Page 45 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

Rhett

Five days. It’d been five days since I’d dropped Eva off at her apartment, and I was going fucking crazy.

I kept busy in the garage—the influx of cars helped.

So did the new parts for the rebuild I was working on.

I rebuilt cars occasionally as one more hobby I didn’t need.

It filled my time. It also kept me yelling at the fucking internet when I couldn’t find the parts I needed.

To say it was slow going was the understatement of the century.

The one I was working on was a passion project.

A real love-hate relationship kind of thing.

She ran just fine—mostly. I managed to bring her to events and clubs every once in a while.

But every time I got her up and running long enough to be worth something, she broke right back down.

I named her Bertha after my fucking grandma. Both drove me nuts.

But it kept me busy because when I wasn’t, Eva crept into every part of my brain like a weed—a gorgeous fucking weed I wouldn’t pluck, even if I could.

Okay, that was a horrible analogy, but I was trying not to obsess.

I should’ve said something instead of hoping that damn jacket would bring her back to me.

I also worried that I’d officially lost that jacket, which would gut me more than anything else.

It was the last thing Aimee had bought for me.

The music I blasted through the small stereo was almost loud enough to drown out the click of heels on the concrete as I worked. Almost. Without ever c oming out from under the car, I grinned. Only one woman I knew wore heels.

I lifted a silent thanks to my lucky jacket.

“Has a car ever crushed anyone by those lift things collapsing while they’re under it?” Eva asked.

“Jesus fuck, spark plug,” I muttered. That certainly was a fucking question to ask, especially considering I was lying under a goddamn car. Glancing at my feet, I saw her bright red heels standing between my knees.

There were other ways I wanted to see those shapely legs and fuck-me heels between my knees.

“It’s a legitimate question that someone in your industry should consider before skateboarding under a car,” she replied.

“I’m not on a skateboard,” I told her. It was basically a cheap skateboard. “Inch back for me, spark plug.”

She did as I asked, slowly moving back until I was out from under the car.

As I sat up, I took a moment to drink her in.

As always, she was pristine perfection in a figure-hugging white dress hitting her mid-thigh and dipping down between her full tits.

That goddamn dress. Fucking hell. The way it hugged every soft curve she had would be the death of me.

Or my dick. Or both. Could’ve been both, and I wouldn’t even care.

And she paired it with bright red heels that matched her painted lips.

The woman was a walking cocktease, and my dick noticed.

Just the sight of her had it at full attention.

When was the last time a woman had done so little to do so much to me?

“You found me.” I grinned up at her.

“I did,” she agreed, returning my smile with one of hers. “You have no idea how hard it was to track you here.”

“It’s kind of hot that you stalk me, spark plug,” I said.

“I don’t know that I’d call it stalking,” Eva replied quickly. Her next sentence cut off as I stood swiftly, towering over her. Even in heels, she was short.

“It’s every man’s dream to have a gorgeous woman stalk him,” I teased. Her cheeks tinged pink, but she never missed a beat.

“You say that, but what if I were a serial killer?” she countered, making me laugh. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Oh, but I wanted to find out. Fuck it. My lucky jacket hadn’t steered me wrong yet. I listened to her chat away as I crossed the garage and pressed the button to close the main door. No fucking way would I let anyone see the things I was about to do to this woman.

I closed the short distance between us. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tilted her head back and kissed her.

Desperately. I drove my tongue straight past her lips, devouring the sweet taste of her.

I groaned with appreciation. The woman was a drug—one I’d gladly indulge every chance I got.

Dragging my teeth over her plump bottom lip, I reveled in the tiny whimper it pulled out of her.

“Here’s what’s about to happen, spark plug,” I whispered while my mouth moved along her jaw. The way her head slipped back to give me access to her neck in response was fucking perfection. “I’m going to ruin this cocktease of a dress and rip it right off of you.”

“Oh.” She sucked in a sharp breath as my teeth grazed over her fluttering pulse.

“And then I’m getting down on my knees to make you come on my tongue until the only way you’re staying upright is because you’re using my car for support.”

