Hijacked (2 page)

He’d been watching her too though. She’d caught him several times. And the drinks, he was ordering them without taking so much as a sip from the previous one.

She led him to the back of the storage room. The single bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling put off a dingy glow, enough to cast shadows along the red, bricked walls. “There they are.” She pointed to a small stack of boxes. “They need to go up front.”

“How many?” he asked. His voice was deep and smooth rolling from his full lips.

“Three.” She stepped in between the boxes and his reaching hands, grasping his forearms, immediately noticing the tight muscles under his skin. His body went rigid, as if he were surprised she’d touched him. “Don’t take them yet. I’m still on my break.” Sharon smiled and cocked her head to the side, giving him her I’m-yours-for-the-taking look.

He gave a sideways grin Sharon found charming. “Then why did you ask me back here?”

Maybe he wasn’t reading her as well as she hoped. She straightened her neck and gave him her normal, everyday smile, hoping the craving for him shown through in her eyes. “I like you.” Holding his arms, Sharon guided them around her until the warmth of his skin settled on her ass cheeks.

He drew his head back, questioning with his eyes, but his hands stayed firm on her backside. “You don’t know me.”

“I don’t have to. I know what I like when I see it. And I go for it.” She slid her arms between their bodies, moving her hands up his lean torso and around the back of his neck. Her hard nipples grazed his chest sending a tickle up her spine. “Don’t you?”

“Are you telling me to go for what I
want
?” He spoke low, almost a whisper.

One of his hands left her ass and went to her shoulder. He traced down her side with the tips of his fingers. The sensation of his touch through the thin fabric of her camisole caused a shallow whimper to leave her lips.

“And what is it you think I want?” he asked.

She swallowed hard, taken aback by the sensation of his closeness, shocked she couldn’t speak. Her voice had left her, something that never happened.

The hand on her ass squeezed gently as the one running down her side made it to the hem of her skirt. His fingers teased her inner thigh, and she was wet in an instant. Her center throbbed, sending shudders up her body, and her breath caught.

“What if I want to feel you? Is that something I should go for?” He continued to speak low in her ear, his hot breath making her pulse quicken.

Speechless, she nodded again when what she really wanted to do was scream
Yes! Please!

“Are you wearing panties?”

Sharon’s lips managed to form a silent
no
.

He smiled the charming, crooked grin that he had before, only this time it showed his craving for her. “Good.” His fingers moved slow, closer to her folds, leaving a tingling trail on her skin. “Open up for me.”

She did as he requested, spreading her legs, her heart hammering. The hand on her ass moved to the middle of her back and he pressed her harder against him, at the same time sliding his fingers across her slickness, parting her folds. A low throaty moan left her, and she wasn’t sure she was breathing.

“You feel good,” he growled, cupping her wetness, giving a tight squeeze. His other hand ran up and over the nape of her neck and into her hair, pulling her head back, exposing the sensitive skin under her chin. He quickly covered it with his mouth, at the same time slipping a finger inside her. She whimpered with pleasure, knees weak as he rotated against the walls of her entrance.

“More?” he asked in a hushed whisper, his lips teasing at her ear.

She nodded, wanting more, needing more. The air in her lungs burned, begging to be released.

His cheek pressed against hers, and his harsh breath blowing in her hair sent shivers down her spine. He shifted, resting his forehead on hers as another thick digit breached her entrance. Sharon tilted her hips, offering deeper passage, and he took it. Rotating his fingers, he brought them out to the tips then gradually pushed them back in, knuckle deep. Over and over again he worked her center. Her legs were gel, boneless, officially liquefied.

Pulsing. Everything inside her pulsed as the walls of her center hugged at his fingers plunging in and out, twisting and turning. Her skin rippled in waves, her back arched, and when his teeth nipped at one of her rock hard nipples, she cried out, releasing the upsurge of pleasure, and went limp against his chest, trembling.

He gave a low chuckle, removing his hand from between her legs. “You got my hand wet.”

“Mmm.” Sharon raised her head and met his eyes as he lifted his dripping fingers to her lips and traced them. The juice left in their trail cooled with his breath, their mouths centimeters apart. She quivered with an aftershock and stuck out her tongue, licking the length of his fingers. His mouth parted and he moaned. She clamped her lips around the digits and slowly took them in and back out.

