The bastard deserved it.
Abby Cook glanced around the dark parking lot of the apartment complex, and tightened her grip on the bottle of brake fluid.
Her cousin Kelly was too sweet—more than content to drown her heartbreak in twelve boxes of tissue. But Abby had a different definition of healing, and the lousy piece of shit was going to get what was coming to him.
Hot fury spread through her blood. Poor Kelly. What kind of man lied about being married while screwing around with a nineteen-year-old girl?
The kind who’s going to wake up to a nasty little surprise.
The whole situation was just another reason why she refused to date military men. She hadn’t been much older than Kelly when she’d gotten her own heart stomped on by one. Abby intended to make sure that this military man didn’t get off easy—nobody messed with her little cousin that badly and walked away.
Crouching low, she ran through the parking lot until she found his black Ford truck. She glanced at the street lamps and then the side of the apartment building. Hopefully there weren’t any security cameras.
She knelt beside the truck, trying in vain to pull her skirt back down over her thighs. Damn, she should’ve gone home and changed first. Brilliant idea, Abby. Go trash someone’s truck right after you get back from a night of dancing with the girls.
She pulled a towel from the pocket of her skirt and opened the bottle of brake fluid. After rolling the towel into a cylinder, she saturated the tip with the fluid from the bottle and then turned back to the truck.
“Revenge is a bitch, buddy. And so am I.”
Bringing the towel to the shiny paint on the obviously new vehicle, Abby started to write her message. After she finished, she stood and moved to the other side, dipping the towel again.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Abby’s head jerked up and she saw a man built like a linebacker running towards her. Oh crap!
She jumped to her feet, kicking over the bottle of brake fluid in the process. No time to grab the evidence, just get the hell out of here!
She ran hard, but her high heels and the thirty pounds she was trying to lose slowed her down. Her breath clogged tight in her throat and her pulse raced with fear.
She glanced back over her shoulder. Shit! He was following her. Who was he? He definitely wasn’t Kelly’s ex.
She veered to the left, crossing the street to a large empty field.
“Oh, shit,” she wheezed. “I shouldn’t have stopped doing those Tae Bo videos.”
Was he still behind her? She looked over her shoulder again. Damn! He was like six feet away! There was no way she could outrun him.
She dug her heels into the ground and spun around. “Stop! I’ve got pepper spra—ooph!”
He tackled her full out, throwing his arms around her and sending both of them flying to the grass. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes as she tried to get her breath back. He grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head as his muscular thighs straddled her ribcage.
She struggled to free herself, but he had a grip like steel. Finally, she opened her eyes and met the furious chocolate gaze of the man holding her down.
Oh, no. Not him! Her blood raced faster through her veins, but not because of the overexertion. Because of who was straddling her.
He looked just as sexy now as he had every night she’d seen him at The Lounge. Each time he’d asked her out, and each time it had just about killed her to turn him down.
And the way he was looking at her now… Heat spread throughout her body, tightening her nipples and pooling moisture into her panties.
Please don’t let him recognize me. What would happen if he realized who she was? She wet her lips and swallowed hard.
He blinked and lowered his head closer to hers. His brows drew together. “Oh my God, it’s you.” Shit!
Mason Tyler shook his head at the woman beneath him. Christ, it was her. He drank her in—from her blonde hair fanned out on the grass, to the panicked brown eyes that were staring up at him with recognition and…something else. There was a heat in her gaze. A heat he wasn’t even sure he should be trying to analyze. Her body was pale, full and lush under him. The same voluptuous body he’d been wanting for over a month now.
He’d seen her at The Jazz Lounge almost every Friday night for the past five weeks. Had watched her from afar, thinking she was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. But he’d been hesitant to approach her, thought he didn’t stand a chance with such a sexy, confident-looking woman.
When he’d finally convinced himself to give it a shot, she’d turned him down flat, even as he’d read the obvious interest in her gaze. Confused and challenged by her response, he’d continued to ask. Week after week. And each time she’d said no, with that tiny smile on her pert lips.
