Chapter Four
“Kelsey, oh thank God,” Rayna said as she dusted the newly cleaned living room and held the O’Keefes’ phone between her shoulder and her ear. “Antonio messed with my accounts. Can you please look and see what he did?”
Her friend Kelsey worked at Vangaard Federal where Rayna had her accounts. Rayna’s ex, Antonio, was employed there as well, though at a higher level. Now, Kelsey babbled in Rayna’s ear about everything that had happened since Rayna had left town while Rayna finished dusting and moved into the dining room. When she could fit in a word, Rayna brought her friend up to speed on what was happening—minus the sex.
Through an open door, she could see Jamie working on a computer in the small office beside the kitchen. She had no idea what he was working on. It wasn’t garage paperwork. He’s explained earlier that he went over to the shop and worked on the books a few times a week.
He looked up and smiled, creating a flutter in her belly. They’d made love again after the first time and hadn’t gotten out of bed until nearly noon.
It wasn’t until afterward that Rayna had realized they hadn’t used a condom. She’d been so caught up with him that she hadn’t considered it. At the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to be all that concerned over the oversight. Jamie assure her he was disease-free and it wasn’t her fertile time of month—not that that was foolproof. She’d deal with that later if need be. Right now, all her muddled brain kept circling to was her next time with him.
“Oh, I see what he did,” Kelsey finally said. “He blocked access to your account by marking your cards stolen. I don’t have the access to fix it. I can report the misinformation, but that will leave you without funds for days still. I can also issue you new cards and have them delivered to you.”
“That’s fine. As long as I have them in a few days…”
“He’s been by every day, you know. Fishing for information. I won’t tell him anything. Don’t worry.”
Anger knotted the muscles across her shoulders, and she tossed her dust rag on the dining room table.“It doesn’t matter what he knows. I’m not going back to him. You’d think after eight months he’d get the hint.”
She heard Kelsey sigh on the other end of the line. “I still think he’s dangerous. I’m going to bury your contact information so he doesn’t find it until you’re out of there.”
Rayna doubted that would work, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t know how the Vangaard computer records worked. After finishing with her friend, she hung up then carefully set the phone on the table though the ire tearing through her demanded a good slam. Seething, she stared at the far wall.
How dare that man? How dare he! Trying to control her life, trying to manipulate her into doing exactly what he wanted. He’d seemed so nice when they’d first dated and even until when they’d first gotten engaged. Then he’d changed. She didn’t doubt he’d try to track her down, that he’d manhandle her again. And what then? He’d start smacking her around once more? She hadn’t taken it before. She wouldn’t take it now. But the thought of facing him—
“I’m going for a walk,” she said. “I need to stop at the store and get some butter.”
“Rayna,” Jamie called, concern lacing his tone. She heard his chair roll back as he got up, but she was already out the door.
Last night’s rain had tapered to a misty drizzle that clung to her hair as she hurried down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. Leena’s store wasn’t far enough for Rayna to vent her anger, she decided as she jammed her hands into her pockets. Perhaps she’d walked to the edge of town and circle back.
“Rayna!” Jamie called again, and she heard his slightly unsteady gait as he came down the steps. She turned as he approached.
“I need to walk,” she said.
Nodding, he settled a large jacket around her shoulders. His, she decided as his masculine scent rose from the fabric. He flicked open an umbrella to cover them. “I’ll walk with you.”
“You don’t understand…” she murmured, turning into him and resting her forehead against his chest.
His arms came around her. “I understand that someone’s hurt you, and you’re pissed. I heard you say you weren’t going back to him. Are you…married?”
“No, thank heavens. We were engaged when he started showing his true colors. I broke it off, but he’s been stalking me and occasionally getting violent. After the last time, the cops tossed him in jail for the night, and I took off. And right now, I’m ticked off that he had the balls to get my cell phone shut off and mess with my bank account.”
She felt rather than heard his growl as his arms grew hard around her. She looked into his stony countenance. His jaw locked, and he appeared as if he wanted to say something. Instead, his free hand took hers.