“ Oh… ”

“And when I’m done, I’m going to show you exactly what I can do with the pearls in my cock.

” I pulled back to stare down into the beautiful blue eyes full of fire and desire.

My hand moved from her hair down to her neck.

I traced the delicate lines before curling my hand around her neck firmly and felt how she swallowed hard.

“So, tell me, spark plug, do you want me to fuck you against my car?”

“Yes,” she let out so softly I barely heard her.

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck me, Rhett.”

“Well, those might just be my favorite words to ever come out of that pretty mouth of yours, spark plug,” I told her.

Using my hold on her throat, I dragged her mouth to mine in a crushing kiss.

Her tongue met mine eagerly, and her fingers wrung into the front of my shirt, pulling me against her.

We hit the side of the car, and I ate up the little gasp she let out.

I ran my hands down her body, palming every one of her curves. The grease and dirt on my hands marred her pristine dress. They left their mark on every inch of her I touched. I warned her that I planned to ruin her dress.

“Off,” she said breathlessly against my mouth. Eva grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pushed it up. My lips left hers long enough to reach behind me and yank it over my head. Her hands fanned over my chest, nails scraping skin. An involuntary shudder rolled through me.

As I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her neck, I dragged the zipper of her dress down.

I fisted the expensive fabric and ripped it apart.

The resistance was there, but every little gasp and yelp of surprise she let out as it gave way was worth it when I tossed it aside.

I ran my hands down her gorgeous body, tracing the lines of her lacy red bra and matching panties.

Fuck, this woman was a showstopper in every sense of the word.

“Fuck, you are stunning,” I awed. Lowering down on my knees, I worshiped every inch of her soft body with my hands and mouth.

When she rushed to get out of her bra, I assaulted her nipples—sucking and biting until both peaks were taut and sensitive.

The way her head tipped back against the car with her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and smudged lips parted was nothing short of art.

I dragged those lace panties down her legs and shoved them in my back pocket.

I wasn’t giving them back. Propping one leg over my shoulder, I kissed her inner thigh while her fingers brushed through my hair.

I took my time, drawing it out, as I kissed my way toward her exposed pussy.

The anticipation as her fist tightened in my hair made the wait worth it.

“Fucking incredible.” I latched onto her clit, alternating between hard sucks and flicks with my tongue. Taking my time, I followed her lead. I listened to every sound that escaped her and watched how her body moved—what made it beg for more.

And fuck me, my spark plug was loud. Her voice filled the garage in a cascade of moans, pleas, and directions as she lost herself in her pleasure. My cock ached something fierce at the sight of her.

She damn near ripped out my hair as a strangled cry caught in her throat, hips rising against my face.

I pinned her to me, relentless, as she rode out her orgasm.

Fuck, she tasted as sweet as I imagined.

Her pants, her moans, my name on her lips.

Eva as she came was the kind of high that couldn’t be bottled, but I’d be damned if I didn’t chase it.

I lavished her with my tongue and used my barbel to change the experience for her. Even as she collapsed against the car, ready to be done, I didn’t stop.

“I can’t…” she gasped.

“You can,” I growled. “You’re still standing, which means I’m not stopping.”

“ Rhett !” My name barely made it past her lips before I gave her swollen clit a light nip.

The sound that came out of her as it pushed her right back over the edge was music.

My fingers dug into her skin as I kept her body pinned to mine.

I assaulted her clit until she was gasping, until her thighs were shaking, and until nothing but incoherent words fell out of her.

“Breathe, spark plug,” I whispered against her skin as I kissed my way up her stomach. Her arms looped around my shoulders while I wrapped one arm around her waist. Moving with her, I lifted her onto the hood. The way her knees hooked around my hips automatically was sexy as her confidence.

“Fuck me, Rhett,” Eva whispered. She ran her tongue up my neck and tugged on my ear. She curled her tongue playfully around the chain in my conch piercing before dragging her teeth over my lobe one more time. This woman would be the end of me.

“Take my cock out,” I ordered gruffly while I pulled out my wallet for the only condom I had on hand. Thank fuck.

“You’re bossy,” she commented.