And now here she was, lying on the grass underneath him. He’d finally caught her—under bizarre circumstances—and had her right where he wanted her. What had she been doing in that parking lot?
He shifted, all too aware that his dick was pressed up against her large breasts. Breasts with round, hard nipples showing through her thin, blue tank top.
“Look,” she squirmed underneath him, avoiding his gaze. “Can you get off me, please?”
“Now why would I do that?” He smiled, starting to enjoy their positions. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get you on your back, baby.”
Her mouth opened on a gasp. “Listen, buddy—”
“I’m not your buddy,” he murmured. “You wouldn’t even give me your name, remember? And right about now, you’re lucky if I don’t call the police on your ass.”
That last part had been a bluff, but it was a good way to keep her with him for a few minutes longer.
“Oh! There’s no need for that. Look, I’m not sure what you think you saw.” She ran her tongue over her lips and the small gesture had him biting back a groan and his jeans fitting tighter. “But, umm, it’s not what it looked like. So, would you mind letting me up?”
He shifted, trying to ease the discomfort of his throbbing dick pressed tight inside his jeans. “And what did it look like?”
She struggled to free herself again, gave up, and then sighed. “I don’t know, what do you think it looked like?”
He frowned. Good question. What had he seen? Whatever it was, it hadn’t looked legal. “It looked like you were dumping something from a bottle onto a towel and rubbing it on my truck.”
“Oh. Well, then it is what it looked like. But it was no less than he—” Her eyes opened even wider. “Wait, did you just say your truck?”
“Yeah, I did.” He cocked his head, his gut clenching. “What was on the towel?”
Her head shook back and forth. “No. No. It can’t be your truck. Kelly said there’s only one black Ford truck at this complex.”
“My truck’s dark blue.” So a case of mistaken truck identity. But what had she been doing to it?
“Dark blue…? Oh, no. It’s night out and I must have mistaken…” She went limp underneath him, her head falling back onto the ground. “So that was your truck? Oh, God.”
“What was on the towel, baby?” The tingling on the back of his neck warned him he wouldn’t like the answer.
“Brake fluid.” Her voice was a little squeak, and about half the volume it had been a minute ago.
His vision went red, his desire for her diminished slightly to make room for the sudden anger that ripped through him. Brake fluid? Did she realize what that did to the car? Stripped the paint and corroded the metal frame? Of course she realizes. That’s why she did it, dumb shit.
He kept his voice deliberately calm as he asked, “You put brake fluid on my truck?”
She nodded and bit her lip. “I didn’t think it was your truck when I was doing it.”
“Yeah, I got that part. What did you do? Take the towel and wipe it over the door?” The door could be replaced. She’d pay for it, and God knows how long it’d take, but a door was fixable.
“Umm, not exactly.” She took a deep breath and mumbled something about crabs.
“I said that I wrote I have crabs on the side of your truck!” She lowered her gaze. “You caught me before I could finish the other side.”
His mouth opened but no words came out. There was a rushing in his ears. The truck was two months old. And she’d just destroyed it. Destroyed it by writing the words I have crabs on the side.
“I promise I can have it fixed, um…what’s your name?”
“Now you want to know my name? Right after you defiled my damn truck?”
She squirmed again, pulling her leg up and twisting their bodies until he slid down her body a little. Was she trying to flee again? Get away without being held accountable for her actions? No way was she leaving without him getting her number. But this time he wasn’t so much interested in a date, as making sure she fixed his truck.
He adjusted his body so he could slide a knee between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as he transferred both her wrists to one hand. Her eyes widened.
“There’s no reason we can’t handle this like friends, right?”
“Friends? How can we be friends? You’ve never even given me your name and now you’ve trashed my truck.” He laughed, but not because he was amused. “Right now I can’t decide whether to convince you to come home with me, or have you arrested.”
