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The Way He Looks at Me (MF)

What Are Friends For 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 30,533
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, voyeurism, HEA]

Karen Stacey knew she should’ve listened to her friends about getting a new car since hers kept dying, but then she wouldn’t be getting rescued by the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. Even though going off with a stranger is against every safety rule she’d been taught, when Blue looks at her with those intense blue eyes, she agrees to let him take her into town to wait for a tow truck. She probably would have agreed to a lot more than that.

Blue Collins would never leave a woman in distress. Offering to take Karen to his bar to wait for her friend to come and get her was one thing, but taking her upstairs to see his private apartment is something else. Kissing her is a risk he has to take. When she kisses him back, he is willing to do whatever he can to get more.

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Karen tossed her phone onto the faded and cracked leather seat next to her. She scanned the area around her and shook her head. There was nothing but scraggly little shrubs as far as she could see. She yanked the keys out of the ignition and walked to the trunk. Just as she slid the key in the slot, she heard a car coming.

Not a car, she thought as she turned around. The pickup truck seemed to get bigger as it got closer. She fisted her hand around the keys. The truck pulled over and stopped a few feet behind her. The driver’s door opened, and a guy stepped out. His feet hit the ground while he was still getting out, so Karen’s scientific mind did the quick calculations and figured he was about six four.

Her powers of observation took in everything about him as he walked toward her. Rugged and handsome were her first two thoughts. His dark-brown hair was almost long enough to pull back in a ponytail, and he had scruffy stubble that could be considered a goatee. He had on worn-in work boots, faded blue jeans, a muscle shirt that showed he had every right to wear it, and aviator-style mirror sunglasses.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“My car died.” Karen didn’t know how she managed to talk without drooling.

“I’d offer to take a look, but I’m no good with cars. Can I give you a lift somewhere? There’s a garage in town.” His offer was accompanied with a pearly-white smile.

All the safety rules her parents had taught her were useless now. Never go with strangers, her mother had warned, but something about this guy threatened to overrule her. He took off his sunglasses and their gazes locked. The icy-blue color of his eyes took her breath away. Just by looking into them, something told her she could trust him. She wondered if she was getting heatstroke or something, because she knew it was insane to think she could trust someone when she didn’t even know his name.

“I…um…don’t live around here. I called a tow truck, but it’s going to be a while before it gets here.” She noted that she sounded a little breathless and wondered if it was another symptom of heatstroke.

“Well, there’s a bar about a mile and a half that way.” He pointed in the direction she had been heading. “It’s just outside of town. I could take you there to wait.”

“I should stay with the car.” She couldn’t even lock it up with the top stuck down.

The guy nodded. “Okay, but I can’t in good conscience leave you here, so we’ll take it with us.”

His tone made it sound like he thought it would be so easy to do. “How?”

“I have some tow chains in the back of my truck. I’ll hook them to your undercarriage and tow you in.”

“How far did you say it was?” Not that it mattered, because it had to be better than sitting there in the sun, alone on the side of the road.

“About a mile and a half, but no one really uses this road unless they live out this way, so it should be smooth sailing.”

“I guess that would be okay. I just need to make a quick phone call.” She needed to let someone know where to start looking for her body if she disappeared.

“I’ll get us hooked up.” He started back for his truck, and Karen got a good look at the back of him.

Broad shoulders, trim waist, nice ass, as far as looks went, he seemed like the total package. Lucky for her she was cautious enough not to judge people by their looks. She rushed to the passenger side of the car and snatched up her cell phone. Dialing Amy’s number, she watched him move his truck in front of the car.

“Dooley’s,” Amy chirped.

“Hey, it’s me again.” Karen watched the guy—good grief, she didn’t even know his name—pull some ropes with big hooks out of the toolbox that lay across the back of his truck.

“Did it burst into flames?” Amy giggled at her own joke.

“That’s not funny.” Karen barely held back her own laughter.

“Sorry.” Amy’s tone didn’t sound even the tiniest bit sorry.

“Yeah, right. Listen, this guy stopped and is going to use tow ropes to get my car into the next little town. He said it’s not far.”

“Does this guy have a name?” Amy reminded her she needed to ask.

“I’m sure he does, but I don’t know it yet.”

“I don’t like the idea of you taking off with some strange guy any more than I want you sitting in the middle of nowhere all alone.” Karen knew Amy was coming to that same conclusion she had. “I want you to stay on the phone with me the whole time.”

“Don’t you think that’ll seem a little odd?”

“Remember when we were around fourteen and your mother insisted we all wear sweaters to that carnival? Her exact words were, ‘I don’t care how it looks. I want to know you’re warm.’ I agree with her. I don’t give a shit how it looks. I want to know you’re safe.”

