Bang Gang (39 page)

I smirked, and then I kissed her, hard.

The guys roared out a cheer. I gave them the finger, and Jodie giggled against my mouth. I took her hand in mine, led her over to the shutters.

“It’s break time,” I said to the lads. “Go eat your bacon in the truck.”

They downed tools and bailed, slapping me on the back as they went.

I made a move as soon as Buck pulled down the shutters on his way out. Jodie squealed as I grabbed her, laughed as I lifted her clean up and dropped her pretty ass onto the Audi’s bonnet.

She didn’t laugh long.

I kissed her as I unbuttoned her blouse, hands grubby and frantic as she moaned into my mouth. I yanked down the floaty fabric and threw it aside, lowered my head and bit and nipped at her nipples through the lace of her bra. She tipped her head back, her fingers in my hair.

“
Darren…
”

I unbuttoned her jeans, tugged them down, and she wriggled to help them on their way. She kicked her sandals off, and the jeans followed them. She wrapped her legs around my waist, picking up oil from my clothes. I ran my fingers over the smears, then up to her pussy, left darker smears on her white lace knickers.

“
Fuck! Yes… Yes!
”

I’d forgotten this.

I’d forgotten how dirty Jodie could be.

I fucking loved how dirty Jodie could be.

I ditched the top half of my overalls, loosened my jeans, and her hands were waiting for my cock.

“
Fuck me
,” she hissed. “
Hard, Darren. Really fucking hard…
”

No fucking fear.

I tugged her knickers aside and she groaned as I sank my dick into her. I pushed her backwards onto the bonnet, thrust in real fucking deep as she squirmed against the paintwork.

“
Fuck… oh fuck, Darren!
”

How I fucking slammed that pussy. Jesus Christ, I fucked her so fucking hard. She jerked with every thrust, her tits bobbing in those lacy cups, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she took it.

I flipped her long before I came, rolled her right onto her front and flattened her to the metal. Her feet touched the ground but didn’t last long there. My first thrust took her balance and she jolted forwards, her cheek pressed to the bonnet. I took a handful of hair and pulled, forcing her right back onto my cock, and she
loved it, she fucking loved it.

I reached round for her clit, strummed that wet little bud until her legs were shaking. The sound of my skin slapping hers was fucking bliss.

I folded over until she took my weight, kept hold of her hair as my body pinned hers.

“Is this what you wanted?” I hissed. “Nice hard fucking dick?”

She moaned for me. Shuddered under me.

“
You!
” she said. “I wanted
you
!”

“And four other cocks along with me?”

She shook her head. “No.” Her teeth were gritted. “Just you. That’s what I want! That’s what I fucking want, Darren!”

“Just as well,” I snarled. “Because no other man’s cock is going near your tight little cunt again, Jodie.”

She twisted her head.

“I mean it,” I said. “You’ll have another fucking gangbang over my dead fucking body, I fucking swear it.”

I pressed my lips to her ear, breathing hard, like she was breathing under me.

“I’m… I’m not on the list?” she hissed.

My balls tightened, threatened to shoot my fucking load all the way inside her.

There is no fucking list, Jodie, not for me.

“No. You’re not on the fucking list, Jodie. You’ll never be on the fucking list.”

She cried out as I changed position, hands braced against the windscreen, leaving sweaty palm smears.

I was hitting my home stride now, thighs tight as fucking wire. I wrapped my hand around her throat, held her there, held her tight. The beads around her neck made a lovely rattle as I pounded her.

My fingers kept teasing her clit, quick little flicks until she moaned, flailing under me as the waves of climax ripped through her.

And then I came.

Deep.

All the way inside that perfect pussy.

Mine
.

I claimed her, pumped her full of me, made sure that sweet little slit ate me up.

We lay panting, my clammy chest against her back. We lay panting until she giggled, and I laughed, too.

She rolled under me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I’ll take this over ladies who lunch any bloody day,” she said.

I kissed her over and over, all the way through getting dressed and making our way back to the shutters.

I was grinning like a fucking lunatic, couldn’t fucking stop myself, didn’t ever want to stop myself, until I heard the engine.

I’d already committed myself, already engaged the catch.

Oh shit.

Eleanor slipped out of the driver’s seat, shot me a smile that dried up as soon as Jodie stepped out from the garage.

I could have fucking died when the women clocked each other. They stared for a couple of seconds, neither saying a word, not to each other and not to me either.

Jodie fastened up the last of my overalls, then leaned in and kissed my dirty cheek. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Darren Trent,” she said.

She stared at Eleanor Hartwell all the way to her car, a strange little smile on her face, and Eleanor looked like a slapped arse, her lips pursed and her cheeks bright pink.

