Hidden Angel Page 7

  After Joey’s last pass, he pulled up next to Anya and revved the Viper’s engine. Grinning like a ten-million-dollar lottery winner, he said, “Want to race?”

  She revved the Ferrari’s engine and smiled in response. After letting Duncan know what was going on, Joey and Anya pulled their cars up to the starting point while Duncan stood on the cement divider and raised his hands getting ready to signal them to go.

  Two hand thrusts out and one down. Both cars shot down the lanes. Joey took the lead, but soon Anya was running even with him. He changed gears and sped up, taking the lead again. She changed gears herself and smiled as she passed him up. All too soon, he shot passed her. She changed gears and tried to pass him but couldn’t. She knew he was going to be pissed the second he crossed the finish line a car link ahead of her.

  As soon as they pulled back up to the start lanes, Joey got out and threw his cap down. “Damn it. Anya, drive that slow-ass piece of eye-candy around to the pit so I can turn it into the fast running piece of art that it’s supposed to be.” That said, he got in the Viper and drove it another pass down the strip to blow off some steam.

  Duncan looked confused. “Why is he mad when he won?”

  “Because he wasn’t supposed to win.” Anya thought it was cute that Duncan didn’t know much about cars.

  At Duncan’s continued bewildered state, she added, “The Viper’s top speed is 180 mph, and the Ferrari’s is 202 mph. I should have whipped him.”

  “Oh!”

  Anya and Duncan drove around to the pit, and a second later, Joey pulled in as well and quickly exited the car.

  “Anya, I need you to go pick me up some new spark-plugs and a fuel injector while I reprogram the car’s computer,” Joey said as he raised the hood.

  Upon returning with the parts, Anya and Duncan timed the Viper and the Shelby while Joey worked on the Ferrari. Anya knew Joey didn’t like it much, but he knew she could handle the Viper and that they needed the work done.

  * * * *

  Two hours later, Joey pulled the Ferrari up to the start line and made a few passes down the lane. With a satisfied smile, he approached Anya. “Want to see if you can beat my ass this time?”

  “Bring it on.”

  Not wanting Anya in the tricky to drive Viper, he headed toward it and let her drive the Ferrari again.

  This time, they used the track’s light system to signal the start of the race because Duncan had insisted on riding with Anya. From the look on his face, she guessed it was a protective lover thing.

  Green flashed brightly, and both cars jumped across the start line. Within 3.7 seconds, she took the lead. Duncan watched her as she kicked in the clutch and changed the gears. Looking into the rearview mirror, he saw Joey cross the finish line a good car link behind them.

  Bringing the cars to a stop at the end of the track, Joey grabbed up Anya the second she was out of the car and swung her around. “We did it. These three cars are ready to go to auction. One more to go and we’ll be done.” Glancing at his watch, he said, “Let’s go. I have to pick up Michelle. We’re going out tonight.” Ready to leave, they all headed to their cars and went home.

  Once all the cars were parked in the garage, Joey hurried away to get ready for his date.

  Walking up to her, Duncan cradled her face in his hands and bent to brush his lips back and forth across hers. She moaned and leaned into him. His lips always kindled a raging fire deep in her core. Only his touch could dampen the fire. Without a word, he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

  * * * *

  The Lamborghini Diablo lived up to its bullish name.

  The motor was broken in the driver’s side headlamp, and it took Joey a week to locate one that could be ordered. Wiring had to be replaced because of a previous owner’s botched attempt at fixing it. Everything seemed to be holding them back. Even the spark plugs had to be ordered.

  While applying the sunshine-yellow paint, Anya was startled by a guest honking a horn and had to sand the paint off the passenger side then reapply it. She’d almost blown a gasket when that had happened because it had already taken her seven weeks to get the body in shape enough to paint. Duncan had been great, always ready to lend a hand when needed. She smiled as she remembered him helping her sand the Diablo down after the honking incident. Sweat had poured off him, but he hadn’t complained at all. In fact, he seemed to have been having a good time. That endeared him to her even more.

