Free Fast and Furious by Trista Ann Michaels Page A

though they probably already knew what they were.

Chapter Ten
     
    Allie strolled back into the bay later that evening feeling as though she could jump out of her skin at any moment. It was after closing and she was surprised to see the guys still there and working. She was a bit embarrassed by what had happened earlier with getting sick, so she hung back, silently watching the three shirtless men as they worked their way around the bay.
    She’d wanted to come and work, to burn off some of the nervous energy she couldn’t seem to get rid of, forget what had happened earlier. But with the guys there, work was the last thing on her mind. Sex was the first.
    They’d closed the bay doors and turned on the window air units, cooling down the space and making it easier for them to work. Then why the hell did they still have their shirts off?
    She rubbed one sweaty palm down her leg as she imagined all the things she could do with three half-naked men. God, they looked incredible. All muscular and slick with sweat. Chase was the biggest, Logan a close second. Blaine was more cut and thinner than the other two but no less gorgeous.
    Every inch of her body heated with growing desire. All this nervous energy and the only thing she could think to do with it was to fuck. With a puff of disgusted air, she pushed away from the wall and headed to the Corvette on the far side of the bay, trying her best to ignore the three men driving her insane.
    It wouldn’t take much to have her running into their arms. She needed something—a touch, a kiss—something to ease the ache and terror eating their way through her chest. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not tonight. Maybe not for a while. She’d tried and every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was that young man’s lifeless stare.
    “Feeling better?” Logan asked as he strolled past her to get to the toolbox against the wall.
    Against the wall , she thought as she imagined him taking her there, hard and fast. She licked her lips and turned her attention back to the engine of the Corvette.
    “Sort of,” she murmured as she bent over.
    She could feel his eyes on her, staring at her ass as she bent over further. She knew she looked good. She knew what affect her body had on men, especially if she put her mind to seducing them.
    She really shouldn’t though. Now was not the time, despite the fact they were all there alone. Never mind that she needed to feel a human touch, especially a comforting one, so bad she wanted to scream. Now was just not the time.
    Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself.
    She glanced sideways toward Chase and felt her whole body heat from the desire in his intense green eyes. She moved her gaze to Blaine, who leaned against the Honda in the middle bay. His chocolate brown eyes watched her with a heated curiosity that made her spine tingle. She didn’t need to look behind her to know Logan was close. She could feel him staring, his gaze boring into her backside. She shifted her hips slightly in the hopes the move would entice him. She suddenly had the most insane urge to have him touch her.
    He didn’t though and her stomach dropped. She needed them tonight more than she could ever remember needing anyone. Nothing like three men to take your mind off a murder—to make you forget the horrors you’d seen and the danger you were now knee-deep in.
    She reached out and grabbed the hose, giving it a good tug in frustration. It gave way quicker than she’d expected and she smacked her elbow on the edge of the radiator. Cursing, she stood straight and lifted her arm to see the damage. It was red, but no broken skin, although it hurt like she’d split the damn thing open.
    Logan was instantly by her side, taking her arm in his gentle hands. “Let me see,” he whispered.
    The feel of his fingers slowly moving along her flesh made her stomach flutter in need. She was such a damn slut. She knew it and at the moment didn’t give a crap. She