Page 42 of Burn Bag (Owens Protective Services #31)

Swallowing hard, I did as he commanded. Shivers raced down my spine as he stared at me for a moment before stepping back. His eyes dropped to my pussy and then he dropped to his knees.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

I cried out as I felt a single knuckle brush against my pussy. My legs shook and my eyes snapped shut at the sensations zipping through me. I wasn’t sure I could take this. He was beating me at my own game.

When he got to his feet, his eyes were back on mine. “Is this payment for my truck?”

Was this a trick question? I wasn’t sure, but I bit my lip and nodded.

“Because you’ve been a bad girl.”

I nodded again.

“And bad girls get punished,” he growled. “Spread those legs wider.”

The intensity in his eyes was almost too much, but I did as he said, my heart hammering out of control as I waited for whatever happened next.

A harsh slap landed against my pussy and I cried out, not expecting the sting or the abuse .

Tsking, he shook his head at me. “You’ve been a bad girl. You haven’t been listening to your man, have you?”

I shook my head and another harsh slap landed against my pussy. I cried out this time, but not out of pain. God, the pleasure…it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Should you be punished for what you did?”

I wanted to say yes, but instead, I bit my lip again and shook my head.

“No, huh?” He stepped forward and slid his finger through my soaked pussy, rubbing slowly. “You deliberately disobeyed me. You fucked up my truck, and you put yourself in danger. And you don’t think you should be punished?”

He finished with a harsh pinch to my clit that had me crying out in pain. But with that rush of pain came an earth-shattering rush of fire that lit my whole body.

“I want to hear you say it.”

My lips parted, but I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. This wasn’t exactly something I had ever done before, and definitely not the direction I thought it would go.

“Say…what?”

“Tell me I’m your man.”

“You’re my man,” I repeated.

“And you will fucking listen to me.”

I swallowed hard, forcing the words past my lips. “I will fucking listen to you.”

“Tell me you will never fucking put yourself in danger again.”

I scowled at him. “Like you put yourself in danger every time you go out on a job?”

He smirked at me. “There she is.”

Surprised, I didn’t know what to say as his lips crashed down on mine and he tore the lingerie from my body in one swift motion. In an instant, I was on my back, naked underneath him as he settled between my legs and slapped his dick against my pussy.

“You will never do anything like that again,” he said softer this time, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I don’t ever want to get a fucking call again telling me you’re in the hospital.”

I nodded and he pressed more kisses to my cheeks, to my eyelids, and down my nose.

“You fucking scared the shit out of me.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” He kissed me hard and then pulled back. “I’m growing quite fond of my wife.”

And then he sank inside me and made love to me.

“What about this one?” he asked, showing me an SUV that looked more like it was outfitted for a military campaign in the desert.

“Aren’t we supposed to be shopping for you?”

Scowling, he shut the door of the driver’s side and stalked over to me. “I need something you can drive around in.”

My hands twisted in front of me as I ducked my head, nervous as hell. “Um…that’s the thing…”

“What’s the thing?” he asked, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him.

My heart hammered in my chest the longer I stared at him. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get behind the wheel again. I wasn’t ready. And as my eyes filled with tears, I knew he knew it.

His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to get behind the wheel yet.”

“I’m sorry.” I buried my face in his chest as tears leaked from my eyes.

I tried to hold back the sob building, but it was all too much.

I still felt guilty as hell from smashing up his truck, the business, and a friend.

But it wasn’t just that. Whenever I closed my eyes, I still saw the building ahead of me.

I saw the man waving his arms at me to stop.

And I still felt the terror, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop in time.

“Hey, it’s fine. We’ll keep looking.”

“Not for me. I just can’t do it. ”

“I know. You don’t have to. Not yet.”

I nodded, understanding that he would try to make me eventually. I could hear it in his voice. Stepping back, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“So, a truck, huh?”

“Yeah, we should find you a truck.”

“Well, good luck with that. So far, I haven’t seen much of anything that I like.”

Again, nerves skittered through me. I wasn’t sure he would like my suggestion, or my interference, but I didn’t want him to miss out. “Um…I may have put some money down on a truck for you.”

He stiffened, turning slightly to me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t want anyone else to get it until you saw it. You don’t have to take it,” I rushed on. “It was just to hold it until you could see it.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but instead of yelling at me for interfering, he grinned. “Okay, let’s go look at it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How bad could it be?”