“Arrested? No. Don’t do that. Please don’t do that.” She squirmed under him, causing his knee to slide higher up between her legs and connect with her silky panties.
She inhaled sharply, froze, and closed her eyes. His blood pounded harder at the feel of moisture against his knee. He went rock hard and the breath hissed out from between his teeth. She wanted him. She could play the not interested card all she wanted at The Lounge, but when it came down to it, she wanted him.
How many times had she refused to even give him her name? Had she stared hard at him across the jazz club while surrounded by her posse of friends?
How many times had he gone to bed with some other woman while it was her face he saw behind closed eyes?
“Were you serious about wanting me to go home with you?” Her words were husky.
“Was I serious?” What was she getting at? He eased some of the weight off his arms, dipping his body closer to let her feel the evidence of his erection against her stomach. “What do you think?”
Her mouth parted into an “O” and her eyes became hazy with desire. “I think…I think you would take me in this field if I let you.”
His cock pressed hard against his jeans and the imagery of her words ran through his head. “You’re right, I would.”
She closed her eyes, her breasts rising and falling with each of her trembling breaths. What was going on in that head of hers?
“What if I said I’d spend a weekend with you? Let us get this—whatever it is between us—out of our system. Would you agree to keep this between us? This whole truck incident?”
Time seemed to slow down as her words echoed in his head. Did she realize what she was offering? He was so close, so close to having her. To finally being able to touch her, taste her.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her floral perfume while running his gaze over her body. She was dressed in a short skirt, tank top, and fuck-me-every-which-way heels.
She’d obviously been dressed to go out.
“You’d spend the weekend with me?” He moved his hand down towards the curve of her breast, holding her gaze to see if she’d freak out. She didn’t protest, but gave a soft moan and arched her back to push her breast fully into his hand.
“Mmm…maybe.” Her eyes drifted shut.
Her breast was soft and full under his palm, and he squeezed the flesh, enjoying her surprised gasp. She was finally willing to explore what he’d always known was there, and he couldn’t let her turn back now.
Mason slid his fingers down to catch one hard nipple through her tank top and she moaned. “Okay. You spend one weekend with me, play by my rules, and I’ll keep this truck-trashing incident between us.”
The whole idea of it loaded him down with guilt. Shouldn’t he be feeling sleazy? Although she’d been the one to bring it up in the first place, the same thoughts had been running through his head. But would she agree to the terms he’d added? Playing by his rules meant giving over all control.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze through lowered lashes as her tongue swept over pert lips again. He bit back another groan.
“But I don’t date military men.”
His smile was slow. She hadn’t said no, she’d come up with a flimsy excuse. One he was more than willing to shoot down.
“I’m not asking you to date me. I’m asking you to go to bed with me.”
He held his breath, waiting for her to respond. Please say yes. Give me this chance. The silence stretched for what seemed like minutes.
“Okay.” She nodded and then locked her gaze on his again. “For the rest of the weekend, I’m all yours.”
She’d surprised him. Even in the darkness Abby could sense it. Had it been so wrong to have brought up the idea? She hadn’t brought it up because he’d threatened to call the police—somehow she had the feeling he wouldn’t have. She’d suggested the option because, for over a month now, she’d been fantasizing about what it would be like to get to know this man, both in and out of the bedroom.
The bedroom fantasy part had gone wild. Imagining what it would be like to have his large, muscular body pinning hers to the bed. To have his cock pounding into her while she kissed his full, sensual lips. And now she could almost justify getting to know him by making this deal. She could tell herself she really didn’t have a choice.
Because she couldn’t get serious about him. Not really. It was against one of the rigid rules she’d created for herself years ago—no dating military men. There was too much pain there, too much history. And, up until last month, she’d never been tempted by any of them. But he’d changed all that.
Until a few minutes ago, she hadn’t realized one important thing. Although she couldn’t get involved with him, she could go to bed with him. Have a casual little fling.
