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  “I can ride with the tow truck to where my car will be stored and get a ride from there.”

  “Car’s goin’ to my shop behind my house.”

  “I have money. I can pay my own way.”

  “My mom would beat my ass if I saw someone get wronged and not do my part to make shit right.”

  “The big, badass biker, who also drives a street beast is worried about his momma whooping his ass?” She jokes with me.

  We settle into this calm comradery and have this connection I can’t explain.

  “My mom was born the daughter of a motorcycle club president. She can take down men bigger than me. I know it’s hard to believe, Fox, but you can trust me and my family. We’re gonna get your car fixed and find out who put you in the wall. You have my word.”

  She doesn’t reply only looks off into the distance. Then she finally looks up at me. Her eyes lock onto mine. They are the green shade of the trees and dance in the moonlight.

  “I won’t tell the world you’re scared of your momma,” she says with a smile so bright I’ll never see something this magical again. In this very moment, her face changes. The worry lines are gone from her face, her eyes sparkle with a freedom that was hidden before. It’s like for just this second with me, she gets to be.

  That’s how I feel on my bike.

  I know it, I can read it on her. It makes me want to know more about her and what’s going on behind her eyes.

  “Tell the world I’m a pussy. I don’t give a shit. For a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of sheep. And, Fox, you should know I’m a lion who isn’t afraid to protect his pride.”

  I don’t have time to go into more with her because the announcer calls for the next round to line up. Jasper must be hooking her car up now. He said he would be parked nearby on standby and he wasn’t kidding apparently.

  Two more races and the title is mine.

  Two more races and I can get a Fox back to my place and see if I can make her roar.

  Chapter Three

  Karsci

  Awakening the Lioness inside of me … I never thought the day would come.

  I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t do this. I should walk the fuck away. What we should do and what we do, well, those are not always one in the same. This is one of those times for me which doesn’t happen often. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s going to make a mess of my already fucked up life.

  Do I stop? Do I get out while I can?

  Nope.

  I dive all the way in letting some dumb instinct lead me down a dark path. This is going to blow up in my face. I know it. I feel it.

  Yet, here I am after watching Blaine lose in the final round to his friend, Ranger, and I’m in his Chevy heading to wherever they took my car.

  Trust.

  I don’t have it.

  Unfortunately, tonight I’m in a situation where I need to at least pretend or maybe let myself have this moment.

  That’s a strange thought.

  Allow myself the gift of the moment.

  When have I ever done anything for me?

  Never.

  When have I dared to step out of the boundaries laid out by Titus?

  I shake off the thought because I have walked the line carefully since losing Sammi.

  I could let the car go. I should let the car go. There isn’t anything in it to lead back to me. My gear is stashed at my new home. The registration goes to my new identity as Amanda Horton. When this job is done, I’ll have to send it back to the shop and get all the identifying numbers scratched and re-etched to something new. Titus has a crew and they will make the Fox look completely different when the time comes. The car may be mine, but it still gets cleaned up by him to protect his assets, those include me.

  In fact, when I finish here, Titus has people who will make Amanda Horton vanish into the thin air and it’s another identity dead. I go through them, the different identities, but it’s a necessary part of my life.

  Blaine looks over to me like he’s trying to read my mind. This indecision I’m having isn’t going to help me get through the next steps.

  I have never strayed from a job. My next task though, I haven’t checked in yet. I have this time.

  Time is never my friend.

  But right now, I have some time before I zero in on my job. The expectations for that assignment take time to build a relationship and trust so I’m going to be here for a bit.

  At least, I should get a night of fun out of it, right?

  That’s how I justify it in my head anyways as Blaine begins to speak.

  “Got a man sortin’ out who was behind the wheel of the Camry. ‘Til we get that shit figured out you can crash at my house. Not a single motherfucker with half a brain will come after you there.”

  I blow out a breath. “Blaine, I don’t know why that guy wrecked me out. I think maybe he thought I was someone else.”

  Blaine shrugs his shoulders not really taking in what I’m trying to tell him. He is set on his path and I can read in his features he’s determined to sort out what went down tonight. The truth is, while I’d like to know who did it, in the end the who doesn’t matter.

  No one knows Karsci Jo Sheridan. No one knows Fox here because I’ve never had to do to an assignment in North Carolina. No one knows me in any form. There is no way the accident tonight was a target on my back. I don’t exist here, not as me, only as Amanda and she isn’t known either.

  Unless…

  Well, unless it came from Titus.

  No one knows who I am except him. I have no social media profile. I have no friends, no family. No one knows I exist except Titus Blackwell and his people. I haven’t crossed him, I know better. I couldn’t imagine a single reason he would have to send someone after me especially here because he doesn’t even know I am here.

  That is an issue bigger than I can tackle tonight. Truthfully, though, I just don’t see him doing that. I’m too valuable right now. In the future, I’m sure my time will come. Knowing my target and second assignment there’s no way that tonight was truly about me. My new assignment has no ties to the street racing world. I came to unwind and nothing else.