“Holy shit,” he groaned and knotted his hands in her hair, bringing their mouths together. As their tongues swirled and massaged, their hands frantically searched the other’s body.

Thoughts of not wanting to be away from him went through her mind, and she pushed him away. Heaving for air, hearts out-of-control, they both stared at each other.

“I…” She gasped for air, not able to finish her sentence.

“Sharon?” a woman’s voice called. Kayla. “Are you in here?”

* * * *

Kyle left
Night
approximately five minutes after her boss’s girlfriend came bursting in the storage room looking for her. They each carried a case out and set them behind the counter, and then he took off. Two miles down the road, he wanted to turn around. Shit! He’d lost his damn mind. That woman, Sharon Blake, had made him crazy. Never in his life had he done that to a woman, finger fucked her in a storage room, or anywhere else for that matter, and then left without saying a word. But he didn’t know what to do, how to handle the situation. He’d had a few lovers and a one-night stand or two before meeting his wife, but nothing like
that
. Maybe that was how things were now. How would he know? He’d been with the same woman since he was twenty, four years of dating, five years of marriage—nearly a third of his life.

He slowed the truck and pulled off to the shoulder, considering making a u-turn and heading back to
Night
. In his rush to leave, he’d forgotten all about meeting Vic, his accountant and friend. A good excuse to make another appearance, but he could call Vic or send him a text. He didn’t have to show. It wasn’t like Vic would be worried or some bullshit like that.

“Damn it!” He slammed his palms into the steering wheel at the thought of her. Sharon Blake. The sweet taste of her pussy, the remainder of what he’d taken from her own mouth, lingered on his tongue. He wanted—no, he
needed
more of her. Shit! He couldn’t think straight.

Kyle hit the gas and peeled on to the road. Less than ten minutes later he pulled in his drive. Another mile of gravel and he would be home.

* * * *

“Who was that?” Kayla asked. She was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. Her eyes were wide and curious, and Sharon had a hard time meeting them.

“Just some guy,” Sharon lied. He wasn’t
some
guy. He was…well, she really didn’t know how to explain him. A stranger, a bar patron, a man she was drawn to from the second she saw him. She gave her head a quick shake as if she could toss him out, and placed two mixed drinks and three beers on her waitress tray. “He was helping me.”

She searched the room for him, trying not to make it obvious how bothered she was when he was nowhere in sight. Bothered and confused. She hated it. He was right, she didn’t know him. But why in the hell was she craving his skin against hers? Why did she want to know more about him? It wasn’t her style. She liked to fuck—no emotion, no feeling, no longing, and no regret. But there it was staring her in the face, foreign-like sentiments nagging at her brain.

Kayla laughed. “I can only imagine what he was helping you with.” She sipped on her glass of ice-water. “The way you were both out of breath…ha, your face is still a little flush.”

Sharon closed her lids for a second to rid her thoughts of the loitering heat and uncertainty he’d caused.
Where in the hell did he go?
“He was helping me with some boxes. Ty wasn’t here yet and Gannon needed more beer.”

“That’s your story?” Kayla shifted in her chair and gathered her dark hair, draping it across her left shoulder. “Because when I got here, Luke told me he hadn’t seen you in a while.”

It took Sharon a second for it to register that Kayla was referring to Gannon. Sheesh. Ever since they got together Kayla had been calling him
Luke
. Something about high school and the person he was and some bullshit about true love. Ugh! Sharon’s brow furrowed and she pressed her lips together. “Don’t do it, Kayla. Don’t give me the third degree.”

The expression on Kayla’s face went from curious to surprise. She cocked her head slightly. “I’m just messing with you. Why in the hell are you being so defensive?”

Sharon softened her tone. “I’m sorry. I…I need this job. And I was on break…please don’t tell Gannon.” She scanned the crowd and noticed Vic and Missy sitting at the back corner table and knew she’d found a cure to get Kyle Phillips out of her thoughts. Hell, she could still feel his fingers working inside her. She clinched the walls of her center and shivered. “It won’t happen again.”