She watched Jodie slip into the driver’s
seat. Glared as Jodie did her lipstick in the rearview.

“Another client?” she said. “I thought Mondays were busy, Trent? You told me Mondays were a no go!”

I smirked at her.

“That’s not a fucking client, Eleanor,” I said. “That’s my fucking missus.”

I let her pick her own jaw up from the floor.

I dashed into town to grab Nanna’s pills with a
big ’ole smile
on my face.

Porsche-bitch had seen a different woman staring back at her today. Not the dowdy, defeated, meek little shell of myself she’d dismissed as nothing, oh no. Today she’d seen
me
, and she’d balked. I’d seen it in her eyes, in the purse of her fake pout. No amount of money, no posh car or Botox or expensive makeup could bring me down, not anymore.

I knew he wouldn’t fuck her. Not right then, not there, not with his balls freshly emptied and my sweaty hand prints all over that Audi. Not even for the sake of the money. Maybe I was naive. Maybe I was being stupidly optimistic. But, no. I just knew it.

Porsche-bitch wouldn’t be getting anything from Darren Trent. Not today.

A small victory, but I enjoyed it. Bigger battles were on the horizon, a whole assault course of issues with our names written all over them, but I pushed those aside and sang along to the radio, enjoying the knowledge that I’d put myself out there and he’d wanted me right back. Enjoying the sensation of my well-fucked pussy, too. I was still full of him.

Shit
.

Probably nothing to worry about. I tried to remember the purple shaded ovulation dates on my period app – I’m sure I was safe enough.

The traffic was godawful and the queue for Nanna’s pills was long – the woman behind the counter was busy for an age, yapping on about athlete’s foot to some old guy who wouldn’t stop asking questions.

I checked the time.

Late.

Shit.

I raced back to work and Lorraine pulled a sour face at me.

“Nice of you to show,” she said.

“Sorry,” I said. “Nanna’s pills took ages. I’ll make up the time.”

Ten minutes, it was only ten minutes.

She took it out on me all afternoon, and it was unlike her. The whole thing was off.

I grabbed her by the arm when there was a lull in customers.

“Have I done something?” I said. “I mean, I know I was late, but you seem…”

She stared at me for ages and then she sighed. “Sorry, Jodie, it’s just… I’m concerned.”

“Concerned?”

She put a hand on her hip. “I thought you were past all this running around after Darren Trent. I thought you’d moved on. I
hoped
you’d moved on, for your sake.”

My cheeks burned, the memory of bailing from the taxi, drunk, ignoring Lorraine’s efforts to deliver me back to mine.

“I’m not
running around
after Darren, we’re just… exploring our options.”

She slapped her hand on the counter, and it took me aback. “Exploring your options?! With that fucking loser? He’s nothing but a player! He’s a fucking disgrace!” She caught herself, shook her head. “Sorry, Jo, I just… I didn’t want to say anything…”

My heart dropped. The expression on her face said it all.

“What?” I said.

She let out a sigh. “I tried to book my car in for some tyres last week, and do you know how long it would have taken him to fit me in?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Three weeks,” she said. “Three weeks for some poxy tyres. You know why?”

“I guess they’re pretty busy…”

“Busy fucking
anything with a pulse. I had to go into town in the end. Seriously, Jodie, he should remember he’s got a business to run down there, should try putting
his dick back in his pants every now and again and getting some
real
work done.”

I cleared my throat, ignored the paranoia in my belly. “They were doing real work earlier when I went down there. Plenty of cars booked in. Maybe you just caught him on a busy day?”

Real work apart from Porsche-bitch
.

The thought of a string of women down there made me feel queasy.

She scoffed, pulled a face. “That’s what he tells you, is it? Open your eyes, Jodie. The guy’s a fucking loser.”

“He doesn’t tell me anything, that’s just what I saw for myself.”

“He’s fucked at least twenty of our regulars, I’ve heard all the gory details. He’s putting it about like he’s some kind of fucking porn star, doesn’t have any regard for safe sex either, from what I’ve heard. You know, Mandy Taylor says he…”

I really didn’t want to hear what Mandy Taylor had to say about anything.

I held up a hand. “I appreciate your concern, Lorraine, really I do, but Darren and I have to sort through this crap for ourselves. I’d rather find out the score from him than worry about what big-mouth Mandy has to say. She’s hardly reliable.”

Her eyes were so angry. “And Trent is?”

I met her glare. “He’s not a liar, Lorraine. If I ask him, he’ll tell me.”

She scoffed at me. “And you’re going to ask him, are you?”