Slowly, they made their way toward Leena’s. Neither spoke, their silence a balm to her overwrought nerves. At the store, he kissed her tenderly.
“He’s not going to touch you while you’re here,” Jamie promised.
She nodded, desperately hoping Antonio wouldn’t try to follow her. She didn’t want Jamie fighting him. And she had no doubt Jamie would.
“I’ll be on my way to Oregon before he figures out where I am,” she said.
Again, Jamie’s lips pressed together as if he wanted to say something. She was quickly getting the feeling he held in comments when he disagreed or had something unpopular to say.
“Jamie…what—”
“I’ll be over at the garage,” he interrupted. “Come over when you’re done here.” He grinned then gave her a quick kiss and headed across the street, leaving her with the umbrella. Perplexed, she watched him go. His solid form, only amplified by his limp, endeared her and screamed how strong he was. For an instant, she wished she wouldn’t be leaving here so soon, that she could stay and peel away all the layers that comprised Jamie O’Keefe, enigma.
Leena opened the door behind her. “Get in here out of the rain, you. And what have you done to Jamie O’Keefe? I haven’t seen that man smile in three years. In fact, I’ve barely seen him in three years. He either stays at home or huddles inside his hoodie. I swear sometimes it’s as if he believes he’s Quasimodo. People around here won’t love him less for a few scars.”
Rayna shrugged with a self-conscious smile and closed the umbrella. It was more than a few scars, but they didn’t matter to her. “He’s a nice guy. I like him.”
The other woman led her to the counter. “I think you more than like him,” she laughed. “Coffee? I can do the fancy stuff like Starbucks. It was one of my conditions for moving here—not that not getting the equipment would have been a deal breaker, but don’t tell my guys.”
“My lips are sealed,” Rayna laughed, glancing at the syrup rack behind the counter. “I’d love a peppermint mocha.”
“Coming right up. You sit yourself down right there, and we’ll talk about Daly.”
For the next twenty minutes, Leena chatted about the people of Daly, the lopsided population and ménage. It was matter-of-fact and not at all gossipy. Just factual. While Rayna digested information about a lifestyle she’d never imagined, Leena collected the butter Rayna had come in for then added it to a grocery bag along with a boxed-up, homemade pie—a welcome to Daly gift. The rest, she insisted, was “on the boys’ account.”
Leena was a whirlwind, Rayna decided as she crossed the street. Smiling, she entered the reception area of the garage. David and Sean were working together in the service area while Patrick was stocking a rack of key chains. Jamie leaned against the counter reading a magazine.
He looked up and smiled as the bell over the door announced her arrival. His hair and clothes were still slightly damp from the rain yet he was absolutely stunning. How could this man have spent so much time hiding away from people?
“Hey, baby,” Patrick said, leaving the rack and heading for her. His hands fell on her waist. He pulled her toward him. “I didn’t think we’d see you until tonight.”
He leaned forward to kiss her, and Rayna suddenly had a hand over her mouth.
“Mine,” Jamie rasped.
Patrick straightened in surprise. A slow grin curved his lips while speculation filled his eyes. “Yours?”
“No one kisses her but me. Right, sweetness?”
She nodded, her whole body going soft at his possessive tone. Her tummy fluttered as she got wet just being near him.
“And sex?” Patrick asked.
“You know I like to share. Sometimes,” Jamie replied. He pressed up behind her, and his hand dropped from her mouth. His palm trailed to her breast. Long fingers found her nipple through her clothes and rolled the sensitive tip. She moaned, squirming at the tremors spiraling down to her folds.
Patrick grasped her ass, lifting her, then ground his groin into hers. Rayna wrapped her legs around him.
“I think it’s time for our lunch break,” he muttered into her neck. He carried her into the work area while Jamie locked the front door then followed. Seeing Rayna, Sean and David each closed the bay doors.
The scent of the garage, never all too arousing before, now spiked her excitement to a higher level. Perhaps it was the unusual venue for sex. With four men. Rayna had never felt as wanton as she did around them with their intense gazes boring into her. Every nerve ending seemed to spring to life.
