Hard Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides Book #3

  Hard Ride

  Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #3

  Jayne Rylon

  Happy Endings Publishing

  Copyright © 2019 by Jayne Rylon

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  eBook ISBN: 978-1-947093-05-8

  Print ISBN: 978-1-947093-06-5

  Contents

  About The Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

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  There’s a thin line between love and hate.

  Kyra Kado hates Van Hernandez. Or at least she wishes she could. Ever since she kissed him and he rejected her as a “mistake”, things have been tense onboard their tour bus. Kyra takes out her aggression during her drumming performances as a member of Kason Cox’s band and tries not to think about how well Van guards her body between their shows.

  Until she meets Ollie Dawes, who’s the perfect distraction. Funny, flirty, and cute AF, he takes her mind off Van. The Hot Rides salvage man is used to being alone on his solo part-finding missions, but she suspects he’d rather not be lonely anymore. She can relate. So she invites him to come see a show.

  When Van discovers Kyra and Ollie performing an illicit encore together, he goes berserk. Distancing herself from Van might keep Kyra’s heart safe, but what about her body? A string of unsettling incidents make Kyra afraid one of her admirers has crossed the line from fan to fanatic.

  With Ollie and Van teamed up to protect Kyra, she isn’t sure she’ll survive being torn between the two men she craves. She might have to sacrifice her friendships with them to stay sane, unless she can think of a way to keep them both in her life or in her bed.

  * * *

  This is a standalone book in the Hot Rides series and includes an HEA with no cheating. The series is part of the greater universe where both the Powertools and Hot Rods books are also set, so you can visit with many of your previous favorite characters and see what they’re up to now!

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  Kyra laughed as she danced in a circle, wiggling her ass and pumping her fist. “Can you believe that happened? I’m so fucking happy for them.”

  Beside her, Ollie grinned, showing off his bright white, if slightly crooked teeth. She loved his smile. It was so much like the rest of him—full of personality, inspiring joy.

  Her friend and boss, Kason Cox, had just professed his undying love for Ollie’s two friends, Wren and Jordan, in front of tens of thousands of fans who’d attended their concert. He’d been nervous as fuck to publicly debut the love song he’d written for his lovers. The energy that had radiated from the mostly supportive crowd had blown him, and Kyra, away. It had been the most important performance of her drumming career and she wasn’t ashamed to admit they’d nailed it.

  “It was awesome. They deserve this.” Ollie sighed, then joked, “I guess this makes us like friends-in-laws or something now.”

  “Yeah, it does.” Kyra grinned and fist bumped him. Seeing more of Ollie would be fine by her. She’d gotten used to his quirky sense of humor and his quiet loyalty and, sure, the way he flirted with her every chance he got. Plus his pet hedgehog, Mr. Prickles, was seriously adorable.

  From the instant she’d met Ollie at a party thrown by their mutual friends, he’d made her feel welcome and…wanted.

  Which was something Kyra hadn’t experienced in long enough that she’d nearly forgotten how it could make her heart race and her whole day brighten.

  True, crowds roared every night she spent on tour. But they were pretty much in love with Kason, who was the front man and the artist behind most of their music. Hell, half the people who bought a ticket to see her play probably didn’t even know her name. The way Ollie made her feel was more personal than a stranger’s adoration could ever be.

  She cleared her throat. In the wake of the profound sincerity Kason had displayed on stage, she realized she owed Ollie at least a glimpse of her gratitude. “You know, meeting you guys at Hot Rides has changed our lives for the better. Not only Kason’s, but mine too.”

  “How so?” Ollie leaned his shoulders up against the exterior wall of the stadium and propped one foot flat on the cinder blocks. Was he really that casual or simply pretending as hard as she was?

  “Being around you guys and the shop has reminded me of the rest of my dreams outside of being a fulltime musician. You know, the ones about friends and family and forevers. The really important stuff in life. So, thank you for that.” She stood beside him so she didn’t have to look directly into his eyes as she bared her soul. Kyra was only so brave, after all.

  When Ollie reached across the gap between them and held her hand, she squeaked.

  The connection and the warmth flowing through it gave her the courage to continue. Talking to him was easy, especially compared to Van, the last guy she’d had feelings for. He made sharing nearly impossible with his stony demeanor and cool indifference. Ollie was so different, and so approachable—she owed it to him to stop hiding her emotions, as she’d gotten used to doing around Van, Kason, and the rest of the guys in the band.

