Scout has always wanted to follow in her family’s business of custom bike building. Being female never stopped her from getting greasy and slapping on paint with the best of them, and made her work even harder at opening up her own shop someday.
When an opportunity to win $500,000 dollars in prize money presents itself, Scout and her group of misfit friends sign on the dotted line to be filmed for a reality television show to win it. But like anything in life there’s always a catch to free money.
When nightmares of the past meet dreams of the future, Scout is forced to face her demons, or be quickly over run by the memories. In the midst of her inner turmoil, family will come home, and possibly a life she never expected to have could be within her grasp.
:An exclusive from Thayne’s POV:
-His and Scout’s first time together through his eyes-
“Breathe, Scout,” I told her as I watched the blood drain from her face, I knew we were going too fast.
“Sorry,” she whispered not meeting my eyes.
“Nothing to be sorry about, Bella. Want to tell me what happened?” I asked wanting to know what I had done wrong.
“You were on top and I couldn’t breathe.”
I nodded, “Do you want to continue?” I didn’t want to push her any further, I didn’t want her to ever regret this.
“Yes,” she growled at me and my dick jerked in response to her sexy voice.
“Okay,” I rolled so I was on my back, since it seemed to be me lying on her that caused the issue, maybe if she was in control it would help. “Then we are going to do this another way, straddle my hips, Bella.”
She looked at me for a moment, looking so sad that I nearly stopped this whole thing, I could take a cold shower and jerk myself off; I’d been doing it for weeks now. Just as I was about to pull the plug she swung her legs over mine and sat on my cock. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head with the feel of her wet pussy sliding across my hard dick. She sat up on her knees and I grabbed ahold of my dick and teased myself against her, god I had dreamt of this. I slowly pushed into her moaning softly as her tight walls hugged the head of my cock. I stopped when I had the first inch in and let her slowly take the rest of myself in, fighting the urge to shove the rest of my cock into her. She was so fucking tight and I heard her gasp at the intrusion.
“Slow, Scout,” I warned, watching her face for discomfort.
After what seemed an eternity she was sitting on my hips and I was so deep inside of her, I reached up and pushed my hair from my face, “You okay?” I tried to stay still for her while her body got used to me and stretched to accommodate me
“Good,” she whimpered and began to move awkwardly.
“Here, let me, okay?”
I took hold of her hips and gently began to pull out before pushing back in slowly, my eyes rolled back and I groaned. When she began to move with me I couldn’t rein it in any longer and began to thrust into her with more force. When I felt her begin to flutter around me, I reached down and stroked her clit in time with my thrusts. When I felt her pussy squeeze around me I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist any longer and I thrust into her deeply, letting myself go, groaning out her name.
She fell forward against my chest, and I held her close as we both regained our breathing.
“I think I like sex” she murmured sleepily.
I laughed and kissed the top of her hair “glad to hear that” before rolling us to the side and gently pulling out of her. I pulled the condom off and tied the ends before tossing it on the floor, I would deal with it later. I curled around Scout running my fingers across her soft skin and listened to her breaths even out, following her quickly into sleep.
I woke up before her, she was tucked into my side her head on my chest and I watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful when she slept, so unlike when she was awake. I ran my fingers down her arms just enjoying this time before she woke up and I had to look into her haunted eyes. I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to what happened the night before, I only hoped that she didn’t regret it. I didn’t know how I would deal with that if she did.
I knew when she had woken because she immediately tensed in my arms.
“Shhh,” I whispered, “you’re safe.”
I felt her initial panic before her head swung up and she looked at me, her eyes taking on the haunted look that I hated. I knew what was going to happen next and I hated myself for it. I took a deep breath and waited for the regret and the pain to flash across her expressive face.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, “we had sex.”
I sighed and started plucking at my lip ring. “Not the reaction I was hoping for, but the one I have been waiting here for.” I took a deep breath, watching her emotions cross her face “we should have waited, Scout, fuck what was I thinking?”
“We had sex,” she said again and I didn’t know what to say to make this better, I wanted, no, needed to make this better, so when she was straddling me kissing me I didn’t know what to do or think.
“We had sex, we had great sex,” she murmured. “I want to have sex with you again.”
“Okay, now that wasn’t a reaction I was expecting,” I said in shock, then kissed her back.
She pulled away from me and gave me one of her heart stopping smiles, “Well I do try for the unexpected.”
:An excerpt from Painted Lines:
“Okay, so it seems we have to meet up with the stylist soon.” I told them, ignoring their concerned looks. Simon looked like he was about to say something, but I spoke up quickly, “Let’s not borrow problems, we have enough already, like making Liam pretty enough to stand beside me.” I joked.
Liam put his arm over my shoulder. “Now princess, you cannot honestly think you are prettier than I am, can you?”
I looked up at him and squinted my eyes taking his features in and shook my head “Li darling, I know I am prettier than you.”
He pulled my ponytail so my head was tipped back slightly so he could look in my eyes, “You are a brat, Harper Lee,” he declared with all the authority he could muster while grinning.
I nodded my head, “So you’ve told me,” I reminded him. “Okay, let’s go in and find out where we need to be.”
Apparently, what we needed to do was be attacked by three women who had consumed so much sugar and caffeine they acted and talked like hummingbirds on crack. Liam fit in perfectly, the rest of us though were more than a little weary of getting into their chairs and letting them, as they put it, “work their magic on our grease monkey asses.” When they discussed coloring my hair a “normal” color and cutting it shorter, they were told in no uncertain terms that, that was fine as long as they never planned to sleep again. After that, they just layered on pounds of makeup, tittered on about smoky eyes, and just kissed lips. In turn, I tuned them out, I had to for my own sanity.
After twenty minutes of them pulling, pinching, and plucking, along with enough hair products to kill what was left of the ozone, they finally let me out of their chair. I looked over at the other guys and couldn’t help the snicker that my guys were all wearing make-up, which wasn’t unusual for Liam, but the other two did not look happy about it. When all three looked up at me, their jaws dropped and they stared. I began to fidget when none of them said anything, just sat there looking at me.
“Holy shit, Harper Lee,” Liam breathed out, “you’re a girl.”
I scowled and flipped them all off and went to find the clothes they planned for us to wear to film the vignette. When I saw what they planned for me, my jaw dropped. I started shaking my head, trying to take in what hung up on the rack with my name attached to it.
“Huh uh, nope, no way in fucking hell.” I muttered to myself spinning around in search of someone to yell at. Nope, not happening, no way was I wearing skin tight fucking jumpsuit.
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