Under His Skin
by S.I. Hayes and J. Haney Genre: Contemporary Romance with a twist of Suspense
At twenty-six Dorian Gallagher has it all. Money, power, he’s used to fast cars and faster women. He gets what he wants when he wants it. Being put in charge of the build for the Gallagher family’s newest theme park has dropped him in Tennessee. Bored out of his mind he decides to go get some new ink and finds himself face to face with a beautiful woman who doesn’t know his famous last name. Can he charm this dark beauty, or will she just stick him and run?
Charlotte (Charlie) Herrick is a free spirit. She drives a big truck, rides a motorcycle and carries a gun. All while dancing around in the layers of tulle that make up her usual cheek baring tutus. Her life was hers. Until she meets Dorian Gallagher, now she doesn’t know which way is up and life has become something more than just the shop, fishin’ and moonshine. He says he’s just here for the year, so she convinces herself it’s just a fling. Can she stay true to her convictions or will this Amusement Park Prince finally get his princess?
Wrist work, hard pressed, and coming up… This is what I’ve been exposed to for the last little bit. It has been funny watching Dorian squirm though. I got Dorian all wrapped up so we could sit at the front desk and wait for the food. He’s going through my books now, of pieces I’ve drawn and actual work I’ve done mostly humming here and ahhing there.
“Tell me Dorian why Tennessee? Other than this park you’re putting in.”
“I’m from LA and I’m just here for the park. The old man thinks it’s a good place to put in a new one. He can’t be here so I am.”
“Got a woman back home? Maybe a kid or two?”
Dorian shakes his head no. “No?”
“More the hit’ em and quit’ em type?”
“You’re very vague.”
“Your questions are open ended.”
“Ever planning on getting rid of the bad boy look?”
“This is just my weekend gear. Monday through Friday, I’m in a suit.”
I look from Dorian down to myself. “Yeah, not me.”
“We all got our uniforms. Yours is just less than mine.”
I stand as I see the pizza guy heading for the door. I walk past Dorian to get the food. Dorian goes to get up. “Don’t worry about it’s already covered.”
“I said I’d take care of it.”
“It’s your birthday remember?” Dorian gives me a half-hearted grin. I get all the food in and lock back up. I move things off the desk and set the food out. “Want a Pepsi or Coke?”
I nod walking off down the hall. I grab a Pepsi for me and a Coke for Dorian. As I come back down the hall I ask another question. “How’d you get out without your shadow?”
Dorian starts laughing. “Um, I sneezed.”
He sighs. “Connor’s a bit of a clean freak. So, when I sneezed he was afraid I was getting a cold, he started disinfecting the cabin right down to the dog.”
“Are you sure he isn’t gay?”
“No, he’s got a girlfriend back home.”
“Makes sense. He seems like a good one.” Dorian scoffs and shakes his head. “You’re getting better, but you’ve been a dick from our first meeting.”
“You ain’t been no picnic either, sweetheart.”
“I never said I wasn’t a bitch.”
“Shut up and eat.”
“You can’t make me.” I say looking at him with my hands on my hips. Dorian whispers something to himself as he stands. I start backing up. “What are you doing?
Dorian picks up a potato skin then starts walking toward me. For every step, he’s taken toward me I’ve taken two backward. He picks up his pace. “Come on eat it and nobody gets hurt.”
I look to my sides then dart to the right, so I’m not pinned against the door. “I’m not afraid of getting hurt.”
Dorian takes one step forward and one to the right then he’s got an arm wrapped around my middle. He has the potato skin in his other hand coming at my mouth. I cover my face with his chest and my arms.
Dorian pins me against him and the island before he hand trails up my back and snatches my ponytail. He pulls me too look at him. My green eyes met his blue ones and for once I’m afraid of losing.
Dorian is holding the potato skin in his thumb and ring finger then with his index and middle finger around my nose. I hold my breath and it doesn’t take long before I start squirming. He lets loose my hair and starts tickling me then let’s loose of my nose. I don’t think twice I cup his nuts and cock in one hand and then bite his nipple.
Dorian laughs. “You desperate, desperate woman.” Then he smashes the potato on my head.
“You lost. I didn’t eat it.”
“Eat it, wear it, let them have cake.” He grabs a piece of cake and is heading right for me.
“Hey, hey we’re supposed to be finishing you ink tonight.” I say holding my hands up in front of me.
“Eat the cake.”
“Come on you know you want it.”
“Boy isn’t that a loaded statement.”
Dorian doesn’t hesitate he smashes the cake in my cleavage. I cup him again because I know it’s the only way I can keep him from moving. I get the cake from my tits and rub in down his face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop, stop. I lost a contact lens.”
“Can you see anything?”
“Sure, on the right side.”
I cover my mouth trying not to giggle. “I’m sorry.”
Dorian is wiping cake from his face. “It’s okay I’m just half blind now”
“Want me to take you home? I can finish up any day.”
“I just need a sink.”
“And I need a shower. You know I didn’t care about my hair but the girls didn’t do anything to you.”
“Yes, teasing me all fucking night.” He mumbles walking away.