  “I’m serious. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. We haven’t known each other that long, but I already consider you a great friend. So I hope it’s okay if I say, I see how you keep yourself apart from the rest of the Hot Rides sometimes and their extended family. You shouldn’t. You deserve those things too.”

  “I didn’t know you were a romantic at heart.” Ollie said, giving her an oddly intense look out of the corner of his eye.

  She filled her lungs with cool night air, thankful for the chill that helped her stop sweating her ass off. It was both one of the hazards and perks of her job. She burned enough calories during
each performance that if she wanted, and she usually did, she could splurge on an enormous ice cream sundae at each after-party without ever putting on a pound.

  But sometimes, like now, it was hella inconvenient. Because Ollie kept edging closer and closer.

  Kyra prayed she didn’t stink.

  “Want to know a secret?” he murmured as he leaned in, his shoulder-length wavy hair spilling over his shoulders as he braced a palm on the cinderblock building behind her and encroached on her personal space.

  Not that she minded.

  Kyra nodded. “Uh huh.”

  “I am too.” And there it was. That flash of promise between them. No matter how many times they’d ignored it before, tonight—with love in the air and adrenaline running high after the show—there wasn’t going to be any shutting their chemistry down.

  She lifted her face toward his.

  Ollie didn’t disappoint. Unlike some people—ahem, Van, whom she was definitely not thinking about right then—Ollie didn’t tease. He brushed his lips against hers while staring straight into her eyes. When she didn’t object, he deepened their contact, sipping from her mouth with delicate, playful nibbles she absolutely would have expected from him.

  Happiness and freedom rose like sparkling champagne bubbles within her. It had been so long since she’d felt like this. It brightened her like a ray of sunlight erasing a shadow from the corner of a garden. The sensation was pleasant, if not riveting. Yet.

  Kyra speared her fingers into Ollie’s hair, loving the way the thick waves filled her hands. She deepened the kiss, boosting that single shaft of sunshine into the equivalent of a blazing summer noon within her.

  After a few more seconds spent soaking in the bliss he was imparting, she grabbed his shoulders and turned so she sandwiched him between her and the wall. If he wanted to get away, he could easily shove her aside. Again, unlike Van, Ollie didn’t.

  Nor did he wrench his lips from hers to declare the exchange a mistake.

  So she leaned into him, intensifying their exchange again.

  Ollie surprised her, clenching her hips in a sturdy grip and guiding them closer to his body until she was practically riding the thigh of his bent leg. His fingers hooked into the belt loops of her jeans and clasped her tight against him. Tight enough that his hard cock made quite the impression on her mound.

  Now that’s what she was talking about.

  Kyra’s mouth widened against his as she grinned despite their kisses. Ollie was fun, an awesome friend, and if he could feed off her energy to kiss her like this…who knew what else he was capable of?

  She couldn’t wait to find out.

  Ollie groaned and drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it. Involuntarily, they began to gyrate against each other to the rhythm of their making out. Kyra could feel the beat reverberating through her even more strongly than her bass during the heaviest of the songs Kason had written.

  Her breasts ached, so she rubbed them against Ollie’s chest, making them both moan in the process. She hoped he’d parked his campervan close by. He lived in the retrofitted Sprinter while traveling for his job as Hot Rides’ salvage man.

  Though Van usually accompanied Kyra outside for her after-concert fresh-air cool-down, he was nowhere to be seen at the moment. She and Ollie could easily slip away and get rid of the clothes currently preventing her from climbing and riding him right there, right then.

  She’d drag him off soon, after she’d sampled a couple more of his addictive kisses.

  Or at least that had been her plan.

  The door beside them slammed open, the metal smashing into the cinder blocks inches from their heads. Holy shit!

  She jerked in Ollie’s hold, though he flipped them again to pin her against the building, using his body to shield her as he reluctantly parted their mouths. Breathing hard, he glanced over in time to see what Kyra did.

  Kason’s head of security—Van Hernandez, who also happened to be Kyra’s best friend and previous crush…okay, maybe simultaneous crush, sorry Ollie—burst into the parking lot. He half dragged, half dangled Kason’s manager Rick from his meaty fist as if he was about to boot the guy out on his sorry ass.

  Kyra wouldn’t blame him. Rick was a dickhead.

  Instead, Van froze, looking between her and Ollie then back again before recognition dawned in his usually warm brown eyes. Poor Rick bore the brunt of his renewed fury. Van flung the man, who stumbled away from the arena to keep from falling on his pretty face. “You heard Kason. Get the fuck out of here. You have no business with us anymore.”

