Free Leather and Steel by Hennessee Andrews Page A

into a sexual escapade that lasted for nearly six months after.
    At the time she met Brock, she was only twenty-one and he twenty-four. Some could say she was wild, living life to fullest while planning her strategy to get out and see the world. Growing up poor hadn’t afforded her the comforts in life she’d dreamt of, so it was no wonder she worked as hard as she did to obtain her goals. Men didn’t fit in the picture. Sure, she loved them and adored sex, but she wasn’t ready for any kind of a commitment.
    The six months she spent heating up her bed with Brock was the most memorable time in her life and also the most bittersweet. When the relationship started to turn serious, she ran and ran far away. Since that time, she thought of him periodically, thinking of what might have been, sometimes wondering what lucky woman managed to catch him. She’d heard through the grapevine that, not long after she took a job in Boston, he’d transferred up north to North Dakota or somewhere equally as undesirable.
    The years passed by, but the memories were always deep in her subconscious. She compared every man she met to him, to the one she let get away. She cleared her throat and sat up. The day had already been long and now the tranquil sounds of the train were making her sleepy. Looking at her watch, she resigned herself to the fact she was going to miss the funeral, but she could at least make it to the graveside services. Mallory would just have to understand.
    Watching the cars crossing made her dizzy if she stared at them just right. The repetitious thump from a flat spot on one of the wheels invaded her mind, seducing her with its sensual rhythm. Slipping a finger under her skirt, she felt her soaked panties. Pushing the lace away, her finger dove into her wetness and her head fell back and eyes closed. The emotion of being back in Tulsa, the train and the heat drove her to touch and explore. Her pussy had swollen thinking of Brock and the times they shared. She could still accurately envision every plane of his chest and every defined muscle. She knew every dip and curve. She remembered every point on his body that drove him mad with desire.
    In return, Brock could stimulate an orgasm with a flick of his expert fingers. Her mind recreated the fire contained in his eyes and replayed his words when he brought her to the brink. “Come for me, beautiful.”
    She gasped as her fingers thrust in to tickle the spot Brock knew well. More heat flowed, coating her fingers with wetness. Thoughts of him made her body ignite into a raging inferno. A few measured strokes over her clit made her shudder with delight.
    “Mmm,” she purred as she felt a wash of relaxation spread throughout her.
    Pulling a wet wipe from her purse, she shook her head at her own behavior. She had to laugh out loud at being so bold. But that was how Brock had always made her feel, bold and sexy.
    Skye watched the lights of the crossbucks continue to flash. When she looked in the rearview mirror, she noted a long line of traffic sitting idle behind her. The end of the train cleared the crossing, revealing an open stretch of road ahead. The gates rose and the lights stopped blinking. Cars and trucks begun to inch forward with the occupants ready to continue their journey. Skye’s cell rang and she searched through her purse with one hand while keeping her eyes on the road. She pulled it out and answered. “Hello?”
    “Skye, where are the files for the Martin project?” Renee asked.
    “They should be saved under Martin, Renee.”
    “Well, they’re not and Angela is freaking out. We have a three o’clock appointment with them. We can’t afford to lose this project,” Renee squealed through the phone, making Skye’s ears ring.
    “I know, I know. Shit. How would I have saved them?” Skye began driving slowly as the traffic started to move. “Look under their first names. I may have accidently saved them that way.”
    Doubt and irritation had