Maybe she just needed to do that and get him out of her system.
“So, about taking you in the field…” He climbed off her.
Her eyes widened. He was taking her up on that part?
“Oh, I didn’t literally mean…”
Her voice trailed off as he pulled off his shirt, exposing broad shoulders, defined muscles, and his gorgeous brown skin. She bit back a sigh as the muscles in her sex clenched, already prepared for his cock to fill her.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing.”
“Good.” He gave a husky laugh and lay down, covering her body slightly while bracing himself above her with his arms. His biceps were huge, bulging next to her head, and she moaned. Lord, this man was hot.
“I don’t suppose you’re on birth control?” His breath was hot on her neck—the smell of his spicy cologne invaded her senses.
She nodded, her body trembling as his rough hands found the bare flesh of her thighs. He moved his hands upward, pushing the fabric of her khaki skirt up around her waist.
“Oh, you just made my day. Look, I know I’m clean. Have you been tes—”
“I’m clean as well. Just completed my physical last month.” She couldn’t resist wrapping her fingers around his biceps and testing their firmness. They were like rocks—they didn’t give in the slightest.
“Take off your panties.”
She hesitated for a moment. Was she absolutely sure about this? They were in public. Sure there weren’t any lights nearby, but if someone came strolling through the field…
“My rules, baby. You agreed.”
She swallowed hard and lifted her ass off the ground, reaching for the strings on each side of her hips. Her efforts must not have been fast enough, because he pushed her hands away and tore the silk panties off her body.
The cool night air tickled her exposed flesh, made her more aware of how wet and aroused she was.
His hand cupped her swollen pussy. “Nice. You like to shave?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heart beating frantically in her chest.
“Soft and smooth, just how I imagined you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Had he? His palm squeezed her flesh almost possessively, and she trembled at the contact. Pleasure coursed through her body and made her weak.
Her mind brought up another image. The image of him at The Lounge, watching her, mentally removing her clothes. His gaze had been full of promises. Promises she’d never taken him up on. Until now.
He slid one long finger inside her and the breath locked in her throat and her inner muscles tightened in response. God, that felt good.
“You’re all slick and wet for me. And hot. So damn hot.” He added a second finger. “Why don’t you tell me your name, baby.”
She closed her eyes. Names complicated things. Anonymity would be so much better, wouldn’t it? “My name? Maybe we shouldn’t—”
He flicked his thumb over her clit, making her body jerk in response. Wetness flooded between her legs as her body warmed with pleasure.
“Baby, I’ve been asking for your name for a month now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” He stroked her clit again and she gasped.
“Abby. My name’s Abby.”
“Good girl, Abby.” His thumb moved slowly against the swollen bud of nerves.
“Oh…ah…aren’t you going to tell me yours?”
“I don’t think so. I’m asking the questions right now, Abby.”
She frowned, irritation pricking through the pleasure. Why shouldn’t he tell her? She’d just given him hers.
“Well, I’m…” Oooh, that felt so good. “Not sure that’s really fair—” He pressed on her clit again, and her thoughts scattered as an orgasm blindsided her.
She cried out as her body trembled and her nipples tightened. Riding the waves of pleasure as he pulled his fingers out of her and then thrust them back in. He lowered his head, sucking her nipple through her shirt and bra while he fucked her with his fingers.
Her hips lifted and fell in rhythm with his hand, and the warm tingling started to build again.
“Please.” She grabbed his wrist.
“What do you want? This?” He covered her mouth with his full lips, slipping his tongue inside for a hard kiss.
She opened her mouth, giving him total access and meeting his tongue with her own, tasting the faintest hint of coffee.
Her tongue sparred with his as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb.
He lifted his mouth just a fraction. “Or maybe you want this?” She heard his zipper slide down and her heart beat so loudly she was sure he could hear it. He grabbed her hand and placed it inside his jeans.
She curled her fingers around the thick length of his cock straining against his briefs. “Tell me what you want, Abby.”