Lust the second circle of Hell I am in it deep. If I thought she was killing me in those shorts, I am officially dead now that she’s come out in a corset and leather mini skirt. She acts strange while we eat, like that shower washed away the sass and spitfire, making her awful agreeable. Not sure what to do with that, but I know it’s taken a lot of concentration to not pop wood or do the things my body is screaming at me to do. I don’t know if we were playing or flirting or both. She cleans up the back of the shop as I take care of the front and then we are headed for her truck.
“You gonna need a hand in with that skirt on?” I ask, looking at her trying to negotiate the height of her truck.
“Uh- Nope I can handle it.” She tries getting a leg up, but the skirt won’t allow her to lift it high enough without her having to hike it up to her waist.
“Just let me give you a boost.” I come around the truck and bend down, cupping my hands into a low step. She hesitates but steps up, as she hits the trucks step I push her up from the hips and realize the possible cause for her sudden lack of playfulness. The girls got no panties on, and from the scent I’ve just been slammed with, I’d say I’ve gotten her motor running a few times tonight. I groan internally, as she slides into the truck and I close the door.
I come around and take my spot next to her, strapping myself in before I can do anything I may regret.
“My place is just up in to the back of the mountain.” I manage with a dry throat.
“Okay, just um let me know where to turn off.”
“You got it.” I sit back and stare forward. Fuck me this girl as a friend thing, I don’t think I’m capable of it. I just keep thinking about getting that bottom lip of hers bouncing off my cock. I sit here and start to play with my snake bite piercing, popping the barbells up and out of my mouth.
That is until I notice her wiggle in her seat, I know that wiggle, I’ve caused it enough in my lifetime. She’s gonna leave a spot on the seat if she isn’t careful. “You alright?” I ask. “You got awful quiet.” I click my tongue.
“Fine.” She quips quickly.
“You sure there’s nothing I can help you with?”
She clears her throat, and answers again only this time through her teeth. “Positive.”
I nod as we hit a red light. I’m half tempted to just slip across the seat and get my fingers up that skirt, but she’s still got me on lock down with her movements. I watch her as she down shifts and the truck stalls for a second.
She’s as frustrated as me, maybe more. It’s written all over her face. We have just passed her house and are surrounded in darkness as we pull into my driveway. It’s pitch blackness, meaning Connor is a sleep.
“Give me a moment, I’m just gonna grab a new set of contacts. I’m not waking him up.”
She nods at me, not speaking. I run into the house and pat Royal on the head before heading in to the bathroom for a new pair of contacts. Fuck, that was my last set? Damn it, I go into the bedroom and grab my wire frame glasses and putting them on head back outside.
I open the truck door and I can smell her. My cock twitches and I need a breather, but there’s no time, I’m back in the truck and sitting beside her once again.
“Back to get your car?”
“Seems that way, doesn’t it?”
It would seem she hit every pot hole and bump on the way back, I watch her squeezing her thighs together more than a dozen times and I just keep thinking about how wet she must be. How ready to take a cock, my cock? Can’ t stop thinking about getting between her thighs and making her whimper my name. How hot it could be to just pull off to the side of the road, and drag her little body down the seat and bury my face in her pussy. I have to adjust my sitting position, so she doesn’t see the now raging hard on I’ve got.
We get to my truck and she pulls up right next to it.
“When do you want me to come back in? I’m working eight to four all week.”
“I have all the stuff I need at my house. If coming to the shop is too much I mean I can do it at home.”
“Then you would just have to stop off on your way home”
I unstrap myself and turn to her. “You sure that’s a good idea?” I ask, my hands moving toward her on the seat.
“It’ll be fine.”
“I just don’t want some boyfriend or brother knocking in my door because they think something is going on. I mean between us.”
“There is no boyfriend, you’ve seen my brother, does he really scare you?”
“No, not particularly.” I laugh, as I realize I’ve traveled across the seat. We’re just inches from each other. “Well, good night.” I smirk getting out of her tuck and into my SUV. Before I can even get it started she’s peeled away. She hits the light and I’m right behind her, we get out of town and hit the back road and I can’t take it anymore. I rev my engine, drop the gear and I’m in front of her. She tries to pass me but I swerve and cut her off, driving into the shoulder taking her with me.
I’m out of the SUV in a flash and as she’s still looking around I rip her car door open. She tries to speak but I don’t give her the chance I’m up on the step and my lips crash on to hers.
She breaks the kiss, “Are you crazy? You couldn’t have just followed me home or some-” I silence her with a harder deeper kiss. I lean in to her pulling her toward me, my hand slipping between her legs. She slams her thighs closed on it, but I’ve already got a hold of her. My thumb slips up and connects under her hood. She bites down on my lip and I smile as her thighs part and I’m able to drive my middle fingers into her. She grabs my wrist as she slides up and down on the seat and my hand. I kiss down her neck and lick across the top of each lifted breast then go back to her moaning mouth, feeling her start to tighten up around me. She comes, and I break the kiss finally.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at your place around five-thirty.” With that I walk away going back to my truck sucking her cum off my fingers.
J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.
S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio. Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.
The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in general led to the idea of A County Fair Romance and A Sex, Drugs and Rock Romance adding to it Working Class Beauties and soon Kincaid Falls. Along with various Standalone novels. So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you know just in case.