  The last thing needing to be done to the Diablo was to have the $10,500 Breguet clock repaired. This task turned out to be harder than expected. The only company who could do the job within a week was in Treviso, Italy.

  Duncan wanted it fixed, so it would be. Joey took the clock out of the car and boxed it up. To Anya’s shock, Duncan had bought them plane tickets and made reservations for them to go to Italy to get the clock fixed and bring it back within a week’s time.

  At the airport, he kissed her hungrily before stepping back to watch her and Joey get on the plane. He’d said he had business to attend to and wouldn’t be able to go. She began missing him the moment he was out of sight.

  Italy was beautiful, but she missed Duncan. Only love could feel like this, heaven and hell all rolled up in a crazy passion filled fiery ball that brought pleasure and pain to her heart. All she wanted to do was get back to Duncan, fuck him into a daze, and demand he stay with her forever. Insane. She had to be insane, and she was sure Joey would agree. Italy looked bleaker by the second.

  Joey made her have fun. After dropping the clock off, they went to the hotel to rest for the remainder of that day. But for the other five days, they were busy sightseeing. She loved the botanical gardens, and Joey had loved going to Monigo stadium to watch a rugby game. They drank more wine that week than they had ever drank in their entire lives. Through it all, she could only think about how much she missed Duncan. The love bug that bit her must have had a piranha somewhere in its lineage.

  The clock was ready on Friday as promised. That night, they packed and crashed early so they could catch their morning flight out.

  Duncan was away when they returned. Alfred said something very important had come up just an hour before and that Duncan probably wouldn’t be back for a couple of weeks.

  Anya wanted to cry. Time was flying, the job was almost done, and he wasn’t here when they returned. Maybe she had missed him more than he had missed her. He had called every night and sounded miserable without her. Could he have lied about missing her? This wake-up call was probably for the best. Soon she would be gone. They would both move on. Agony pierced her heart. She didn’t want to move on.

  After calling their papa, Joey found out that he was in the hospital with a badly broken arm. They jumped in their truck and drove back to their hometown to see him. It was bad. Anya decided to stay and keep the shop running while Joey went back to Duncan’s to finish the Diablo.

  Two weeks flew by. Papa was still in pain, but doing much better. Anya talked to Duncan every night, and he seemed to miss her. She couldn’t wait to see him again. She needed his touch so badly. She walked around with wet panties most of the time as her mind replayed all the things he did to her in bed. If he hadn’t been away looking into some missing people for his mom, he would have been here with her. She made a mental note to find out more about his ability to find people. What kind of search was it? Who were these missing people?

  Tomorrow she and Joey would go and stay the night at Duncan’s house so they could get an early start moving the cars to the auction site the next morning. He was supposed to be there by the time they got back. The mere thought of being back in Duncan’s arms sent sparks shooting through her veins. She knew she shouldn’t love him, but dang it, she did.

  It was painfully clear to Anya that she was terrible at sexual relationships. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on by Cupid’s evil twin. Soon they’d be done with this job, and she’d be foolishly taking a broken heart home.

 
Chapter Nine

  Duncan pounced on her the second they pulled into his driveway. Opening her door, he helped her out of the truck then swooped her up into his arms and carried her to his house and straight to his bedroom. Damn, he’d missed her. She was a sight for sore eyes.

  Joey had just smiled and shaken his head at the sight of him taking Anya away. Duncan knew he’d talk to Joey later. Right now, he needed his fiery little one. Life without her around hadn’t felt right.

  As Duncan eased her onto the bed, he settled himself between her thighs and whispered in a sultry voice, “I’m never letting you go away again. You belong with me.” His mouth came down on hers in a demanding kiss that left her breathless and trembling.

  She shivered in delight at his words. His hand caressed her neck as he kissed her until she mewled prettily. He could feel her heart beat erratically at his words and kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating. Kissing down to her neck, he lapped at her fast fluttering pulse. Moving slowly, his hands stroked her body, bringing it to a heightened state of arousal. Soft, yet firm flesh intrigued him. She felt so good he could touch and taste her forever. A moan escaped her throat when he started unbuttoning her shirt. He placed a light sucking kiss on her quivering flesh after each button was undone.