“Fine.” Karen headed for the car where the guy was now standing waiting for her.

“And find out his name before you go anywhere.” She laughed at Amy’s demand.

“Ready to go?” the guy asked.

“According to my friend, I can’t go unless I know your name.”

He laughed, and she saw the lines crinkle at his eyes and mouth, hinting that he liked to do it a lot. “I’m Barry Collins, but everyone calls me Blue.”

Karen slid her hand into his and barely held back a sigh as their palms met. “Karen Stacey.”

“Nice to meet you, Karen.” He tipped his chin in the direction of her phone. “Would you like me to assure your friend you’ll be safe with me?”

“Give him the phone,” Amy shouted in her ear, and Karen held out the phone. “I’m sure that would make her feel better.”

“Hello. Yes, I’ve done this before. She’ll be safe at the Bottoms Up.” Karen wanted to laugh as he gave Amy the address and rattled off a phone number then handed the phone back to her.

“So, am I good to go?” she asked both him and Amy.

He nodded, and Amy sighed. “Oh, my God, is he as hot as he sounds?”




Karen tugged the white T-shirt Blue had given her over her head. She considered herself lucky he had a stack of them in the office, even if it did say Fill My Glass on the front and the glasses just so happened to be strategically placed on her breasts. Blue explained it was the name of the team he played for in a local bar baseball league. Her purple bra could be seen through the material, but the V-neck showed off enough cleavage to make her think she should wear T-shirts more often. The way Blue sat there staring at her probably should have made her a little nervous. His gaze followed her every move, yet he never moved from his chair. She tucked the shirt into her jeans and smoothed it across her stomach.

“Good as new. Hell, maybe even better.” Karen stuck her arms out and did a little spin, letting him get the full effect.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt.” He got to his feet and walked right past her, heading for the door.

Since he ripped her shirt, he hadn’t touched her in any way. Even though he seemed relieved that she had been laughing, not crying, he had taken a huge mental and physical step back. So much for him being willing. She wasn’t going to push him, mainly because she had no idea what the hell to say. As she walked over to where he stood, he started to open the door.

“Well, it was nice to see you. Thanks for the shirt.” She figured it was best to get the hell out of there with her dignity still intact.

“Wait a minute.” Blue caught her around the waist with his arm and pulled her back into the room as he slammed the door. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

She shrugged, and he said, “Well, it sounded an awful lot like good-bye.”

Karen might not be the most outspoken person, but she wasn’t a shrinking violet, either. “Maybe it was. I mean, you’re acting like you regret what we were doing, so I think it might be a good idea if we didn’t go any further.”

“I don’t regret it.” He moved closer, giving her nowhere to go. “In fact, it’s just the opposite. I want to do it again. My concern was that if I touch you now, you won’t be leaving this room until we’re both satisfied.”

“Really?” She couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice.

He nodded. “Don’t sound so happy. This puts you in a very vulnerable position.”

“Maybe I like this position.” Karen knew he was right, but it didn’t stop her for reaching for him.

Karen grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled him forward. Blue came willingly. One of his hands landed on the wall behind her, the other on her hip. His mouth came down on hers gently, yet demandingly. The hungry kiss brought on a boldness stronger than she’d ever felt before. Karen decided to ignore the warning bells in her head and just go with it. She slid her hands along his jeans until she reached the button, which she easily freed. The sound of the zipper as she tugged it down was the only sound in the room.

Blue growled into her mouth as she dipped her hand into his pants and cupped him. He pressed his cock harder against her hand, and she squeezed. His growing erection was long and thick, and Karen wanted more of it. She struggled a little bit, but she managed to tug his boxers out of the way so she could wrap her fingers around his shaft. With a firm grip, she stroked him. Slow, even strokes from the base to the smooth, big head had him squirming under her touch.

He kissed his way from her mouth to her neck. Karen was so lost in what she was doing that she didn’t realize he was unbuttoning her jeans. It wasn’t until the constricting material that held her belly in and helped give her a slimmer look was replaced by his palm that she caught on. She instinctively sucked her stomach in as he swept his hand lower. His fingers had a slight roughness that grazed her skin as he slipped them into her panties. He parted her damp curls and slid along her pussy. Karen shifted, letting her pants slide downward on her hips, but she widened her legs to keep them from going too far. Now that he had more room, he wasted no time in bringing her to the edge. With his thumb on her clit, he worked his finger in and out of her, pleasing and teasing her until she wanted to scream.

Karen hoped she gave as good as she got. She tightened her fist and quickened her strokes of his cock, earning a deep rumble from him, and he pressed the heel of his palm harder against her mound as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her.


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