with wet attention. Sammy
sighed above him and goose bumps lifted under his lips.

“Yes.”

Josh spent a good while kissing, touching and
stroking each and every bruise and scrape on her legs. He moved over her cotton
underwear and lapped at her bruised ribs. Sammy sat tense, but expectant, her
gaze rapt on his every move. Her hands clenched into tight fists, the only sign
she was at the edge of her stalwart control. Josh reached up and pressed her
gently to the mattress and moved over her so he could bestow that same
attention to the bruises higher up. He held his hips away, desperate to give
her this and not grind into her like he wanted to.

After a good while Sammy relaxed, as Josh lapped and
licked sensually.

“You like this?” He asked as he nibbled at her collarbone.
Sammy had the sexiest neck.

“Yes.” She answered dreamily and Josh grinned as
wicked thoughts filled his head.

He moved lower. Kissed at the swell of her breasts,
liking how her breaths stuttered out and her gaze found him. Yet, no matter how
eager she looked to have his mouth on her breasts, Josh moved further down.

He dropped to his knees and glanced up. Sammy stared
at him, her eyes wide,
her
mouth slightly open, her
cheeks blushed. When he dipped his fingers into the edge of her panties, Josh grinned,
while Sammy sucked in a tight breath.

“I promise you will like this, too.” He said. Josh pulled
her panties down her legs and Sammy, stiffly and somewhat nervously, lifted her
pelvis. When her sex was bare, he rested back on his calves. He took a moment
to look at her, lust hitting him hard. When Sammy tried to close her legs, Josh
pressed his hands into her inner thighs. He lifted his gaze and shook his head.

“Don’t cover this
up,
don’t
try to hide, not from me.”
This is mine
.
Josh swallowed when his mind finished his sentence. He was glad he managed to
keep that thought to
himself
. As it was, Josh wondered
if he was pushing shy, timid Sammy too far with his need for her. Without
waiting to see what lingered in her gaze, he tipped forward and licked up her
sex.

Sammy just about leapt off the bed. Her hand found
his hair and Josh felt her pushing him away. He reached up, took her wrists in
his hand and raised his gaze.

“So, no one has ever licked you here?”

Sammy swallowed hard and shook her head. Her face
flamed beetroot, and her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His poor Sammy
had suffered through selfish, bad sex with inept men. It was time she knew what
pleasure she could gain from a good lover.
Me.
He could see by the flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes fixed upon his
mouth that Sammy wanted this—his mouth on her cunt, on her clit, and Josh knew
she would love it.
The image of her underneath him begging
him to fuck her earlier rose to the fore, and he knew then that Sammy was a
wild, sexual woman.
She just didn’t know it yet.

“I—I’m not sure…” Sammy began, her damn sensible
head getting in the way of what she wanted.

Josh dipped, ignoring her protest and licked her
long and wet.

Sammy tensed underneath his hands, her fists
clenched tightly and her legs shaking.

Josh kept hold of her wrists and pressed his mouth
hard into her. His tongue snaked out, and he moaned when her taste burst onto
his tongue.

“Ah!” Sammy moaned, but her attempts at getting away
turned into grinding herself closer.

Grinning against her flesh, Josh turned his face and
nuzzled his stubbled cheek into her lips. He raised his mouth a little and
pinched her clit between his lips.

Sammy bucked. She squirmed and even shouted. “Oh.
My.
God.”
And when her orgasm burst through her, Josh finally
let go of her wrists.