Kayla smiled and with her fingers, made the motion of locking her lips. “I won’t say a word.”

Sharon sighed with relief. “Will you do me another favor?”

“Depends.”

“Will you take over my shift for about an hour? There’s something I need to take care of.”

“What about Luke? He’ll want to know where you are, there’s only one other waitress tonight.”

“On my nights off, you’ve filled in plenty of times. Please. Do you really think he will question anything you do? He’s so whipped it’s pathetic.” Sharon laughed.

Kayla pressed her lips to a thin line. “He. Is. Not. Whipped. Just hurry. Where do these drinks go?” She motioned to the full tray and got to her feet.

“Table seven. Thanks so much.” Sharon took a few steps away from the counter and turned around. “Don’t you want to know what I need to do?”

Kayla glanced toward the back of the room to the table occupied by Missy and Vic then back to Sharon. “I have a pretty good idea.”

Chapter 2

By the time Sharon made it to Missy and Vic’s table, Stone Larson had taken a seat next to Missy. He’d joined them a few times in the past, making their threesome a full-blown orgy. Tonight though, the way Missy had turned her chair to face him and flipped her bright red hair, eyes lusting, Sharon knew it would be one of those nights when Missy would leave Vic to fend for himself, which was great for Sharon. She didn’t have the energy for anything other than getting thoughts of what happened in the storage room with Kyle pounded out of her, and she knew Vic was perfect for the job.

She moved behind Vic and leaned over, her hands pressed against her thighs and her lips at his ear. “You’re out on a Saturday?”

He turned and gave her an amused look. “Meeting a friend.”

“Stone?” Sharon asked, suddenly wishing she had delivered the drinks she’d conned Kayla into taking. She didn’t want to be part of their circle, not tonight. Not while
he
was on her mind. And standing there talking to Vic, she realized that maybe she didn’t want Kyle Phillips out of her head. Not completely. Maybe just while she was at work. Only then would she be able to concentrate.

“No, not Stone. Someone I didn’t think would show anyway.”

Sharon’s gaze went to Missy who was leaning into Stone, her hand busy under the concealment of the table, his face tense and gratified at the same time. “Missy is definitely occupied.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Sharon darted her eyes toward the direction of the faintly familiar voice and recoiled from Vic as if he’d stung her. Kyle stood across from them, hands gripping the back of an empty chair.

Vic stood and held out a hand, giving Kyle’s a quick shake. “I’d about given up on you. Thought you were for sure gonna puss-out again.”

“Almost did, but hell, I figured might as well dive in.” Kyle’s eyes held fast on Sharon. “You know, get my fingers wet first.” He grinned at her, that charming crooked grin she’d seen before, and even though she hated smart-ass words, she couldn’t stop her chest from fluttering at that smile of his. And she hated that even more.

Sharon followed Vic’s eyes to Missy who was oblivious to everyone around her except Stone…who was elbow deep in her skirt. Vic’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he turned and took Sharon’s hand, pulling her up next to him. “This is my girlfriend, Missy. I’ve mentioned her before, haven’t I?”

What? What! Was he referring to her? He was calling her Missy? Sharon jerked her head to meet Vic’s expression for an answer.

His arm went around her waist and his finger pressed just under her chin. He leaned into her ear and whispered. “Close your mouth, darling, and go with it. I’ll explain later.”

“Missy?” Kyle asked, his face hardened, jaws tight. Then as quick as a snap his features softened. “Nice to meet you.”

Sharon forced a grin, scanning the room, anything to keep from looking at Kyle. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion. She heard muttering bits of conversation from the two men as she watched Missy move from the table, taking Stone by the hand and leading him out the door. Kayla shot Sharon an urgent glance. Lights from the stage beamed through the smoky air. Gannon filled drink orders from behind the counter. People, there were people everywhere.

She shifted her eyes to Vic. “I need to talk to you.”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Can it wait, dear?”

Sharon moved back and took his forearm. “No, it can’t.” She turned to Kyle and grimaced at the you-could-be-so-busted-right-now grin on his face. “Sorry, this will only take a minute.” She tugged at Vic’s arm. “Come with me.”