Dash Vol. 2 Page 4

  “Are you in trouble?” she whispers.

  “No. I’m okay.” She sighs heavily. “But we made a few new deals.”

  “I won’t walk away, Dash.” My heart swells at her confession.

  “You don’t have to. We just have to be discreet.” That will be hard with her. I always want her next to me, and when she is, I want my hands on her body while my lips are on hers. But it’s to the point where her safety is involved and I won’t risk that.

  “Take me upstairs,” she whispers once again before her lips brush against mine.

  I let out a moan that shows my internal struggle. How am I gonna fuck her? I’m still sore as fuck.

  “Don’t worry,” she says like she’s reading my mind, “I’ll do all the work.”

  I smile down at her. “Show me the way.”

  She takes me back down the long hallway and then up the stairs. We walk down another long hallway. My eyes scan pictures of her over the years that line the walls—from naked in the bathtub as a baby to her senior pictures standing next to her dad’s old racecar. I linger on that one a little longer and my feet slow. She tugs on me before I can see much more.

  We walk into her room. Her walls are a soft yellow and the bedspread is a dark blue. It reminds me of the day out at the beach.

  “Don’t judge me,” she says with a laugh.

  “No judgment here,” I say wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back into my front. I reach up and push her hair off her shoulder.

  “Oh, no.” She laughs pulling away from me.

  “What?” I ask.

  “In all of my madness for hating you, I have yet to shower today,” she tells me.

  “So?” I look longingly over to her bed. “Like I care.”

  “Well, I do.” She starts to walk backward. She reaches down and grabs the hem of her tank top. She pulls it up and over her head. “Join me?” she asks with a wink.

  I chuckle. “Absolutely.”

  I follow her into the bathroom connected to her room. She flips a light switch on the wall and continues to walk to the end of the bathroom. She bends down, removing her shoes and her yoga pants before finishing with her bra and underwear.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asks as she opens the door and enters the shower. I follow as quickly as my sore body will allow me. I’m not sure fucking in the shower will be best for me, but I’m gonna give it a try.

  Walking in, I find her bending over to pick up her bodywash. I lean down and grab her arm. I pull her up and shove the front of her body into the wall. “Thought I was gonna do all the work.” She chuckles.

  “Shut up,” I say simply. I’ll deal with the soreness tomorrow. As of right now, I can work it out on her.

  She lays her head back onto my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist. My already hard cock pushes against her ass. My wandering hands make their way up her stomach and grab a hold of her breasts. She whimpers when I give them both a little pinch. “Hmm. You like that,” I say with a chuckle myself. I pinch them a little harder and tug on them. She cries out as she rises up onto her tiptoes.

  “Dash,” she pants. Her chest rises and falls quickly making her breasts bounce.

  “Fuck…” I growl as I hold them in my hands. I wanna fuck them. I want to fuck every part of her. I want to take my time and kiss every inch. Slowly make her fall apart underneath me. But that’s just not going to happen right now. I need her.

  I let go of them and she whimpers. “Bend over,” I say placing my hand on her back. “Place your hands on the wall,” I order and she does so without argument. I’m gonna have to fuck her this way ‘cause I can’t lift her to wrap her legs around me. I don’t think my back could do that at this moment. But this way—her bent over and me behind her—I could do all night long.

  I slide my hand up between her soft thighs and I smile when she spreads them further apart for me. I grind my teeth when I find her pussy just as soaking wet as the rest of our bodies. Taking my other hand, I grab my hard cock and position myself between her legs. At first, I nudge just the tip in. Slowly stretching, filling her as she moans and whimpers. I’ve dreamed of this for the last two days.

  “How does that feel?” I ask as I push into her further. “Feels fucking great.” I answer my own question.

  I start to fuck her faster and she cries out. Her head drops down and I reach up to grab a handful of her hair. I yank her head back and she hisses in a breath.

  Her loud cries and the slapping of our bodies fill the bathroom and I’m thankful that we are here at her parents’ house alone. Being the gentleman that I am, I hold out until she finishes before I allow myself to come. Once done, I pull her to stand. I can feel my body start to come down from the high and it aches. “I’m gonna get out. I’ll meet you in bed,” I say giving her a soft kiss on her cheek.

  I must have passed out the second my head hit the pillow because the next thing I know, I feel her soft, naked skin sliding into her bed next to me.

  “You okay?” she asks quietly.

  I smile at her concern. “Never been better,” I say wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

  “What all did my father have to say to you?”

  I lean over and kiss her hair. “Don’t worry about it, baby. He knows about us and I’m still on the team. I told you. No worries.” She sighs heavily. “What were you gonna talk to him about school?”

  “I had a test the morning after I climbed your tree and jumped your fence. I found out today that I failed it. My dad’s gonna kill me.”

  I chuckle. “Were you that wrapped up in me that you couldn’t concentrate?” I ask trying not to laugh.

  “Shut up,” she snaps, and it makes me laugh harder.

  “I’m sorry. I know it’s not funny.” I smile.

