Chapter Twenty-One

Leah found Dean right where he told Sam he'd be, in the parking garage tending to his car. He'd gone out there after dinner and she'd planned to speak with him when he returned, but decided it might be better to talk while he was busy doing something he enjoyed. She rested a shoulder against the wall of the building and watched as he cleaned away the remaining traces of their muddy excursion.

Her eyes roamed over the sleek black vehicle, her feelings riding that thin line between love and hate. The Impala was his baby. His first love. He was devoted to her, pampered her, treated her with the utmost care. There were times when she was almost jealous of it. Jealous of a hunk of metal! It would sound bizarre to most people, she knew, but it really wasn't. Any woman who cared for someone like Dean would understand. How could you not envy anything, even inanimate objects, when they received such open tenderness from a man who normally strived to keep those softhearted emotions buried?

She noted the usual care wasn't being rendered this time, however. He was using rough, jerky motions as he polished her up, a clear sign of his frustration. If she moved closer she was certain she'd be able to hear him grumbling and griping to himself, too.

Might as well find out, she thought as she shoved herself away from the wall and headed toward man and machine. Both front doors were open, with Dean leaning in the passenger side, so she stopped beside the driver's door. Resting a hand on the hood, she bent over and poked her head in.

"Looking good." she commented, seeing how the mud was gone and the interior gleamed once again.

He didn't so much as look up. Leah sighed. Patience was best used here, and most of the time she had no problems mustering it. Dean, however, had a way of making that virtuous trait disappear fast.

"I would have been happy to help. You should have told me you were coming out here to clean her up."

Still no reply. The silent treatment was getting old. She'd much rather have him yelling and arguing with her because at least then she'd know what was going on in that thick skull of his. She had to find a way to trigger off some emotion, any emotion, and maybe from there she could get him to talk about what happened with Blake.

Leah slid into the front seat and gripped the top of the steering wheel. As she ran her hands over it, memories of the last time she'd sat there crept in. She closed her eyes and could practically feel Dean's long, talented fingers between her legs. A soft moan slipped out and she glanced over to find him staring at her. Their eyes locked for the briefest moment, but it was enough to reveal the raw hunger in those green eyes.

A devilish smile crossed her lips. He was thinking about the very same thing. Well, that had been one hell of a ride! The memory of it and the heated look they shared was enough to dampen her panties and remind her that her body was in dire need. They'd been right on the verge of having sex beside the car when Blake intruded, and the interruption was not only the reason they were at odds, but also the reason they were on edge with sexual tension.

Leah turned sideways in the seat and looked out the back window. Dean had pulled the Impala to the back section of the parking garage so they were pretty isolated. As far as she could tell, there weren't any people around, but after the near roadside tryst, she wasn't sure it mattered anyway.

Reaching behind her, she closed the car door then pulled her shirt off and tossed it at Dean. It hit the top of his head and fell to the seat, but he just continued to wipe over the glovebox. So that was how it was going to be, was it? Well, she wasn't afraid of a little challenge. She unhooked her bra and tossed it over, watching it land on top of her shirt, but Dean didn't seem the least bit interested.

Leah frowned, wondering just how far she'd have to go before she gained his attention. It wasn't like Dean to ignore her when she was getting naked, even when he was upset with her. Admittedly, there was a little more than her libido to consider now; her pride was at stake and her sex appeal in question. Determined to get his eyes off the car and on her, she tugged off her shoes and socks and dropped them to the floor, then wiggled out of her jeans. When those hit Dean, he finally lifted his head and Leah felt relief wash over her.

Wearing nothing but silky black panties and a seductive smile, she rested a hand on the seat behind her. With the other, she hooked one finger, signaling for Dean to come and join her as she opened her legs invitingly.

Dean felt something hit him and without letting on, his eyes shifted over to see Leah's top lying on the seat. He swallowed hard, knowing exactly what she was doing and wondering how in the hell he was going to stand his ground.

