I took a turn around the sizzling hot Hennessey then hunkered down to inspect the dead tire. “You should really take this to Stone’s. It’s their specialty. I can put on the dummy tire and drive it over if you want.”
Lifting to my feet, I realized Shy was way too fucking close in proximity.
Her fresh, beach-swept scent slid over me.
Her silvery eyes shone under a long fan of eyelashes.
And one step closer, her tits would hit my bare chest.
I stepped back, wiping my palms on my shorts.
“But you were always into this kind of thing. You can take care of me, right, Max?” Eyelash flutter and sweet smile.
Shit.
Brodie—bastard barbarian—shoved me forward. “He’ll do it. On the house too. We got just the right tire inside.”
I walked over to the garage side of Chrome and Steele and rapped on the wide door. “Open up.”
My feet pounding on pavement, I struck back to Shy and the Dodge that gave me an instant hard-on.
Because I refused to blame the sudden need to bust-a-nut on my old friend, never flame, the girl next door.
“Drive it in.”
“Why don’t you do the honors?” She tossed me her keys.
I looked at the car. Looked at her. And decided I might never get the chance to drive a Hellcat again.
Shrugging, I eased into the driver’s side then pushed open the passenger door. “Hop in.”
With a smoky laugh, Shy curled in beside me.
I started the car, and the loud purring engine sent another jolt to my dick.
This coupe was goddamn heart-stopping gorgeous.
Come to think of it, so was Shy.
Not going there.
I found my voice somewhere deep down in my chest. “What made you buy this?”
“I like my toys to be hard, fast, and sexy.”
“Toys?” A ragged breath rasped from my throat.
Her hand ran along the dash then fell to the console between us.
“Mmm,” she purred out.
As soon as I parked in the shade of one of the garage bays where Brodie and I took care of the custom work, I hopped out like my ass was on fire.
Something seemed to be.
Not my ass.
Definitely my cock.
Shy slid out more slowly.
I started the hydraulic lift, grabbed a wrench, and said, “Not sure how long this’ll take.”
“I can wait.”
Ugh.
I bet Tail was thinking unf. He hung in the shadows, catching allll the action. No doubt intent on giving the Retribution officers a full debrief on possible flirtation later.
If he started betting about the possibility of Shy and me I was gonna kick his motherfucking ass to Kingdom-Motherfucking-Come-and-Don’t-Come-Back.
Changing a tire took about five minutes when I was in a hurry.
I managed to draw it out.
I popped off the lug nuts with my wrench and laid the flat on the floor.
Brodie rolled me the new tire, and I lifted it into place.
Shy—standing behind me with a full view of my Retribution MC backpiece—made a low noise in her throat.
I never worked without a shirt—grease got everywhere—but Shy’s presence and whatever juju magic she suddenly held over me got inside my head, inside my body, a hard body I wanted her to see.
“So this is like child’s play to you?” She stepped beside me.
With the tire in place, I swabbed a clean cloth across my forehead. “Pretty much.”
“Did I interrupt your work?”
“No. Was just lifting weights out back.”
Turning back to the other nuts I had to spin in place to secure her tire, I was totally aware of Shy checking me out when she said softly, “It shows.”
Every single part of me flexed, clenched, threatened to overload with the dominating fuck yes sex I craved.
Unleash everything building inside me all over Shy.
Somewhere in the background I cottoned onto Brodie threatening Tail with bodily harm if he didn’t clear out of the area before slipping out the side door, too.
The only thing I registered after that was Shy, her sex-on-wheels car, and the two of us. Alone.
Getting back to work, I ignored everything going on in my groin.
Tried to.
She didn’t back off or look away.
Tightening the last nuts, I pressed the button to lower the Hennessey Hellcat.
The hydraulics weren’t the only hiss sounded off in the garage. I sucked in a breath between my teeth when Shy slipped a hand up my arm.
Maybe she just liked the tats, but her fingers continually strayed to my forearms, and I noticed.
I shifted away. “Should check the alignment.”
“Want me to ride along?”
I definitely wanted her to ride something. Goddamn that long berry-colored sundress. It had me wondering if her nipples were the same deep color.
Punching forward, I cranked into the driver’s seat. “I got it.”
The rip-roaring thrill of the Hellcat almost took my mind off this forbidden fruit, this unwanted thing, this un-looked-for attraction pinging desperate need to my gut.
I took the Charger around the block, feeling that same high that always made my spine tingle when I had a tricked-out car in my control.
The thing was a sheer beast.
It impressed me Shy could handle it.
Made me wonder how well she’d handle me.
Revving the motor down, I turned back into the compound, squealing to a stop beside the garage.
Shy was surrounded by men.