Patrick set her on her feet, and Jamie pulled her to him. He leaned against her car, resting most of his weight on the door and one foot. He drew her to straddle his leg as he took the lips he’d claimed as his own.
“Her mouth is Jamie’s,” she heard Patrick say. “The rest of her is ours for the taking.”
She lifted her mouth from Jamie’s then glanced over her shoulder at Patrick. She raised an eyebrow. “The rest of her is hers,” she corrected. “You may borrow it.”
Turning in Jamie’s arms, she watched the three men shed the protective mechanic’s overalls they’d worn. David and Sean had apparently taken off their shirts earlier because of the humidity of the day. She bit her lip at their wide, sweat-sheened chests. Dropping to her knees, she caught David’s belt loops and pulled him close. She kissed his belly, tasting his salty skin, feeling his heat. Her fingers ripped at the closure of his jeans.
Her mouth covered his cock as soon as he popped free.
“Baby…” he breathed, his fingers sinking into her hair. “Oh, yeah baby. Suck me.”
“She’s so hot,” Sean murmured. From the corner of her eye, she saw his pants open and his hand on his cock. Slowly, he jerked up and down in time with her mouth on David. Her tongue traced every ridge of the width between her lips. He groaned as her teeth raked up his length until she sucked hard on his tip.
A shadow blocked the light and she lifted her gaze to see Sean hungrily kissing his lover. She drew harder, determined to claim his cum. She wanted to taste every bit of this man…then Sean…then Patrick.
She felt Patrick kneel behind her. Trapped between the two bodies, she made small needy sounds and almost screamed her relief when Patrick shoved his hand inside her jeans. His fingers slid easily through her slick folds. Her hips undulated with the spikes of electricity as he rubbed her * with his callused finger.
“Let’s move her over by the tires,” Sean suggested.
Tires? Huh? Her brain was a fog of sensation.
“Good idea,” Jamie said. Okay, whatever Jamie said was fine with her.
David gently pulled from her mouth. His thumb brushed over her damp lip. “I’ll want more of that in a sec, darlin’.”
Yu-huh.
Patrick lifted her and carried her toward the back of the garage. Standing her beside two tires that had been stacked one atop the other, he took off her clothes. Gently, he forced her back to her knees and bent her over the wheels. She moaned as she rested on her arms. Her breasts dangled in the well, swinging freely as Patrick adjusted her. The soft nubs on the new tires brushed her bare thighs.
David knelt in front of her. Eagerly, she took his cock and lapped at the shaft. She flicked at the pre-cum that gathered at the tip. His fingers slipped into the hair at the crown of her head while he began to f*ck her mouth in earnest.
Peripherally, she saw Sean slip behind David. A few moments later, his fingers dug into David’s hips as David leaned slightly forward and rested his arms on the tire walls to either side of Rayna. Patrick moved her back to make room for David to slide in and out of her mouth while Sean f*cked him. David groaned deep in his chest as his lover took him, Sean’s thrusts propelling David along Rayna’s tongue.
A strange fuzzy feeling enveloped her at knowing the pair was letting her in on their relationship. And the two were so hot together, their bodies moving in tandem, it just got her all…hot.
Her cream rushed onto her thighs as her arousal flared out of control. She moaned, in need of filling as her empty passage clenched.
Patrick nudged her thighs wide, making her lean more heavily on the tires. Suddenly, a burst of air pulsed over her folds. She trembled both at the chill and the force of it over her tissues. Another powerful whoosh shot against her *. Sweet lord, he was using the force air pump on her. A loud hissing heralded the air once more. This time was longer as he dragged it along the crease of her ass, the blast licking at her protected skin. She bucked against it. Over and over, he drew the finger of air over her, taunting her flesh, arousing her with the shock of it.
Turning her head slightly—for she couldn’t move much with the cock pistoning into her mouth—she saw Jamie still leaning on the car. His pants were open and he stroked his hand up and down his cock as he watched.
“Trick,” he rasped. “F*ck her.”
