Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“This is Black Iron Bikes, princess,” I tell her. “Not Black Iron Cars.”
“Yeah, I saw that, I just thought—”
“You thought what?” I snap. “That you could march in here with all your money and have us peons do whatever you want?”
I shouldn’t have said that. It was excessive. I guess my life of growing up at the bottom has embedded some reactions in me that haven’t come out until now.
“Ummm…I could take it somewhere else.”
I should send her to Frank Calloway’s for repair work, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her get away from me. Not when she’s so close I can smell her perfume. Don’t ask me what scent it is, but it’s intoxicating.
“Either your starter or battery is going bad,” I say, warming my voice. I extend my hand non-threateningly. “Leave it with me, princess. It shouldn’t be more than an hour. When you come back, ask for Finn.”
She gives me a sassy look before handing them over. I bet no man in her life has ever spoken to her like that. My cock twitches again as I picture all the other faces she could make once I get my hands on her. I’ve never wanted to worship and ruin a woman at the same time, but she’s got me twisted up like knotted fish line.
“Don’t you mean my carriage?” she asks. “Since I’m a princess?”
I smirk as she turns and storms out of the shop, her heels clicking on the concrete, my eyes glued to the sculpted curves of her perfect ass. Here at Black Iron Bikes, we design custom machines, but whoever designed the pistons on that woman deserves a goddamn trophy.
The boys give me odd looks as I pull her car up and check it over. Sure enough, it’s just a battery going bad, which I quickly replace. While inside, I notice a gym bag in the backseat and open it. Inside are a pair of athletic shoes, a water bottle, a tank top, some shorts—
And a pair of red panties…
“Shit…” I curse under my breath. I try to stop myself, but it’s no use. I pull them out, lift them to my nose, and inhale. The sensation is electrifying. Her sweet scent hits my lungs like a fantastical love potion, forcing my eyes closed as my cock threatens to explode. Good thing my jeans are filthy, no one will notice the spots of pre-cum dripping from my crown and wetting my crotch.
Should I steal her underwear?
The obvious answer is no, but I don’t think I can put them back. Not now. And besides, a rich girl like her isn’t gonna miss a single pair of panties, and I know once she comes back for her ride, she’ll be gone for good. But if I keep her panties, at least I’ll have something to remember her by.
I hungrily stuff them into my pocket and pull her car into an empty slot out front. I step out and am heading back inside when I see her standing over at the garage door, arms crossed over her chest like she’s sick and tired of waiting on me.
“Damn, that’s one fine piece of ass,” I hear Grady say behind me. I glance back at him as he makes a horny clicking sound with his teeth. My fists clench together at my sides. If he even tries to make a move on her, I’ll break his fucking jaw. He won’t be making that sound again.
Her panties are like a warm energy in my pocket as I march over to her, a secret connection between us that no one else can see—including her. I need to plant my flag so the world knows she belongs to me. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Her beauty nearly breaks me. Despite the pricey wardrobe and the perfect makeup job, this girl doesn’t look any older than eighteen. It must be Mommy and Daddy keeping her closet stocked, not some wealthy husband.
“I said give me an hour,” I tell her.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got…things to do,” she replies, checking the watch on her wrist that probably cost more than I make in a year.
“Uh-huh,” I reply. “Well, I was right. Just needed a new battery.” I eye her up and down. It’s not subtle, and she notices. She blushes and looks down, embarrassed. Christ, if I was ever able to get my hands on her, she’d be red for entirely different reasons. I can just picture my handprint on her perfect ass from giving her the spanking she deserves.
But that’s not possible. A rich girl like her and a bad boy biker mechanic like me? Her dad would lock her up before he let that happen, even if she was willing to give me the time of day.
“So it will start now?” she asks. Christ, she really knows nothing about the six-figure car she’s driving.