He was mad, correction, make that furious, with her for turning to Blake. He wanted to believe the two hadn't slept together, but it was becoming pretty damned obvious they'd had some sort of relationship. The guy had jumped when she'd called, eager to play the hero coming to her rescue like some love-sick puppy. More than likely he was thinking he'd drive her to New Hampshire, help her find her truck and charm her right back into his bed.

The idea of Blake with his hands on Leah caused Dean's stomach to churn. He was far from naive. He knew she'd been with other men, but he didn't know who they were and he damn sure didn't want to. He supposed that was the hardest part of this; having to deal with the guy. Having to see him stand beside Leah, touching her no matter how innocently, looking at her with a smugness that let Dean know the guy had a private knowledge of what she looked like beneath her clothes.

Jealousy was an odd emotion for him and one he didn't like. He didn't like the way it made him feel and he definitely didn't like the things it made him want to do. He could easily see himself doing to Blake what he'd done to some of the creatures he'd hunted. And that would be letting the guy off easy.

Leah's bra shot over and landed on top of her shirt. Christ! His jaw tightened, and it wasn't the only body part to have such a reaction. He could feel the building pressure as his cock strained against the zipper of his pants. He knew she was sitting there with those perfect breasts bared and waiting for his touch. Talk about torture! He kept his eyes on the glovebox, wiping relentlessly at the same spot, hoping she wouldn't remove any more clothes.

No such luck. He knew she was determined to break his will when he heard the clunk of her shoes dropping to the floor, but he held on. Until her pants came flying over. That's when the image of her stretched out on his front seat wearing nothing but a skimpy little pair of panties hit him and despite telling himself he was too mad to even look, his head shot up and he drank in the heavenly sight.

When that slender finger crooked, motioning him over, and her long legs opened for him, Dean groaned and gave in. They could fight later, right now he had to have her. Tossing the cloth aside, he yanked off his button down and t-shirt and grabbed her ankles, sliding her towards him so she was lying on the seat. He straddled her legs, and leaned over, his lips floating just above hers.

"I'm still mad at you." he said gruffly.

"I know, but you shouldn't be." She draped her arms over his shoulders and dragged her nails across his back. "Don't you remember how good our make up sex was, sweetie?"

He did remember. Very well. "Guess I'm not as pissed as I was earlier."

"Then it's time to start making up." Her sultry voice wrapped around him and he was eager to comply.

He started with a searing kiss that sped through her like a bolt of lightning, causing her very toes to curl. Their tongues battled for control, though not for domination. Instead, each was doing their best to make the other crazy.

Impatient to touch her, his hand skimmed along the column of her throat and continued down until it covered her breast. He squeezed and kneaded it, then tweaked the stiff bud and Leah moaned into his mouth.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, grinding his hips to hers. He immediately felt her legs wrap around him, her heels digging in as her hips lifted.

"Hell yeah." she encouraged. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged. Her full soft lips latched onto his shoulder, sucking deeply before she bared her teeth and nipped roughly. "I like it just like that."

Dean looked down and saw the glint of mischief in her eyes. Taunting him. Daring him. A low growl rose from deep in his throat as his mouth swooped down to ravish hers.

He shifted his body to the side, letting his hand rub over her breasts. She squirmed beneath him, then groaned in frustration when he stopped, but it quickly changed into a mewling purr when his tongue took over. He flicked over the tight beads with masterful strokes, while his fingers crept along her belly and brushed over her sex. He cupped her, then slowly slid his fingers back and forth over the throbbing center.

Leah gasped. She'd been tightly wound all afternoon and was close to snapping. Hearing her reaction, Dean withdrew his hand and pushed himself up so he could tug her panties off.

Now on his hands and knees, towering over her, his mouth burned a trail down her body. He kissed, licked and bit every bit of exposed skin from her throat to her inner thighs. Leah trembled beneath him, her body ablaze from the combination of his teeth, soft lips and rough stubble.