  Once her shirt was totally unbuttoned, he spread it wide and leaned back to gaze at her with such heat he was amazed her skin wasn’t scorched. He couldn’t help the heat he knew he was projecting. She was so beautiful. The look in his eyes had to show he’d love nothing more than to devour her on the spot. He wanted her to know how he felt, so he held nothing back. Sliding his hands across her belly and over her mounds of sweet flesh, he squeezed them gently before opening the clasp of her bra and freeing them from their lacy prison.

  Bending down, he took one rose-colored peak into his mouth and suckled gently. Her hands ran through his soft black hair and pressed his head firmly against her breast. Taking her cue, he suckled harder then nipped at the turgid point with his teeth.

  “You are so beautiful.” His voice grazed her nipple, making her quiver.

  “I’m so glad you are here. I was afraid you wouldn’t be here when we showed up. I missed you.” Her breathy words hitched when he nipped and lapped at her nipples.

  “I would have done anything to be back this time. I hated being gone the last two weeks.” Stroking her body, he relished the feel of her soft flesh.

  “Did you find the people you were looking for?” she asked as she ran her hands across his wide shoulders.

  “No, but we are ready for whoever is involved. All we can do is wait and hope.” He suckled her nipple while his hand moved between her thighs. “Did you miss my touch while we were parted?”

  “You know I did. Now, get busy touching me. You have a lot of time to make up for.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” Kissing his way to her bellybutton, he dipped his tongue in and swirled it around. Groaning, he pinned her hips to the bed and licked his way to her hip bone then placed little kisses on it.

  Desperation made her beg, “Please, Duncan, take me now. It’s been too long.”

  “In a minute, my little nymph. Let me play for a minute. I’ve missed you.” He wanted her burning up before he took her. A sopping wet pussy sounded good to him, and he knew just how to get hers dripping.

  His raspy voice brought a pulsing ache between her thighs. Not wanting to play, she commanded, “Pants off, now.”

  Husky laughter filled the room as he got off the bed and started to strip down. Gods, how he’d missed her. She shed her shoes, pants, and undies in record time. When he stripped off his shirt, she stared in awe at his muscular chest. Pride filled him. Because of her embarrassment over something on her back, she never let them take off their shirts. Now, she saw plainly what her hands had been caressing for the last few months, and she might as well get used to it from now on. They were going to bed totally naked.

  “Did you think about me while you were in Italy?” He knew she did, but he wanted to slow her down a bit.

  “You know I did. Did you miss me?” Hope was strong in her tone.

  “You were all I could think about. Your laugh, your smile, your tight little pussy. I went to bed hard and aching for you every night.”

  “I’m glad because I walked around with wet panties all the time. My every thought was about you.” Her eyes strayed to his chest and stayed there.

  Wanting to feel his bare chest against hers, Duncan approached her and guided her back onto the bed. “I see you like the view.”

  She was so enthralled by the sight of him she didn’t pay attention as he slid her shirt and bra off. Good. He didn’t mind her feisty side, but he didn’t want to see it right now.

  Eager to feel her totally naked body beneath his, he positioned his body between her wide splayed thighs and pressed his body into hers. A groan rumbled in his throat when skin met skin. Distended nipples pressed into his chest. Gathering her up in his solid arms, he shuddered as his firm skin meshed with her velvety smooth skin.

  “You feel so good. Your skin is so soft,” he murmured into her ear.

  Running her hands over his back, she seemed to marvel at the firmness of his muscles. He gloried in her touch as she slid her palms over his body from shoulders to ass. “I like you doing that.”

  Pressing her breasts into his chest, she licked his shoulder. “Mmmm, you taste good.”