  “No, I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I’m just losing my mind.” She pulls away from me and rolls over giving me her back. “So much has happened so quickly,” she whispers.

  I snuggle up against her back. “It’s all gonna be okay.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “What did your teacher say about your test?”

  “The bastard is letting me take it again next Saturday.”

  “What a nice bastard,” I observe, and she gives a little laugh. “I’ll help you study for it. It’ll be great.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TABATHA

  “I passed,” I exclaim, running into my father’s office with my test in my hand.

  I don’t get the congratulations party that I quite expected. My father sits behind his desk, dressed in his dark blue suit that cost more than some people pay for their cars. Stacks of paperwork sit in front of him. Dash has his palms on the desk as he leans to look it over as well. I take a moment to admire the sliver of his lower back exposing some of the nail marks that I left on him from the quickie we had this morning before I went to school.

  Dash and I haven’t left my father’s house this past week. Well, I go to school and his body is back to normal so he goes up to the track. He and my father are trying to get his new bike ready. Something is going on with what happened, but neither one is telling me shit. But at least Daddy is letting us stay here. Together. Every morning we get up and walk down to the kitchen for Dash to have some coffee and for me to eat breakfast before school. My father just sits at the head of his table and stares at us. Like maybe he thinks it was a mistake to allow us both to stay here to be together. But he wants us to keep our relationship a secret from the world, therefore, we gotta keep it under wraps. And that wouldn’t happen if we were at either of our own houses.

  “Sweet pea?” my father says, getting my attention. Dash stands from the desk and turns to face me.

  “Hey, baby,” he says and then walks over to me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for a long, slow kiss.

  My father clears his throat and I chuckle as I pull away.

  “You can at least pretend to be discreet around me,” my father says eyeing Dash.

  “Sorry, sir,”
he responds with a head nod.

  I hold up my test. “I passed,” I say once again.

  “That’s great.” Dash takes it from me. He reads it over and then looks at me wide-eyed. “You did more than passed, you aced it.”

  I give him a big smile. “That I did.”

  My father stands from his desk. “We should go out to celebrate.” He smiles.

  “Daddy. It was just one little test. That I had to take twice,” I remind him.

  “Nonsense.” He waves me off. “We are going to dinner. I feel like you guys haven’t been out of this house except for school and work all week.” He sighs. “I remember when your mother and I were like that.”

  “Eeeeww, Dad,” I say scrunching my face with disgust. I do not want to hear about my parents back when they were young. “Speaking of mother. Will she be joining us?”

  “No. She has a meeting this evening.”

  I nod with a smile to hide my disappointment. She’s always working. “Go ahead and get ready. We should be done in about thirty minutes,” he states before he sits back down.

  I look over at Dash, and he gives me a big smile. He leans into me. “So proud of you, baby,” he whispers and then places a kiss on my cheek.

  Geez, I’ve never been so proud to make an A.

  **

  You never realize how hard it is to keep your hands to yourself until you have to. Little did I know that my father had a hunch I would pass my test. He already had this dinner planned. I look out the dark black windows of my father’s Escalade as his driver escorts us to dinner.

  “So, how is the new bike coming?” I ask, looking over at Dash beside me. His hand rests in mine on his lap.

  “Great.”

  “Is the new bike finished?” I ask my father who sits in the front seat.

  “It should be very soon.” He leans over and says something to the driver, who nods with a, “Yes, sir.” “If you ask me, I pay them too much to be this slow,” he growls. “We are on a very tight schedule. Our first race is in three weeks.”

  “Three weeks?” I look over at Dash in surprise. “Will you be ready in three weeks?”

  “Absolutely,” he says with confidence and a smile.

  We pull up to the restaurant and my father turns in his seat to look at our joined hands.

  I roll my eyes as I pull mine out of Dash’s. “I know the rules, Daddy.”

  “Just checking.”

  Just as I say that, Dash gets out and holds the door open for me. I thank him nicely and he gives me a flirtatious wink that makes me giggle.

  I smooth down my red baby doll dress as we enter the restaurant. The hostess immediately seats us at my father’s favorite table in the back.

  It reminds me of the first time that we sat down to eat. It feels like that was a lifetime ago, yet it was just a few weeks. I give a little laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” Dash asks me.

  “I was remembering when my father asked me to dinner and you just happened to be here.”

  Dash gives me a smirk. “That’s why you asked to tag along?” my father asks, and Dash nods, still looking at me.

  “Thought you would get lucky,” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “I already got lucky.”

  “Jesus,” my father says shaking his head. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

  We both laugh at his unease. “But really, sweet pea, I’m glad you have time for me once again. I’ve enjoyed you being at the house. I’ve missed you.” He looks over at Dash. “She never had time for her mother and me when she was with Rodger.”

  I duck my head in shame at his words. I hate how much Rodger took me away from them as well. I was just too weak to stand up for myself.

  “Well, I would never do that,” Dash replies in all seriousness.