By the time the tip of his tongue traced the folds of her inner lips, Leah was a mass of tingling nerve endings. She moaned helplessly as he drew one side, then the other into his mouth, tonguing the delicate skin. When he licked over her clit, a bolt of sensation tore through her that shot her up off the seat.

Dean put a hand on her stomach and pressed her back down. His mouth closed over her. Hot. Seeking. Relentless. He was doing wonderful things, delicious, iniquitous things with his tongue that filled her with an almost unbearable pleasure. Leah cried out as a blinding white light washed over, leaving her shuddering in it's wake.

Dean pulled away and freed himself from his jeans. Positioning himself above her again, he entered her in one swift, hard thrust. Breathing heavily, he rested his head against her shoulder, forcing his body to slow for a moment and giving Leah's a chance to adjust.

He felt her hands smooth over his back, felt her legs draw up and clasp his sides and her inner muscles flex, tightening around his cock. His body was aching, but not just for release. For her. He was everything she imagined him to be when he was with her. And when he was inside of her, part of her, when they were one; her goodness flowed around him and through him and he believed, for just a short time, that he truly was the man she thought him to be.

Dean began to move using a steady, deep rhythm. She clutched at his shoulders, her body lifting to meet his each time and he could feel himself getting carried away with every hard, powerful thrust. And so was she. Dean heard her moan as her body surrendered. He felt her tighten around him, clenching and releasing as her climax tore through her.

He looked down into big beautiful brown eyes that were brimming with the very emotion he longed for deep down. Love. Leah still loved him. He knew it. He could see it, feel it in her body as she held onto him and it sent him flying over the edge. He pumped into her again and again, groaning as he felt the rumble and tightening and he poured himself into her.

As his breathing slowed, Dean raised himself up on his elbows. He brushed the damp strands of hair back from her face and ran his thumb lightly over her lips. "Nothing like make up sex."

Leah closed her eyes briefly, trying to mask the strong emotions flowing through her. "No arguments here." She paused, uncertain as to whether or not she should bring up Blake. It was important that Dean understood she wanted to be with him, not the other hunter. "Dean," she started.

He gave her a quick kiss, cutting her off. "It's all good, Leah." He knew she was going to bring up Blake but he didn't want to worry about the guy. Unless, of course, he had to. Leah was there, giving herself to him, and that meant she didn't want to be with anyone else. Besides, if Blake was smart, he'd stay away from them. If not, well, then Dean would deal with the bastard in whatever way necessary.

Leah didn't look convinced. "No, I don't know that it is. You may not want to talk about this and, you know what? That's okay, you don't have to. But I would like for you to listen because there's something I have to say."

Dean nodded. "I'm listening."

"I called Blake because he's a friend and I knew he'd give me a ride. That's it." She paused. "Okay, maybe I was also looking for someone who would let me vent. He knows about what happened between us and he's on my side. As silly as it sounds, I wanted to have someone who would tell me I was right in walking away from you. I honestly forgot I'd called him once you and I spent the night together. You have a way of doing that to me." When he remained silent, she asked, "Is this making sense?"

"I thought I didn't have to talk." Dean said, giving her that little half smile that always melted her heart.

She could have gotten mad at him for making a joke, but this was Dean, for better or worse. Rolling her eyes, she teased back. "Good point. Children should be seen and not heard."

"Smart ass." he grinned.

"Hey, I'm learning from the best." Slipping her hands around his neck, she said, "So, we're good."

"We're good." he agreed. "Now maybe we oughta get dressed before someone sees our legs sticking out of the car and calls the cops."

Leah laughed. "Yeah, really!"

The two dressed and walked back to Amy's apartment. Holding hands, each was quiet as thoughts of Blake occupied their minds. They would have been surprised to learn that the same concern was bothering them both... what problems would the hunter cause for them?

TBC