  Licking and nipping at his shoulder, throat, and ear, she moved her hands around to his chest and ran her hands across his chest. Stopping at his nipples, she lightly pinched them. A raw moan was forced out of him when she tweaked his nipples and sucked hard on his neck. He liked it when she got a little rough.

  His dick jerked, making him aware of where it was. Wet heat encompassed it as she moved her hips, rubbing her dripping slit up and down his hard length. Her voice was rough with lust. “Fuck me now, Duncan. I can’t wait…please.”

  Her cries rang through the room the second he ensconced his cock to the hilt within her hungry heated core. “Ahh—faster—harder.”

  Her dark eyes glazed over when he leaned back and placed her legs over his shoulders. One hand gripped her hip tightly while the other went to her exposed bud and plucked it while he pistoned his thick cock quickly in and out of her. The tip of his cock was in heaven. Her tight walls caressed and sucked at the rounded head as it tunneled deeply into her dripping heat.

  Needing it to last, he changed the tempo and slowly thrust in and out of her naturally lubed love engine. The silky glove of her hot body fisting his cock was the most rapturous feeling in the world. The quivering of her body let him know she was close.

  Not wanting her to come yet, he moved both hands to her rounded ass and caressed it while he pulled out slowly then eased back into her wet body. “You’re so lovely, so hot.” Holding still, he leaned in and kissed her full lips in a long, languid mating of their mouths. His tongue lapped at and tenderly worshiped her mouth. Cotton candy wasn’t as sweet as her.

  Needing more, she started moving her hips, grinding her body into his. “Please, Duncan.”

  Her begging was more than he could take. It had been too long since he’d devoured her delicate body. Thrusting his cock deeply into her depths, he drove his pulsating member into her dripping cunt until a fine sheen of sweat seeped from every pore of his hardworking body.

  She purred like a smooth running race car as he continued to rock her world. Sliding her legs down his arms, she opened them wider for him. Her eyes appeared even more dazed when he applied pressure to her swollen clit and rammed his body deep into her yielding warmth. Tight and wet, that’s what her pussy was. He watched his cock glide in and out, in and out of her wet warmth. His cock glistened with her juices. The sight of his dick disappearing repeatedly into her hidden pleasure passage was his undoing.

  “You are so hot, baby. I’m about to explode.” His words were passion roughened.

  Needing her to come, he added more pressure to her clitoris and w
atched as his actions pushed her over the edge, and she screamed out his name as she shuddered in ecstasy. “Fucking awesome.”

  His own climax came quickly as her tight vaginal muscles squeezed his cock, sending him spiraling up to heaven. Stars swirled around him, and he groaned as his world flew apart.

  They both floated back to reality in an unhurriedly, blissful fashion. The past weeks of separation had taken a toll on both of them. His arms cradled her naked body to his as they both drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Duncan had just awakened and smiled to himself as he realized Anya was cuddled to him. He loved her. The knowledge didn’t scare him at all. She felt right, and he didn’t plan on letting her go. Job or no job, she belonged with him.

  He glanced at the clock and noticed it was about to go off. Not moving, he took a deep breath and inhaled Anya’s scent. Contentment surrounded him, dragging her deeper into his heart.

  * * * *

  Music flooded the room, bringing her awake to the steady beat of one of her favorite songs. It took her a moment to realize the source was Duncan’s alarm clock. He grinned as he watched her.

  She groaned and snuggled closer to him, not ready to leave the warmth of his body. “Don’t want to get up.”

  Her mumbled words bought another smile to his face. His arms wrapped around her and squeezed gently for a moment then he kissed the top of her head and told her he’d go get some coffee going. She buried her head under the covers and drifted back to sleep for a minute.

  The smell of coffee eased her out of sleep. Pushing the covers aside, she found Duncan facing her with a grin. “Still not a morning person, I see.” Pointing to a tray, he said, “I brought you some coffee and sugar to get you going. I’m going to get dressed.” He was standing there in nothing but boxer-briefs. Her dark-chocolate eyes watched him turn toward the closet.

  Air gushed passed her lips at the sight of his back.