  I have a feeling that he feels that way ‘cause of his own family. They don’t seem to be very close. Hell, they wouldn’t even come into town when Valerie’s parents told them that he had crashed his bike and ended up in the hospital. And I haven’t heard him talk to them on the phone since that incident, either.

  I hear my father’s phone ringing in the distance as I stare at Dash. He and my father are in conversation about his new bike as my father answers it.

  “Mr. Knight,” he says into his phone, and I take the opportunity to run my heel along Dash’s leg under the table.

  He leans over. “You better stop that. I’d hate to take you back to the bathroom.”

  I throw my head back laughing. Like I would actually do that with my father sitting out here at our table.

  “We’ll take care of it,” my father snaps getting our attention. “They have nothing to go on. He doesn’t even remember the boy being there.” Dash places his arms on the table as he leans over and watches my father intently. “That’s what I pay you for. I may not be an attorney, but I know extortion when I hear it.”

  “Extortion?” I ask quietly looking over at Dash. He shakes his head at me but keeps his attention on my father. “Take care of it,” he snaps once again.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  My father slams his phone down face-first onto the table, exhibiting his temper. My father has always been a laid-back type of guy, but if you mess with his family or business, you will see another part of him.

  He looks over at Dash before he speaks. “The family says they have pictures of you serving him.”

  “What?” he barks. “That’s a lie. I swear I don’t remember seeing him there. I can’t deny that he may have had drinks there. But I swear I never served him.”

  “He came in after me and Jackie got there,” I admit, remembering the pimple-face kid walking in behind us. “I went straight to the kitchen for a drink, and he continued to walk down the hall.”

  “Are you sure?” Dash asks and I raise my eyebrows at his question..

  “Of course, I am. Do you not believe me?”

  “You were already drunk when you got there,” he states.

  “You were driving drunk?” my father growls. I ignore him.

  I lean over the table and narrow my eyes on Dash. “Jackie drove me there. Yes, I had already had a few drinks, but I was just fine until you started shoving vodka down my throat.”

  “Shoving vodka down your throat?” he asks in disbelief. “You were the one trying to drown your sorrows in a bottle.” I gasp. “What? Can’t remember how much you were tore up over Rodger leaving you? And you had so much that wasn’t the only thing you couldn’t remember…”

  “I left him.” My voice rises. I slam my elbow on the table and point my finger at him. “And how dare…”

  “Stop.” My father’s voice rings over ours. “Fighting about something so pointless isn’t going to help us figure out the problem. It’s just going to cause more.”

  I take a deep breath. As does Dash.

  “And they no longer care about the alcohol.”

  “Then what are they saying now?”

  My father looks over at me and then back to Dash. “They also have photos of you two together.”

  “What?” we both shout at the same time.

  “They have photos of you two kissing out at the track.”

  “What in the hell do they want?” Dash asks.

  “Money,” my father responds simply. “They want money. At first, I’m sure they thought that they could get it from you. But now they feel that they have better leverage by bringing my daughter into it.”

  “Maybe they are lying?” I offer.

  “How would they know that?” Dash asks. “That is exactly what we did. I saw you leaving. I brought in the bike and ran to stop you.”

  “This is why you don’t mix business with pleasure,” my father mumbles.

  Dash ignores him. “I begged you to stay. You did. We made out.”

  “How would he know that?” I ask. Dash having a day at the track was not big news. Then a thought hits me. “The wreck was on the news. It released his name and everyone who was there.
Maybe they are just grasping for straws.”

  “There was only one other person there who knew that we walked off together,” Dash says and I tilt my head in confusion.

  “Valerie,” my father answers.

  “Does she know this kid?” I ask Dash.

  “How in the hell would I know?” he snaps, growing angry again.

  “How would you not know?” I snap. “You’ve known her forever. Have you ever heard her mention his name?” The bitch has called every day; she has even been to my parents’ house. She had the nerve to show up two days ago, but my father told her that he was in a lot of pain and was sleeping it off.

  “How many damn times do I have to tell you...? I don’t know every little thing about the bitch.”

  “Enough,” my father roars as the waitress approaches our table. “Come back later,” he orders her. She spins around and all but runs off.

  “Call their bluff,” I suggest.

  “That’s a stupid idea,” Dash fires back.

  “Did you just call me stupid?”

  He leans back in his seat and chooses to ignore my question, but his narrowed gray eyes say it all. His hard face, tight jaw—Did I stutter look on his face.

  “Call their bluff,” I repeat and he snorts.

  “We’ve been hiding out for a week,” he shoots back. “Why would we be willing to risk it?”

  “Dash is right,” my father agrees. “Why would we do that?”

  “And why, exactly, are we hiding out?” I ask. This is what I meant by keeping secrets. “That day at the track you told me no more secrets. Why are you still keeping them from me?” I demand.

  “Sweet pea…?”

  “No, Father,” I snap. “Dash is going to be honest with me or he’s not gonna have to worry about the world knowing about us ‘cause there will be no us.” I know my voice sounds hard, but would I really walk away from him? I hope that I won’t have to follow through with that threat.