Smiling, I decided to freak him out just a little, even though that might be a little mean given the circumstances.

“Well, I think it’s beautiful. It’s baby blue?—”

“It’s what?”

“And it’s got this big engine.”

“Big engine, huh?”

I beamed up at him. “2.7 liter four-cylinder. That’s big, right?”

He grimaced, but tried not to look too disappointed. “So, where is this truck?”

“Mason’s.”

He nodded and helped me into the truck, shutting the door behind me. I was still nervous about driving around, but with him behind the wheel, it calmed my nerves some. At least I wasn’t behind the wheel. Luckily, we didn’t have to drive far to get to the dealership.

But as we drove, his mood turned sour and the irritation that we were even here became clear .

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, getting out of the truck.

I held back a smirk as he opened my door. I really hoped he liked this truck. When I saw it online, I thought it was beautiful. I just hoped he felt the same. He took my hand in his, but the tension in his body nearly had me breaking.

I quickly checked in, letting the person up front know we were here to see the truck. When the salesman came out, he grinned when he saw Bradley.

“So, this is the lucky man? I have to tell you, son, I wish my wife would pick out a truck like this for me.”

Bradley shot him a fake smile. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Well, let’s go check her out.”

He snatched the keys and guided us outside. I knew the moment I saw it, but Bradley was looking around for a baby blue pickup, not even seeing the truck right in front of him.

When we stopped, I grinned up at him. “What do you think?”

A beautiful army green pickup truck sat in front of us.

With a 5.7 liter V8 engine, I knew it would be perfect for him.

I just hoped he thought the same. He stepped forward, running his hand across the smooth exterior, pulling open the driver’s side door to check out the interior.

I didn’t bother with the front. I jumped into the full-size second row, delighting in how spacious it was.

The back window rolled all the way down and the bed came with a soft cover that could be locked in place.

Of course, he would probably want a toolbox like all the other guys, but he could work that out if he liked it.

Bradley turned the key and the engine roared to life, reminding me of Tim “The Toolman” Taylor. I grunted along with the engine, grinning when Bradley shook his head at me.

“Should we take it for a spin?” I asked.

Bradley turned in his seat, his hand resting on the passenger seat. “Baby, this is not baby blue.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not.”

“And this is not a 2.7 liter four cylinder engine.”

Again, I shook my head. “I may have lied. ”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I wanted to surprise you,” I admitted. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to get it. It’s not a big deal, but when I saw it, I immediately thought of you and?—”

He hauled his hulking frame over the console and into the back with me, kissing me hard. I fell back on the seat, nearly laid out for him as he mauled me.

“You’ve been a naughty girl.”

Blinking up at him innocently, I asked, “What are you going to do about it?”

Chuckling, he trailed his finger down my cheek, over my collarbone, and lower until I was squirming from his touch.

“Um…we haven’t technically bought the truck yet. I don’t think that would be appropriate,” I gasped as he pinched my clit through my pants.

“Then I guess we’d better buy the fucking truck.”

“Really?” I said excitedly. “You really like it?”

“Yeah, baby. I really like it.”

“You’re sure,” I clarified. “You’re not just saying that so you don’t hurt my feelings or something weird like that. Because you know I broke your other truck. You have every right to tell me you hate this and you don’t want it.”

“I fucking love it.”

“It’s not new,” I admitted. “They don’t make these anymore with a V8.”

“The last of the good trucks,” he grinned. “We’ll make sure everyone fucking knows it.”

I pressed a hard kiss to his mouth just as the salesman knocked on the window, choking out a laugh. “I’m so glad you like it.”

“I’m glad you broke my other truck.”

“Really?” I asked, finding that just a little strange.

“Well, no, not really. But I do love this truck.”

“Then let’s get the paperwork done so we can get her home.”

“Her?” He grimaced. “I don’t know. This doesn’t feel like a female. ”

“Do you really want to say to your friends I’m taking Mike for a spin around the block?”

“Good point. I’ll name her Valkyrie.”

He pried himself off me and flung the door open, with me still laying indecently exposed underneath him. I closed my legs at the last minute, avoiding any uncomfortable stares from the salesman, but he was leaning against the bed of the truck and didn’t see a thing.

“We’ll take her,” Bradley announced.

“A woman always knows best,” the salesman grinned.

Bradley looked back at me, holding out his hand for me. “I’m beginning to see that.”