Immediately, the air nozzle clattered to the cement ground. Patrick drove deep into her, one hand grasping her thigh, the other flat on the small of her back. And Rayna was lost. A wide cock at either end, someone watching, her body trapped and immobile for all intents. Her p-ssy flooded, gushing around Patrick and trickling onto her legs as she shook. Her vision grew dim as spasm twisted through her.
“I’m coming,” David groaned, warning her a moment before his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed convulsively taking all she could. His forearm muscles bulged as he held himself over her while his lover continued thrusting.
Sean let up for a moment and moved so David leaned over her from the side, still using the tires for support. She watched David’s body move, her own jerking at the same pace as Sean and Patrick found the same rhythm. David kissed her back, nipping at her shoulder blades.
“Jamie…” she gasped. “Please…”
He paused and their eyes met. Slowly, he made his way toward them. Awkwardly, he knelt where David had been. “Don’t laugh if I can’t get up,” he chuckled ruefully.
“Never. Jamie…never.” Her hand snaked forward and hooked into his waistband. She licked up his shaft then took the generous head between her lips, suckling at his salty pre-cum. She hummed her pleasure as she took him further.
Her fingers clenched, and her whole body tightened as Patrick shoved relentlessly into her cunt and drove her toward another release, larger than the last. It roiled, twisting and gaining power like a cyclone ready to rip her apart, to rip away all the things she thought she knew about relationships.
Her lips tightened on Jamie, determined to take him with her when she cascaded into her orgasm.
“Oh God, Rayna,” he gasped, and she let go of her control. His moan sent her over the edge, squeezing Patrick, bucking wildly, clutching David’s cock, taking every bit of Jamie’s cum. For one blinding moment, she flew out of control. Her whole world spun and skyrocketed.
Breathless, she fell to earth. Her body collapsed against the tires; her mind plummeted to the nether regions of consciousness, barely functioning for the pleasure still vibrating through her.
“Damn…” Patrick swore. He, David and Sean all climbed unsteadily to their feet the Patrick went to dispose of his condom while the other two dressed. She moved to sit on the edge of the tires in front of Jamie, her legs on either side of his hips. Languidly, she kissed him.
“My mouth,” he murmured.
“Mmm…” she murmured. Her arm looped behind his neck. “I sure like yours.”
Groaning, she pushed against him. The cotton of his shirt rasped against her nipples and his cock grew hard against her p-ssy. She leaned back and supported herself on her arms, opening herself and presenting everything to him.
“F*ck me,” she begged.
Jamie didn’t wait. Immediately, he slid deep. His shaft was wider than Patrick’s and forced open her tense channel. Her head dropped back as she cried out for him. She couldn’t get enough. And even as pleasure pierced her deep to her core, fear trembled within her. She could f*ck a dozen men, and she’d never be filled until Jamie took her. She’d never be fully complete until Jamie thrust her into her climax. A part of her would always be empty without—
No! How could that be?
Soul mate… her mind whispered as she arched against him, her release taking them both into oblivion once more. Their orgasm dampened the tires and wet her quivering thighs.
Breathing heavily, she stared up into Jamie’s green eyes.
She’d heard of soul mates, always scoffed at it as unreal. Was this her fanciful mind playing with her? Or was it something else? Hadn’t she been instantly and unreasonably attracted to him?
“Okay?” he asked.
“I think so.” She smiled. She couldn’t tell him all the odd thoughts racing through her.
He pulled her upright. Shifting, she stood as Patrick came up beside them. As if it were nothing, he helped Jamie to his feet, smacked him on the back in the way guys did then walked away.
Jamie refused to look at her as he closed his pants. Afterward, he glanced around the garage, stared at the ceiling, rubbed a spot of dirt off the hood of her car.
“Jamie…” she whispered. She moved behind him. Her arms slid around his waist and her cheek pressed to his back. “I said never. I meant it.”
He turned to regard her. One side of his mouth drew back. “Sometimes it’s a kick in the teeth to be reminded that I’m not the man I was.”
“You’re enough man for any woman,” she replied. Her hand trailed along his scarred cheek then her lips feathered over his. “And any woman who doesn’t think so isn’t good enough for you.”