  “We have a contract!” Rick shook his fist at Van.

  “I’m sure your lawyers can discuss the details,” Van snarled at the poor bastard. “You have thirty seconds to get off the property before I call the cops and let them know you’re trespassing.”

  With that, Van spread his legs and crossed his arms, becoming an immovable human blockade that had more in common with a refrigerator than the average man. Kyra sure as hell wouldn’t fuck with him when he was wearing a scowl like that. For example, she hadn’t done so when he’d leveled a similar one at her while lecturing her about how they worked together and therefore shouldn’t make out ever again. Instead, she’d slunk away like Rick was doing now, as though she’d done something terrible. And she’d never had the guts to bring it up afterward.

  Thinking of kissing Van while being so close to Ollie made Kyra squirm and nearly come on the spot. She ducked out from under Ollie’s deceptively strong arm as if she hadn’t been trying to crawl deeper into his embrace a few heartbeats earlier.

  When Rick disappeared into the darkness of the night, Van turned toward them. His powers of observation were part of what made him so good at his job. There was no way he would miss her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, or the hard-on causing an impressive bulge in Ollie’s jeans.

  She shot him a weak and awkward as fuck semi-smile. “Hey, Van.”

  “Kason finally ditched that asshole, huh?” Ollie seemed oblivious to the tension zinging between her and Van. He stepped right into its stream. It snapped back on him like a broken rubber band.

  “Wish we all could avoid our problems so easily.” Van glowered and stomped inside, slamming the door equally as hard as he had when he’d interrupted their make-out session.

  Instantly, Kyra felt her blood boiling. And not from passion this time, either.

  How the fuck dare he be pissed at her for enjoying Ollie and the way he made her feel? The way he accepted her. And the way he showed her that he intended to do something about whatever it was between them—exactly opposite of how Van had acted in a similar situation.

  “Where were we?” Ollie asked, wrapping his hand around her waist. Unfortunately, that only made him close enough to catch her elbow with his sternum when she flailed toward the door and the man who’d vanished behind it.

  “I can’t go back to making out after he killed the mood like that!” Kyra’s rage ratcheted up a notch that Van had stolen even that from her. She lunged for the door handle.

  “Kyra, hang on. Give yourself a second to calm down before you go in there. You’re going to…” She imagined he finished with regret it, but she couldn’t say for sure because she’d already ignored his advice.

  Ollie squeezed ahead of her and tried again. “Let me talk to him. I’ll smooth things over. Tell him I made the first move. I didn’t realize there was something between the two of you.”

  “There isn’t.” Kyra threw her head back and sucked in a few deep breaths. They did nothing to settle her and only fueled the pressure building within her. “Not going to lie, I wished there could be. But he shut that down. So he doesn’t get to disapprove of me making out with any damn person I feel like kissing—or fucking, for that matter.”

  “Was that where we were heading?” Ollie wondered.

  “Yep. So you should be pissed at him too. Goddamned cock blocker.” Kyra gritted her teeth as she marched through the roadies and fans gathered in the hopes o
f glimpsing Kason.

  Instead of foaming at the mouth, Ollie turned apologetic, making Kyra hesitate. “Look, I shouldn’t have started something tonight without talking about it first. I didn’t mean to make things more difficult for you and for him. I consider both of you friends. Let me fix this, please.”

  “Friends?” Was Ollie changing his mind, too? Had tonight been just another mistake? Maybe he hadn’t wanted anything other than a few stolen kisses. Kyra staggered, giving Ollie a chance to get ahead of her. She followed a few paces behind as he approached Van, who’d stationed himself near Kason once more.

  Her stomach churned. Had she read the situation wrong?

  Kason looked at the head of his security team and frowned. “Everything okay? He didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”

  “Who, Rick? No.” Van gestured at a couple of the Hot Rods—Sabra and Holden—who’d been huddled up, talking with Kason. “But Ollie, that weaselly little shit that works with you? You can take him right back to Middletown. If he doesn’t get out of my face soon…”

  Kyra stared, her jaw dropping open. Van never pulled shit like this. How dare he act like some jealous and possessive lover when he’d flatly rejected her?

  Ollie caught up to Van, breathing hard, and said, “Van, I’m sorry. I know you have a thing for her.”

  What? That was news to Kyra. Ollie didn’t have all the facts. Didn’t know how Van had turned her away. Surely Van was about to set the record straight, which would only add to her humiliation with all their friends and co-workers gathered around.