Destined (The Rangers of Ridge County #1)

Chapter Fifty-Two

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

MILLIE

I ’d never been more turned on in my life.

I sat there on his lap, naked, while he lounged back fully clothed.

The handcuffs on my wrists were tight but didn’t stifle my movements. So, I tentatively placed a palm on the hard plane of his chest, and he nodded in approval. My focus narrowed back to my hand as it fisted the fabric of his shirt. Steadying myself, I looked up to find his stare still pinned on me.

“Ride,” he urged, spurring me into motion.

His large dick pressed against the zipper of his pants. As I started to move, it settled right where I needed it most. The rough feel of his jeans tantalized my already sensitive nerve endings, edging me toward the climax I’d been so close to moments ago.

His hands found my hips, guiding me. So I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Grinding on my dick…”

His words were cut off by another groan falling from between his lips as my nails sunk into the flesh beneath his shirt.

“I know how to please myself.” I smirked, thrusting forward to steal a kiss from his parted lips. “After all,” I continued, “I’ve been the only one worried about my pleasure for years now.”

He scowled in response to my comment. Next thing I knew, he stood—carefully tossing me over his shoulder in the process .

His steps ate up the length of the hallway in record time. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, depositing me onto his bed. With little time to reorient myself, he positioned my cuffed hands around one of the bed posts and angled my body so I lay across his bed like some sacrificial lamb.

His gaze was possessive as it roamed over me, and I squirmed under it—unsure if I could keep up this ruse much longer.

I needed a release—one only he could provide.

He started to strip, and it was my turn to stare. His body was finally on full display, and I ached to touch him. He rolled a condom on then climbed above me and between my spread legs.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed inside. And after so much build up, I nearly came.

“Your pleasure,” he grunted in between thrusts, “is mine now.”

And he proceeded to prove that over and over, keeping me awake long into the night.

I yawned as I pulled open the door to Tim’s Auto Repair. After our late night, Emmett and I were running behind schedule when we picked Greer up from Sips this morning.

“Hey, ladies,” Mabel called out from her desk as we made our way into the lobby.

As we stepped closer, she grinned up at me coyly. “Millie, how are you and that boyfriend of yours?” she asked, exaggeratedly pumping her brows.

“We’re great,” I replied, a grin stretching across my face and a chuckle escaping from between my lips. I stopped correcting everyone when they referenced Emmett as my boyfriend weeks ago. Then, it had just been easier to go along with their preconceived notions than to explain why I was actually staying with Emmett. But now, it was simply the truth—he was my boyfriend, and we were doing great.

“That’s wonderful, dear,” she said, returning my smile. “I’ll let Tim know you’re here. ”

“Thanks,” I responded, moving toward the waiting area and falling into one of the designated chairs. Greer slid into the seat beside me, and I glanced over to her. I might have felt tired, but she looked it. Dark circles marred her usually vibrant eyes that appeared red rimmed on closer inspection.

“Long night?” I asked, hoping she would open up, but she only nodded her head.

Maybe someday she’d open up, though it didn’t seem today would be the day. I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning my head against the glass behind me.

The door startled me, my eyes flying open as Tim made his way toward us.

“Ms. Rushing,” he greeted, then turned to Greer. “And Ms. Ranger, good morning.” He looked back to me, appearing much more exhausted than I would expect this early in the day.

“Millie, I hoped to have your vehicle pulled around front and ready to go for you. But I’ve been swamped this morning since my part-time help didn’t bother to show up,” he explained in a huff.

“That’s no problem, Mr. Tim,” I said, batting my hand at the older man. “We don’t mind grabbing it from wherever it’s parked.”

“Thomas left it around back,” Tim stated, extending my keys forward.

“Do you girls have anything fun planned for the day?” Mabel asked with another smile.

“We’re headed to the Valley,” I replied, signing the last of the forms and handing her pen back. “I have a potential client I’m meeting with, and Greer is along for the ride.” By now, most of the businesses in town knew of or used my marketing services—Tim’s included.

“How fun!” Mabel exclaimed while filing the paperwork I completed. “You two be careful on the drive there.”

“We will!” Greer and I said in unison as we pushed through the door. Making our way around the building, I finally spotted my car in the far corner.

Between my stalker being arrested and my car looking good as new, maybe my luck was turning around. We climbed in, and I was pulling onto Peak Street moments later. We passed Sips, and Greer craned her neck until the building was no longer in sight .

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” I reassured her, but her panic was near palpable.

“Hey,” I said and waited for her to look at me. When she did I continued. “If you’d rather stay back today, I understand. But I think it will be good for you to come,” I told her truthfully. “I promise we’ll have fun.”

She shook her head, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As I turned onto the highway, her shoulders relaxed and her breathing slowed. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” I replied—though, I wasn’t sure exactly what for.

“Sometimes I forget I have more going for me than just the shop,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. It was the most sentimental thing she’d ever said to me. I struggled to find the words to convey how much her friendship meant to me. So I returned her squeeze, hoping she knew I valued and treasured her.

We’d just rounded a big bend in the road when my car shuddered.

“What the fuck?” Greer asked, looking puzzled.

“Maybe I ran over something,” I suggested, peering into the rearview mirror equally puzzled. I didn’t see anything.

The car shuddered again, and the interior lights flashed. The radio that had been belting the latest pop hit faded in and out—static intertwining with the catchy melody.

“Pull over,” Greer ordered as if I wasn’t already heading for the shoulder. I turned on my hazard lights, but they weren’t working properly either.

I had a sinking feeling I would not be making it to my meeting.