Page 116 of Total Shutdown

When I break from her lips, she rolls them together, loving the taste of us both. “What else do you love about me, Sawyer?” She asks a question I could never have imagined hearing from the Collins I first met at Lloyd’s.

“Hmm, let’s see.” I set a third kiss across her mouth, this time sweeping my tongue against hers.

She whimpers, the sound barely audible above the ocean and traffic noise, but it’s there, and I hang on to its beauty. I drew that from her.Me.

“I love the way you made me work for you. You didn’t care that I was a rich and famous hockey player. Hell,”—I laugh—“you practically told me as much when you threw that ride home back in my face.”

She scuffs the ground lightly with her boot. “I was really gutted when you denied knowing me to the media. I think, honestly, that was the first moment I realized that you’d really gotten under my skin. That my attraction to you was more than superficial.”

I bring her back in for a fourth kiss. She teases me, running her tongue across my bottom lip until I’m the one whimpering, trying desperately to suppress the hard-on as it fights against my leathers.

“Thank you for making today so perfect. I still can’t believe you essentially bought me a business.” There’s a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “I hope I can make a good go of it.”

I scoff. “Are you kidding me? You had new customers coming out of your ears at Smooth Running. There’s no way they won’t follow you wherever you go.” I twist a lock of pink hair around my finger, unable to keep my hands off her. “You’ve earned this, Collins. You know everything there is to know about Harleys and have an online following who hang on your every word. This is your time to take a front seat and shine, and I’m all the way here for it.”

I go in for a fifth kiss. “Soon, I’ll be the retired hockey player with a famous influencer girlfriend heading up her own Harley empire.”

“You really think so?” She cocks her head to the side, studying me.

“I do. Because good things happen to amazing people. You only have to look around yourself to see how loved you are.” I run my nose against hers, smiling like an idiot. “Although don’t look too far. I’m not the best at sharing, especially when it comes to my favorite things.”

Silence falls between us as we sit comfortably in each other’s presence, foreheads resting together. I’m aware we only have a couple more hours before Ezra gets home from school, and I’m determined to make the most of them.

“Collins,” I say, picking my head up to look at her.

“Yeah?”

“I want you so bad; it’s killing me.”

Her breathing picks up, chest rising and falling quicker than before. “But we’re out in the open, and you know how I feel about public sex. The deserted parking lot was the exception.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I lean toward the shell, my lips barely touching her skin. “That’s cool, Baby Girl. Like I said, I’m not a fan of sharing, and that includes anyone’s eyes on what’s only meant for mine.”

“So, what do you have in mind?” she asks, her voice still breathy.

Since I had them installed, it’s all I’ve been able to think of.

I lean closer to her ear, a wry smile pulling at my lips. “How about we christen one of your new scissor lifts?”

* * *

COLLINS

On his knees for me—that’s how I like Sawyer Bryce.

I’m sprawled out across the scissor lift, my entire lower half exposed as I wrap my toes around the edge, so turned on.

Sawyer plunges his fingers inside me, curling them toward my front wall, while his other hand fists my gray Metallica T-shirt—something he insisted I leave on when we pulled back into my new garage and he stripped every other item of my clothing away.

My boyfriend’s sex drive is off the charts, and to think, my first impression of him was vanilla.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, teasing the growing bud between his teeth, and I moan, long and loud, not caring if anyone can hear us.

“Give me your cock,” I implore. “I need it inside me right now.”

Sawyer rises to his feet, hovering over me with delight while he sucks on his dripping fingers. “Is my bratty, back-talking girl finally breaking?”

My toes curl again. He isn’t touching me, but my pussy pulsates from the desperation for him to do exactly that.