Page 82 of The Devil's Revelation
THIRTY-NINE
IZZY
I will do anything to work on this car. Anything.
“Hopefully in here you won’t cause any trouble,” Torque teases me as he leads me into an outbuilding not far from where we were target practicing yesterday. An event that ended with Bullet taking the guns away from us, and growling at Rose; who then cursed him out until he finally hauled her over his shoulder and carried her inside. I didn’t miss the wicked, and anticipatory, grin on her face though. She knew what she was doing, and it got her the exact result she was hoping for.
King wasn’t much better. He hauled Sage over his shoulder, but instead of ignoring her, he smacked her ass hard enough that it echoed back to us in the open air and made her screech like a banshee.
Syn ignored it all like it was completely normal and set to work on getting things cleaned up to haul back to her place. Stone helped, but he was glaring and grumbling at her the entire time. I’m really not sure what’s going on with those two, but I can tell they’re either going to end up together or hating each other. I almost want to get some popcorn and sit back to watch the show, but Torque had other ideas.
Torque, thankfully, had the good sense not to even try hauling me off. Instead, he shook his head and led me back inside. He even drew me a hot bath and cleaned out the cuts I hadn’t noticed on my skin. He really is a good boyfriend, and I’m not going to lie, it makes my belly feel all squishy and warm.
This morning, though, I’m paying for all that fun. My entire body hurts and I’m limping a little because of a huge bruise on my ass and hip from falling on the hard ground so much. These are the times I wished I had a bit more cushion on my bones because, damn, this hurts.
“I feel like if I hang out with your mother and the girls long enough I can get in trouble anywhere if I really think about it,” I point out with a smirk as he shuts the door behind me and flicks on the light.
I look around and smile. It’s a one man shop, with a large toolbox, metal bench, and dirt floor. In the middle is a classic 1964 cherry red Mustang, and I can’t stop the moan that comes out of my mouth. This car is a thing of beauty, and also one of my dream cars to own. Zeb would shit himself if he saw this here. He’s been looking for a while, and I have to keep myself from taking a picture and sending it to him to rub it in his face.
“Damn, if I’d known that you seeing this would make you moan like that I’d have brought you here the first time I met you,” Torque chuckles, eyes heated as he looks at me.
“Do not toy with me, Torque,” I warn him. “I have wanted to work on one of these for a damn long time. I may just live here now if you tell me this is what we’re working on today.”
“Will I get sexual favors if I say yes?”
I give him a serious look. “I will give you all the blow jobs you want, and will bear your future children if I get to work on this car, and drive it when it’s done. Not to mention I can find shit to do to you that will make any hooker look cheap.”
Torque snorts and grins widely. “Damn, alright then. Who can pass up an offer like that? But no butt stuff, that’s my only requirement. Well, unless it’s me getting to do it to yours,” he says with a leer.
I roll my eyes. “Why men like that, I don’t know, but we’ll discuss it. Now, what are we doing with this beauty today before I shove you out and lock the door?”
Torque takes my hand and pulls me farther into the room. “I like to come in here when I need time to myself and need to think. With everything going on yesterday, I figured we could take some time for ourselves and decompress.”
“So you’re going to let me work on your project with you?” I don’t know why, but the thought of that touches me more than if he had offered me a million dollars and a yacht.
“I figure this could be aweproject now,” he says with a shrug. “This place can get really busy and damn crowded, so if you need a spot to come and enjoy the quiet, this can be the one. I’ve got a key being made for you.”
I move into his arms without thinking and press my mouth to his, giving him a soft kiss. “For not knowing much about relationships, you’re pretty damn good at it so far,” I murmur as I pull away.
He smiles down at me, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight. “Gotta stack up those points for when I screw up,” he teases, kissing me on the nose.
I smirk. “Your mother and Sage already offered to help me when you royally screw up, but I’ll keep those points in mind.”
He groans and lets me go. “I knew I should have kept you away from those two. They’re going to corrupt you for sure now.”
“I think that horse has already left the barn,” I laugh. “Now, come on, show me what we’re doing today.”
We spend the next couple of hours working on the car’s engine, trying to figure out what the hell is making it hard to start. It’s relaxing and I’m enjoying it immensely. I would have thought working with Torque would be intimidating, but he’s patient when I ask questions, showing me things I hadn’t thought of. Never once do I feel like he’s getting annoyed with me, or acting like because I’m a woman that I don’t know what I’m talking about.
He also doesn’t get annoyed or discount any ideas I have. There’s a respect here that I’ve rarely had, and my heart squeezes in my chest. If I wasn’t halfway in love with him before, I definitely am now. I look at him out of the corner of my eye when he stops, straightens, and lifts the bottom of his t-shirt up to wipe at his face. He looks at the car with narrowed eyes, and I can see his frustration building that we can’t get it figured out. I feel it too, but I figure it’s because we’ve been at this too long.
I straighten, grab a cloth, and wipe my hands. Torque barely glances at me, hands going to his hips as he mutters under his breath about the engine and calling it a few creative names. I almost smile, but instead, I set the cloth down and look at the man who I barely know, but am already heading towards obsessed with. I should be worried that it's almost too good for me, but I don’t care.
Maybe we need to take a break, and I have the perfect idea. The perfect fantasy if you will.
I move towards him, put my hand on his chest, and start pushing him backwards until his back hits the wall. He looks down at me in surprise and confusion. “Something wrong?” he asks.
“You could say that,” I purr softly. His entire body tightens, and his eyes sharpen on mine. “I think we should take a break and maybe try something new.”