His thick erection pulsed under her fingers, and suddenly it was all she could think about. Him inside her.
“This. I want this.” She slipped her hand under his briefs until she could wrap her hand around his cock. She stroked her thumb over the head and her eyes widened. The tip was huge, the rest of him felt thick, hot, and hard. “I want you.”
“Enough.” He drew in a ragged breath and pulled away. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and then his briefs followed.
When he returned, he grabbed her knees and urged them up towards her hips, holding them there as he settled his body between her thighs.
“An entire month, Abby.” She could feel the thick head of his cock probing into the folds of her pussy. “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t give up on a woman after a month of rejection. You have a lot to make up for.”
He flexed his hips, thrusting his cock inside her.
“Oh!” She pushed at his shoulders as her body struggled to accept him. God, he was big.
His eyes closed and a visible shudder ran down his body. She moaned as he sank deeper into her.
“Christ, you’re tight.” He slowed his movements, giving her a moment to adjust. He lowered one of her legs and reached between them to rub her clit.
She gasped and closed her eyes. “Oh…”
He kept rubbing her until her muscles began to relax around his cock.
“There you go, baby.”
Abby let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her body no longer fought him, but stretched and accepted his thick length. The discomfort faded, and tingles of pleasure swept through her body.
“Oh yes.” She nodded and ran a hand over her breast, flicking over the already hardened nipple. “Please, continue.”
He laughed—a low, sexy growl that made her even wetter. He pushed her other knee up to her chest again, and withdrew his cock just a bit before plunging back inside her.
“Shit, you feel good.” He started moving faster, the sound of his sac hitting her ass drowned out the crickets in the field around them. “You like me fucking your sweet pussy, Abby?”
“Yes,” she cried, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
She loved it. The dirty, raunchy talk no man had ever dared to use with her. Being fucked fully dressed with just her skirt up around her waist, in a field where anyone could stumble upon them. It was exciting, it was spontaneous, it was hot as all hell.
“This pretty pink pussy is mine for the weekend.” He thrust into her harder, faster. “Whose pussy is it, Abby?”
“Mmm…” The amazing sensations began to spiral upward. Her muscles tightened around him as the tension built again.
“Answer me.” He slammed into her harder. “Whose is it?”
“Yours, it’s yours.” She gripped handfuls of grass, ripping it from the ground as her body jerked from his thrusts.
His hips slammed between her thighs, his cock wedging against her cervix. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
He came warm and thick inside her and she gasped, falling over the edge again. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids as her muscles clenched around his cock, milking him of every last drop.
He released her legs and fell forward on top of her. He bit her nipple hard through her shirt, and then sucked it to ease the sting of pleasure.
Her heart pounded, and all her senses came into focus again. The lights in the distance, the delicious weight of his body on hers, the soft grass beneath her thighs.
What had just happened? That was the equivalent to getting hit by a truck in the sex department.
“Abby…” He groaned and nuzzled his face between her breasts.
She closed her eyes and sighed as her body tingled. Had he felt it, too? Was she the only one who’d experienced the insanely great sex?
“Was I…” She attempted a steadying breath, needing to know if they were on the same level. “Was I worth the wait?”
He laughed, sending vibrations through her breast.
“Hell, yeah, you were.” He rolled off her and stood, reaching a hand down towards her. “Mason.”
She blinked and placed her hand into his. “What?”
“That’s my name. Come on, we’re going back to my place.”
Her hand felt tiny in his, Mason noticed as he tugged her along behind him. She followed without speaking, and her fingers curled around his.
The sex in the field had unnerved him. That was, hands down, the most intense sex he’d ever had. It went beyond what he’d originally thought would be a casual fuck. He wanted to find out what made her tick, inside and outside the bedroom. There was so much more he wanted to know, besides just her name. Abby.
“Is Abby short for Abigail?”
“Yes, but I prefer Abby.”
