Release Day: One Last Ride by J. P. Uvalle
Book: One Last Ride
Author: J. P. Uvalle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
One Murder. Two Strangers. One Hell of
a Ride... Lola Durand and Demetri Cruz, are two strangers
from the opposite side of the tracks. And when their worlds collide,
they witness a brutal murder being committed by mafia leader, Los
Rey. They join forces—determined to escape their lingering fate,
leaving them with only one other option - to ride it out. Meanwhile,
Los Rey and his crew are hot on their trail. They have nowhere to
run; nowhere to hide. How long will Lola and Demetri survive
their one last ride?
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I placed my hands on my hips, tugging
slightly on my bottom lip. “Need any help with the car?”
He stared at me a moment and furrowed
his eyebrows together. He seemed to be thinking real hard as if I’d
asked him a physics question or something. He cleared his throat.
“Umm…no. I’m good. I’m particular about how I like my cars
washed.”
I cocked my head at him. “Anal much.”
He started cracking up. “I had no
idea you were into ass-play.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him in the
chest as I walked past him. “Whatever, get your mind out of the
gutter.” He continued to laugh as I went to sit on the sidewalk in
front of the car. “You’re not particular about how
people watch you wash your car, are you?”
He gave me a half smirk. “Matter of
fact, I am.” He strolled over, and bent down in front of me; his
lip still curled up. “You see…” He went about adjusting my arms
as if he were a photographer, prepping his model for a photo shoot.
“You need to have your shoulders back like this with your chest
poked out.”
I rolled my head back, letting my hair
fall down my back and pushed my chest out. “Like this?” My
question was loaded with innuendo.
“Yes. Perfect. Now, what to do with
these legs. Hmm…” He brought his hand to his chin to think.
“Ah…yes. I think having them open like this would be best. His
hands slowly traveled up my legs to my knees, pulling them apart. Him
touching me ever so gently had my body tingling all over. I closed my
eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the surge flow heavily through
my veins. But the sensation quickly died when he no longer had his
hands on me. Opening my eyes, I frowned. He was at the hood of the
car, working his arm in a circle to create a lather of soap.
I blew out a breath, continuing to
watch Cruz work his way around the car. He was careful not to miss a
single spot. His muscles bulged with every stroke. His skin glistened
under the sun from water and sweat. I’d never wanted to lick a
person so badly. It was pure torture. But, hearing Ariana Grande’s
song “Sometimes” playing over the stereo momentarily distracted
me from the torture I was forced to endure. And as I started to hum
along with the lyrics, an idea popped into my head. When he had his
back turned to me, I got up to turn up the volume, just enough to
where he wouldn’t notice the change. I smirked as I slowly walked
back over to him, swaying my hips, carefully placing one foot in
front of the other. I began to hum louder, the closer I got, then I
started softly singing along with the words as I gently swiped my
finger across the back of his neck to get him to turn around.
His eyes grew wide. “What you up to,
Blondie?”
I ignored him, took the sponge out of
his hand and seductively squeezed some soap on to my chest, while I
rotated my hips in time with the beat. His eyes followed the stream
of soap as it made its way down in between my tits.
Yeah, I got you now. Two can play this
game, but I always play it better.
He licked his lips, eyes hazy with
desire. Soon after, I noticed he was breathing harder. So, I
continued to lather myself with soap – singing, and dancing.
Walking forward I bumped him with my hip to move him out of the way,
to take this show of seduction to the next level – by using the car
as my prop. My stage.
“Lola we really don’t have time for
this.” He was barely able to get the words out. I had him falling
deeper into my trance as each second passed.
I upped the ante, placing both hands on
the car in front of me, I bent over and shook my ass around in a
circle.
“Oh…damn.” I heard him say under
his breath. And it gave me all the incentive I needed to move
forward. Onto the car. I rolled my hips, licked my lips and whipped
my head around, adding more soap to my body as I dipped backed onto
the car. I caressed every inch of my body with the sopping sponge. I
had the tent in his pants at its peak.
“Lola…please stop this.” He
struggled with the words. From the pained look on his face, I could
tell he was battling the urge. I wished he’d just give in.
Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ J. P. Uvalle is a
beautifully twisted soul who has a passion for writing paranormal
romance and has the divine ability to make the unbelievable,
believable. She was born and raised in Colorado Springs, went to
Bel-Rea Institute of Animal Technology and graduated with an
Associate's degree in Applied Science and Technology. She works
part-time as an ICU technician in Highlands Ranch, Colorado at an
emergency/specialty hospital.
Aside from being a technician and a
writer, JP runs two businesses in her spare time ~ Beautifully
Twisted Publishing and Mary Kay. On top of that, she also contributes
time to the Bookwhore Addict blog, and reviews books for BookSmacked.
When She's not saving lives, coming up
with her next plot twist or making women feel pretty & pampered,
she's spending time with family and friends. Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
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