“I don’t see you complaining,” I said, bringing out that pretty smile of hers. Those lusty blue eyes held mine while she unbuttoned my jeans. She pushed them down my hips along with my boxers. My dick damn near sang her praises at being freed.

But the minute her hand was around my cock and she felt my pearls, the moment was gone. Her gaze dropped between us, eyes widening. And while the idea of her in awe of my cock did something for my ego, I was desperate to be inside her.

“You can admire my cock later, spark plug.” Grabbing her jaw, I made her look at me. “Roll the condom so I can fuck you until the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on in here.”

Without hesitation, she did what I asked. I moaned at the sensation of her hand stroking down my length. I was suddenly painfully aware of just how long it’d been since I had sex.

“It won’t hurt?” She chewed on her lower lip. Using my thumb, I popped it free to keep her from hurting herself.

“I promise I won’t hurt,” I told her. For good measure, I added, “Unless you ask me to.”

Her pretty little mouth popped open with surprise. Yeah, I was going to have fun corrupting her sweet and sexy self. Grabbing her hips, I yanked her off the hood of the car and turned her fast.

“ Hands on the hood, spark plug, and brace yourself,” I ordered.

She did, and that ass of hers. I bit my lip, holding back a groan of appreciation.

That ass of hers was God’s gift to me. Jesus fuck.

I ran my hands over her skin, squeezing her soft flesh and leaving my dirty hand prints on her pale skin.

“I thought we were going to bother your neighbors?” She glanced over her shoulder, one brow arched and a little smirk on her lips.

I cracked a hand across that perfect ass.

Something like indignation mixed with enjoyment crossed her face.

Before she had time to process it, I pushed the head of my cock inside her wet heat.

Anything she was about to say was lost in a delicious moan.

With one strong tug, I adjusted the angle of her hips, knowing full well my pearls would stroke that sweet spot with every thrust. For as bad as I wanted to fuck her senseless, I gave her body the chance to get used to me.

I wasn’t small by any means, but the pearls only made the experience more intense.

That bit of feedback always meant I started slow.

Even as she tried to push back on my cock. I was slow and pointed, each shallow thrust going a little deeper than the last. The stretch and give of her pussy had her writhing before I even began.

“You look so goddamn pretty seated on my cock, spark plug,” I told her when I bottomed out and stopped. The vice grip her muscles had on my dick was the definition of torture. It took everything I had not to just lose it right there.

I smoothed a hand down her spine and forced her flat against the hood. The angle and those fuck-me heels were perfect.

“You can admire my ass later, Rhett,” Eva teased. “Fuck me now before I take care of myself without you.”

Well, that wasn’t fucking happening.

“Smart ass. I’m going to have to teach you some patience,” I replied.

Later. Pulling out damn near all the way, I set a hard pace.

Fast and unrelenting. Her cries and moans echoed off the garage walls.

The warmth of her pussy around my cock was pure heaven, even as the fluttering of her muscles tested my resolve to make it last.

“Touch yourself,” I grunted, fingers digging hard into her hips to ground myself. “Make a mess of my cock, spark plug.”

Eva reached down and circled her clit. The long and loud moan she let out was torture for my control, as was how she collapsed over the hood. Her hips met my every thrust. Grunting, groaning, skin slapping against skin.

“ More,” she begged breathlessly. “ Oh, Rhett… right there, right there, right there! ”

“That’s it. Come all over my cock.” I bit down on my lip for control. Her muscles pulsed and clamped down, coming with a scream. One more thrust and then another, and I was done. I dragged her back on my cock hard as I came with a guttural groan, her body coaxing out every last drop of cum I had.

I saw the fucking abyss for a moment there. Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead to her sweat-slicked back. Her panting matched mine while we both worked to catch our breath.

“You good?” I asked softly and kissed the dip between her shoulder blades, enjoying the little sigh she let out.

“Good is not the right word to describe that,” Eva let out with a small giggle.

“That’s my girl,” I said. The notion of that tugged hard on my heart. Because she wasn’t just my girl. She was someone else’s wife—and that was a conversation we needed to have.