  Tonight was supposed to be my night to be free. It wasn’t about Titus or a job. I don’t get to do something just to do it ever and here I am with it blowing up in my face the one time I let myself be normal. Well sort of normal because nothing about me is truly anyone’s standard of regular.

  He turns to me before putting his eyes back on the road. His hand grips the steering wheel casually at first then as he becomes frustrated with me or his thoughts, I’m not sure which, his hand tightens around the wheel.

  “Do you have any enemies?”

  That’s a loaded fucking question. He obviously can’t let this go as a case of mistaken identity or some weird mishap.

  As the chick registered to the car, no I don’t have any enemies. Amanda Horton is a loving daughter, animal lover, and likeable by everyone she meets. “No, I just moved here yesterday for a new job next week. I don’t know anyone. I saw a flyer and came to the track. No one could have known I was going to be there much less target me when I wasn’t even planning to be there. I haven’t done anything to anyone.”

  The lies roll off my tongue with ease from the many years of training I’ve had.

  “Just gotta cover our bases. Someone could have fucked you up bad. Maybe it was a warning.”

  I really don’t need him telling me this. I realize it completely. In fact, in my business, I already know every way in which someone could destroy me.

  Except I’m not me right now. I’m Amanda Horton not Karsci Sheridan so again, this had to be a coincidence. I don’t know how to get this man beside me to understand that. He can’t save me because the person he would have to save me from will destroy him.

  I let out a huff. “Blaine, I get you have some knight in shining armor complex, but I’m a nobody. It was a mistake. Pr
obably why they didn’t take it further. Maybe he realized at the last minute I wasn’t the person they were after. Fox body mustangs are common.”

  “I don’t have a knight complex. I have a code,” he explains but doesn’t go any further.

  I don’t bother to ask what the code he lives by is because honestly, it would be another reminder that the code I live by doesn’t reach the standards he most certainly sets for himself and the people around him.

  My code is simple: do whatever is necessary to stay alive.

  Everything else is irrelevant.

  No one can understand my situation. And before they judge me, I dare any motherfucker to walk a mile in my shoes. Most would crumble under the pressure of my reality. I’ve made the best of one very fucked up thing after another.

  We pull up to a driveway lined by pine trees which is not uncommon for the area. The further from the road we get the more I wonder about the man driving me.

  Is he a serial killer? Does he know who I really am?

  Maybe he is behind the wreck and this was all a scam to get me to this hidden location. My pulse quickens. I don’t feel that level of danger from him. My instincts have saved my ass more times than I care to admit and tonight what I feel from Blaine isn’t anything but desire, lust, and even a little sliver of trust. I don’t get any vibe that screams prepare myself for harm. If he is behind this though, he better be prepared because I won’t go down without a fight.

  I know about the Hellions MC and what it means for him to wear the cut he does. They were detailed out in the file as the men in charge of the area. Because I haven’t started my second assignment officially, I haven’t memorized all the information yet.

  When I get home that will most certainly change because I will be studying everything I can on Blaine and his motorcycle club. For tonight, I don’t know enough and I’m not about to disrespect his cut because I do know he had to earn that.

  Granted, I’m not about to tell him that. Sometimes the path least traveled reaches the destination sooner. There is no need to lay out my life for him or for him to tell me his.

  Studying the man this entire time, I find myself almost ogling him. His face is rigid with chiseled features. His neck is thick and stretches the collar of his black t-shirt. His arms, they are huge. His forearms flex with every move he makes.

  All of it turns me on.

  The air between us has been electric from the moment we touched. The charge, the draw, it’s intoxicating.

  I lick my lips feeling my mouth going dry as my pussy dampens my panties in desire.

  The man is a stranger. I should be worried. I shouldn’t have thoughts of licking every inch of his body.

  But I do.

  When was the last time I let myself have a moment of freedom?

  Two years, almost three years ago when I hooked up with Thomas. That relationship was over before it truly could begin. While he wanted more, there wasn’t anything more I could give him than one night of passion before moving on. I wasn’t who he thought I was and eventually it would have to end anyway so it was best I disappeared like I did. Blaine, however, he seems like the kind of man who could understand what it is to have a good time and not get attached.

  This though, this could be a night of giving myself away like I actually have control, and if Blaine is any good, I’ll be receiving at least an orgasm before the night is over. This wouldn’t need thoughts, just actions and the consequences be damned. I have a choice and I choose to be free tonight.

  With a new found resolve to let loose, I climb out of his car after he pulls into the detached garage beside the ranch style house in the woods.

  The garage has five bays. The one on the far left has a lift and the back wall has a toolbox that is taller than I am as well as a good ten feet across the wall.

  The man is definitely a gearhead.

  “Like what you see?” He asks as I study the lifted Chevy Silverado in the bay beside us.

  “Chevy man asking a chick who drives a Mustang if I like what I see. Sounds like an oxymoron to me.”

  He laughs and I swear butterflies flutter in my stomach at the sound.

  “This coming from the chick with a small block Chevy engine in that Fox body Mustang so you got some level of appreciation for the bowtie.”

