She isn’t getting married. She broke up with her ass**le of a fiancé. She’s available. She’s available. She’s available.
The mantra drummed in Travis’s brain as he drove his Hennessey Venom GT around his racetrack for the first time, testing out the speed and handling of the new vehicle that had just arrived earlier in the day. Ordinarily, he would have been itching to get the vehicle up to the fastest speed possible, completely focused on examining its capabilities, but today wasn’t an ordinary day.
Today is the day I found out that Alison Caldwell isn’t engaged anymore.
Driving at deadly speeds and thinking about Ally Caldwell really didn’t mix, but his c**k was hard, and it wasn’t from the throbbing engine of the vehicle he was currently driving. It was her fault; his erection was due to the fact that the blonde menace in a tight skirt was actually single for the first time since she’d become his employee.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he expertly maneuvered around a curve, barely lowering his speed as he hit the straightaway again. God, the vehicle was sweet, but all he could think about was how much sweeter f**king Ally would be, having her panting his name beneath him as he made her come over and over, until all she could think about was him.
Four years and thirty-two days he’d dreamed about just that scenario; one thousand, four hundred and ninety torturous days of blue balls that no other woman could cure. Except her. He’d been in trouble since the day she’d walked into his office for an interview, slightly breathless and nervous. His dick had twitched in his pants immediately, making him want to reach out, pull her onto his lap, and make her even more breathless until they were both completely sated. Why in the hell he’d gone ahead and hired her he never understood. He must have been feeling masochistic, because her sweet, guileless beauty had haunted him every damn moment since the day he’d hired her. And her intelligence and sharp tongue both annoyed the shit out of him and challenged him. There was nothing more that he wanted than to tame the little tigress, make her yield to him until she purred.
I need to just f**k her and get her out of my system.
Rounding the curve again, Travis accelerated, moving the car to an elevated speed after getting used to the feel of the handling. He tried to concentrate on his new vehicle. Having paid well over a million dollars for the speed demon, he should be more enthusiastic about driving it. He had more expensive cars, but he’d wanted to add this particular vehicle to his collection for a while, had anticipated its arrival because it was so damn fast. Today, he wasn’t getting the same high he usually did in acquiring one of the fastest vehicles in the world.
Because of her!
“Dammit!” he exploded, frustrated. He knew better than to drive like this when he wasn’t concentrating. He slowed the vehicle down and finally pulled it into the garage, one of his mechanics waiting for him at the door.
“She’s fast, boss, huh?” the mechanic asked excitedly.
“Very,” Travis replied, leaving the engine running as he exited the vehicle. “Can you put her away for me, Henry? Take it for a spin if you want before you shut it down.” He had certain people he trusted to drive his cars, and Henry was one of those few mechanics he’d trust with any of his vehicles.
“Thanks, boss,” the older man said enthusiastically. “You leaving?”
“Yeah. I’ll probably be back tomorrow night,” Travis affirmed, heading toward his Ferrari F12, the car he had driven to the track. The Ferrari was fast, and it was comfortable. Since he generally didn’t do suicidal speeds outside of the racetrack, he could appreciate the beauty of the Ferrari, but didn’t require the acceleration some of his other cars gave him on the track.
“Kade will love this car,” Henry commented as Travis walked away.
“He will. But I’m not letting him drive it,” Travis replied wickedly, flashing Henry an evil grin. He knew Kade would be salivating over the Hennessey, but Kade had his own damn toys. The garage was full of expensive race cars and motorcycles. Maybe in a few months, Travis would break down and let Kade give it a try, but not on the track, and not at reckless speeds. Kade was an expert at handling bikes, but he wasn’t as good with cars. The last thing Travis wanted was to see was Kade injured again. It had nearly killed him when his brother had had the accident that ended his pro football career. He couldn’t watch his twin suffer like that again. It had taken Kade two years of rehab to even be functional and be able to walk without relying on crutches. Kade deserved every bit of happiness he was now experiencing with his wife, Asha, who was pregnant and expecting their first child.
Although Travis couldn’t even begin to understand having that type of relationship with a woman, the same loving relationship his sister Mia had with her husband Max, he was good with it because his siblings were happy.
“He’ll be mad,” Henry warned.
Travis waved as he got into his F12. “He’ll have to get over it,” he replied gruffly, closing the door of the Ferrari and strapping himself in. He watched as Henry got into the Hennessey and entered the track, taking it easy with the expensive vehicle as he rounded the first lap.
I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to do it.
Travis wanted nothing more than to hightail it over to Sully’s Oasis and see if Ally was okay. Yeah, she’d been okay for a few years now, but that had been before he knew that she worked there as a bartender, without a decent man in her life to watch out for her. Now, all he could think about was other men salivating over her as the drinks she served got them more and more drunk. Intoxicated guys were dangerous. Ally was dangerous to intoxicated men. Fuck! He wished his damn c**k would just explode into tiny little pieces and put him out of his misery. He put his hand over the denim-clad bulge, wondering if it just might.
Night after night, all he could think about for the last four years was Ally going home to some other ass**le, letting him touch her, f**k her until she screamed. Apparently, that hadn’t happened. The bastard hadn’t even appreciated what he had with Ally, while Travis would have given his right nut to have her in his bed. She’d never talked much about her fiancé, and now he knew why. Too damn tired from working two jobs, she probably did nothing but focus on work. God knew that she was a hard worker. He’d put her through the wringer over the years, and she’d never complained about her workload, never stopped the string of sassy remarks coming out of that sexy mouth of hers. Now, he regretted being so hard on her, but it had been his way of creating some kind of distance between the two of them.