Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(54)

“I’m not sure that’d be the best thing in this situation,” she said simply, hiding a smile.

“Face it. You’re soaking wet now, thinking about what I could do to you.”

“Hardly.”

“Whatever you say. I’ll fully admit that your little sundress gets me hard as fucking hell.”

“Is this all we’re doing now? You’re going to talk dirty until Janey comes?”

“I wouldn’t mind that, though I’d rather do dirty things to you than just talk it.”

She opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it. “She’s here,” she said after a second.

I turned and saw Janey coming toward us, smiling. She was wearing jeans and an ATV T-shirt, looking like she’d just gotten off work. I stood up. “Janey,” I said. “Good to see you.”

“Same to you, Travis. I was surprised when you called.”

“Why?”

“You seemed a little distant at the tour place. Thought it might be weird between us.”

I shook my head. “Not weird at all.”

We sat back down and Janey smiled at Hartley. “Good to see you again,” she said.

“Same to you.”

Janey looked at me, still smiling, but I could see something behind her eyes. Something dark and harder than at first glance.

“Well, Travis, what’s this little meeting about?” she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. “Catching up with an old friend.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “I know you’ve been asking around about me. I’ve been doing a little digging myself.” Janey smiled at Hartley. “Little miss Hartley Baker. How much exactly does your family owe the Dixie assholes?”

I couldn’t believe how fast she transformed from the sweet southern girl to being all business. It was like she shape-shifted before my very eyes. Hartley looked completely taken aback, but neither of us should have been surprised. Janey hid behind her pretty looks and her confident, earnest smile, but beneath that mask she was all cold-blooded.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Should have known you’d figure us out,” I said.

Hartley shot me a look, even more surprised.

Janey shrugged. “Not much goes down in this town without me finding out about it.”

“Guess you already figured it was me last night that caused all that noise?” I asked.

Hartley was practically having a heart attack in her seat. I kept cool though, trying not to look at her. She knew the general idea of the plan, but she probably hadn’t figured out the particulars yet.

“I guessed,” Janey confirmed, “though I wasn’t sure. You killed one of my men, Travis.”

I nodded. “I did. He drew down on me first, though. You’ll notice that the other guy is alive and well.”

She nodded slowly. “That’s true. And the man you killed was known for having something of a wild streak to him.”

“Wild streak? More like suicidal. I had a gun drawn down on him and he still pulled the trigger.”

“So. You broke onto my property, killed one of my men, scouted out my operation, and now you want to talk. What’s the deal here, Travis?”

I smiled at her. “Here’s the thing, Janey. You’ve become pretty damn powerful in this town, and you’ve pissed some people off, namely the Dixie Mafia. Right now, the Mafia wants me to steal back the shipment you stole from them originally to pay off Hartley’s debt. But I was thinking you and me could come to some other arrangement.”

Hartley was slowly getting herself under control, but I could tell she was immensely uncomfortable. Janey smiled and leaned toward me.

“Now why the fuck would I do that, Travis Rock?”

“I was hoping out of love for my brother.”

She paused. “Fuck your brother. I’m glad he’s dead. That dumb shithead was holding me back.”

I clenched my jaw for a second. She was testing me and we both knew it. I wasn’t going to rise to the bait.

“Okay then. You should do it because I have an inside track against the mafia. We can help each other here. We have a mutual enemy.”

“I don’t know. It seems like we’re enemies.”

“We don’t have to be.”

“Why would I trust you?”

I spread my hands. “I’m coming to you fair and open here.”

“After sneaking around my property.”

“Point taken, but I had to see for myself what kind of operation you’re running.”

“And?” she asked, an eyebrow raised, a slight smile on her face.

“You’re running some serious shit, Janey,” I said. “I’m very impressed.”

“Well thank you, Travis Rock.” She was smiling, and I thought she might be fucking enjoying this.

“Janey, listen. You can keep chipping away at the Dixie Mafia, keep losing people, keep spilling blood. Or, you can join up with me, help us find a solution to our problem, and strike a big blow against those assholes in the process.”

Janey leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, smiling at me. I glanced at Hartley and held her gaze for a second. Hartley looked calm, the calmest she’d been since Janey walked in the door. I was proud of her for getting her emotions under control.

“Why don’t I just kill you both and save myself the trouble?” she asked.

“You could try that,” I said, “but you’ll find it’s harder than you think.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay, Travis. Here’s the deal I’m willing to make. I want you to get me two thousand dollars to pay for the life you took away from me. He was wild, but he was a good worker. Once you pay me, and we establish some trust, then maybe I’ll play ball.”

“Sounds fair,” I said.

“You have two days, but the sooner, the better.”

“We’ll be in touch.”

Janey stood up and paused. “It really is good seeing you again, Travis.”

“Same to you, Janey.”

She smiled at Hartley before turning and leaving the diner.

I looked at Hartley. “Well?”

“I don’t trust her.”

“Neither do I, but we need her to trust us.”

“Where are we getting two thousand dollars? I don’t have it.”

“We’ll get the Dixie to pay for that.”

She laughed. “No way. Why would they?”

“We’re playing a tightrope game here, Hartley. It’s damn dangerous, but the payoff is big. Can you keep up?”

She blinked at me and then slowly leaned toward me. “I can keep up,” she said softly.

“Damn right you can.”

She was staring at me intently with these eyes, and I knew just what they meant. I pushed my chair back and stood. “Come on,” I ordered.

She stood up and followed me. I led her outside, back out into the parking lot. The car was parked at the far end of the lot, away from the other cars, and we walked fast to cross the empty space to get there. Nobody was around, not a single soul in sight. Once we made it to the car, I grabbed her by the hand and pushed her against the rear driver’s side door.

“Travis,” she said.

I kissed her hard, not caring what she was going to say next.

She kissed me back instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Fuck, I’d needed this since that night. Things had been insane around us, making all these plans and doing crazy shit, but this was what I’d needed the whole time. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about her body against mine, about the way she tasted. The girl was on my mind, lodged deep in my brain. I was doing all of this for her, and I barely could understand why.

But as we kissed, part of it made sense. I knew she was something important, something special, though I couldn’t tell why. I’d never experienced this with a woman before, but Hartley drove me fucking crazy.

I pressed her back against the car, letting my body push against hers, feeling her lips against mine. We kissed hard, and her taste flooded my mind, becoming the only thing I could think about. My hands explored her body before finally ending at her hair. I took a handful and tipped her head back, making her gasp as I kissed her neck.

“Travis,” she said softly. “We can’t do this. We’re in public.”

“Doesn’t look like public to me,” I said. “Looks like we’re alone.” The nearest car was fifty feet away and we were bathed in darkness. The streetlight in the parking lot was broken, making the whole place black.

“Anybody can catch us,” she whispered.

I slowly pressed my free hand against her stomach and slid my fingers down between her legs. She let out a soft moan as I found her soaking clit. I smirked at her.

“Seems like you don’t care much about that,” I said.

“Shit. Sometimes your body betrays you.”

“Not this time. Your body knows what’s best.”

She moaned as I kissed her again and began to slowly work her clit, that soaking fucking pussy. Her body drove me insane, and I loved the way she responded to my touch. It was like she couldn’t get enough, her soft moans and the way she moved her hips. I was hard as fuck, but I wanted to taste her, to make her come so badly. I wanted to get her off and make her moan my name, over and over.

I couldn’t fucking wait. I wasn’t driving back to the apartment. I wasn’t letting this moment pass. I grabbed her shorts and quickly unbuttoned them.