  It’s my turn to laugh. “Busted, I indeed drive a Chevy-Stang because the horsepower with the weight is a perfect balance to win a few bucks, some bragging rights, and power over the quarter-mile. Are you one of those Chevy bowtie ‘til I die kind of guys?”

  “Nah, I’m a whatever I can drive faster, push harder, and feel alive in kind of guys.”

  Every word he says only turns me on more. I want this, need this, and it’s time I go for it. I round the front of his car to stand beside him. “Feel alive, huh?” I run my hands over his cut and let my nail scrape the skin of his neck.

  “Don’t start something Fox only to scurry away before you finish,” he warns before his head drops to mine.

  Our lips meet and I stop breathing as the intensity hits me all at once. I open and his tongue invades.

  He commands.

  He demands.

  And I give him all I have.

  Clawing at his neck, I pull him to me. The back of my legs hit the front of his car. Pulling at his cut, I push it off him. He pulls back to take it off and toss it to the hood of the car at the windshield. I grab for the hem of his t-shirt which he glides off his body revealing a sculpted chest and set of abs that could be found in any men’s health type of magazine. His sides are both decorated in black and gray tattoos covering his ribs but from this angle I can’t take in the specific details. His chest is a blank canvas while his right arm is covered in a chain wrapping around his skin and working all the way up to his neck and disappearing to his back.

  I want to ask him about his ink, but I don’t have time as his lips crash to mine again. Fingertips reach the edge of my shirt to which I pull back and help him strip my top off. Laying back against the hood of the car, I watch as his eyes dance in appreciation of my body. While I don’t have defined abs, I have a toned stomach with a set of perky triple D tits that are natural. He trails his fingers over the ink on my ribs. His fingertips are calloused and rough showing he clearing works using his hands regularly.

  “Feathers?” He mutters with his voice raspy in his own desire.

  “Peacock feathers,” I whisper as I arch my back wanting more of his touch.

  His head drops to my chest where his tongue traces the edge of my red lace bra. “Red is my favorite color,” he says before trailing his way to my neck and sucking on the spot just beneath my ear where my shoulder and neck meet.

  I spread my legs for him to get closer and he takes the invitation. “Need to get lost,” I mutter as my body aches for more contact.

  Blaine stands and steps back reaching out and undoing my pants. I lift my ass to help him remove them. He takes my boots off and slides the jeans down dropping them to the concrete floor.

  “Damn sexy,” he says standing back to admire me laying in just my bra and panties on the hood of his car.

  “You gonna keep watchin’ or start doin’?” I challenge with a wink.

  He smirks. “I like the view. Show me Fox. Show me how you like it.”

  My face heats.

  Tonight is about going for it right?

  I lean back letting the metal of the car warm me from where the engine was just on. With my left hand, I trail the edge of my red lace panties before I spread my legs. My middle finger slides between my slick pussy lips as I use my right hand to pop my tit out of my bra and tweak my nipple.

  Just as I slide my digit in, Blaine drops to his knees in front of the car as he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge. My ass partially hangs off as he grips my thighs dropping his mouth to my pussy. With his tongue he pushes the fabric of my panties to the side to find my fingers.

  I still.

  He pul
ls away.

  “I didn’t say stop. Work yourself, Fox.”

  I hesitate and he moves to stand. Sliding my panties off, he stares at me. Our eyes are locked in a trance.

  “I wanna taste you as you get yourself there. Just on the edge of toppling over, I want to feel it, see it, taste it, and know it. I wanna know you’re an equal part in your satisfaction. Gonna give me that?”

  A lump builds inside my throat from his words. As the warm air hits my naked pussy, I’m throbbing inside for release. Tenderly, I move my hand back and being to slide my finger over my clit before sinking inside.

  Blaine drops down again and takes his mouth to my pussy latching on. He sucks so hard I felt like he might suck the finger right out of me. Unprepared for his onslaught, I find my body trembling in reaction of his attention to my sensitive flesh. Lapping he has every millimeter of my pussy awake and tingling for more.

  I work my finger in and he sucks it out for my pussy walls to clamp down. It’s a delicious torture that soon as me rocking my hips into his face. I can’t stop as I feel my body climbing higher and higher.

  “Blaine,” I cry out his name as he adds his own finger to mine and works me, pressing his thumb slightly into my ass I go over the edge losing all control as my body convulses on his car.

  Standing, he reaches out and pulls me up. The bulge in his jeans tells me how turned on he is and I find my body coming alive again for more.

  “Blaine,” I yelp as he tosses me over his shoulder. “I can walk. It’s an orgasm not a bullet wound.”

  “Four more of those and you’ll be happy for me to carry you around.”

  “Four?” I shriek.

  “Fox, I’m just gettin’ started. You got a bangin’ body and I plan to explore all night long until you can’t possibly give me anymore.”

  I bite my lip in delight.

  One night.

  One night to get lost.

  One night to shut the world out.

  One night together.

  What could really go wrong?

  Chapter Four

  Blaine