One more thing he knew about her. His lips curled into a slight smile. And by the end of the weekend he’d know a hell of a lot more about the voluptuous blonde. The idea that he finally had her, would be able to learn everything that made her tick, sent pleasure throughout his body. An entire month of her saying no. And now she was here because she’d screwed up a prank. Although, he sensed they both knew she’d wanted to, with or without the bargain.
They crossed back into the parking lot of the apartment complex and he led them to his truck.
“Wait, I thought we were going to your place?”
“We are.” He unlocked her door. “I don’t live here. I was just bringing in the mail for a friend who’s on TDY.”
“He’s on temporary duty in Germany.”
“Oh.” Her mouth parted before she dragged her lip between her teeth. “So, how far away do you live?”
Damn she was beautiful. Even though he’d just taken her in the grass, his body stirred to life again. He smiled and backed her up against the side of the truck until her curves were pressed between him and the door.
“Not too far.” He dropped a hard kiss on her mouth, and then jerked open her door.
“Still think you can handle an entire weekend with me?”
Her shoulders relaxed and she laughed, her eyelashes lowering. “I can handle you.”
Could she? She had no idea all the ideas running through his head. His smile widened in amusement. “Let’s see if you still say that come Sunday, Abby.”
“Ooo, I do love a challenge.” She climbed into the truck, her bare ass peeking out from beneath her skirt for a second.
He reached up to give it a firm slap and was rewarded with her yelp of surprise.
Oh, yeah, he was going to make up for all those times she’d turned him down. And she was going to love every minute of it.
She was quiet on the drive to his house, and he had to glance over to make sure she wasn’t asleep. Her hands were folded in her lap as she stared out the window.
“You regretting this?”
She glanced over at him and shook her head. “Not at all. I just feel really bad about your truck.”
He blinked. Hell, the whole truck thing had slipped his mind after that time together in the field. “Yeah, I forgot about that part.”
“I didn’t, and I really am sorry, Mason.”
“Mmm. We should probably figure out some kind of…arrangement.” The kinky side of his brain was already imagining the ways she could repay him.
“Oh, that won’t be a problem. My twin owns an auto shop. I’ll have him do the work and he’ll cut me a deal.”
The vision of a lifetime supply of blowjobs disappeared into a jolt of reality. Shit. A guy could dream. And she had a twin? Interesting.
“So, you learn the brake fluid on the paint trick from him?”
“Sure did. I never had the nerve to try it before, though. Boy, did I choose the wrong time to start.”
“I don’t know. Worked out good for me,” he teased.
She giggled and nudged him in the side.
He grinned, feeling like a kid on a first date while he pulled into his driveway. He jumped down from the truck, going around the vehicle to open her door and help her down.
His nerves kicked in a bit, and he wiped his hands on his jeans. She was actually here with him, about to walk into his house. What would she think of it?
He nudged her in front of him. “Let’s go inside, baby.”
She walked towards the front door, the clicking of her heels on the pavement combined with the swinging of her ass made his cock hard again. Shit, at this rate she’d be lucky if they made it inside the house.
He shoved his key into the lock and opened the door. She stepped in first, glancing around.
“Do you live here alone?” She walked around the living room, looking at everything on his shelves and then glancing in the kitchen. “You have a nice house. I love the way you’ve decorated it.”
A smile curved his mouth, pleasure warming him at her compliment. Although, he had no idea why he should care what she thought when this was only supposed to be a weekend thing.
It had to be a weekend thing. If it went beyond that he’d be more at risk of falling for her, and the last thing he wanted was to get into another relationship. He was done with that. Some women thought it was sexy to be dating a big tough man in the Army, but couldn’t handle it for shit when that same man got sent away for months on end.
Relax, she said she doesn’t date military men anyway.
“Yeah, I live here by myself.” Setting his keys on the table, he walked past her into the kitchen. “Can I get you anything? A beer? Wine? Are you hungry?”