Her Rough Mechanic

by Jagger Cole

  Here in L.A., we’ve got a great apartment right near campus, and close to his new shop. But I also have a dorm room I hang on to for the nights where he needs to be back in Silvervale for work. Funny enough, Callie’s actually my roommate, and it works out great for her seeing as she gets the room to herself probably eighty percent of the time.

  “He’s not a mystery, I’ve told you all about him!”

  “Yes, but everything you say makes him sound made up, like he’s an imagined freaking fantasy,” Callie teases.

  I laugh. “Well, he’s real, trust me.”

  “I’ve never even seen pictures on social media,” Ella groans.

  “Yeah, ‘cause she doesn’t even go on social media.” Callie rolls her eyes at me again. But, she’s right. I don’t. Not anymore, after everything. Mostly because I just don’t care about sharing curated pictures of myself for “likes” or whatever anymore. But also, with my dad about to sweep the election for his Senate race, there’s even less of a reason to post on Facebook or whatever. I mean really, who cares? My life is my life.

  My life is also much safer now, too. The night when the cops swooped in when we were surrounded by the mob guys basically erased that crime family from existence. They arrested fifty members of the Carbone Family that night, and evidence collected nabbed them another hundred later on, including almost every high-ranking member of the family and Carmine Carbone the boss himself.

  The mystery of the missing police department was solved soon after the state cops arrived in town and found some of the Carbone guys holding the whole police station hostage. Poor Chief Creesh felt terrible for a long time about spilling where I was staying to the bad guys. But I never held it against him. I mean the man is in his sixties, and they were threatening him with torture. Rowan and I both made sure he knew we didn’t hold anything against him, but it took a while before he forgave himself.

  “Whatever,” Callie sighs. “We’re never going to meet him anyways.”

  As if on cue, a motorcycle roars from around the side of the campus library we’re sitting in front of. I grin from ear to ear, because I’d know the sound of Rowan’s bike anywhere. I grin at my friends. “Actually, you are.”

  Rowan roars around the side of the building, looking every inch the Sons of Anarchy fantasy guy. Perfectly fit jeans, boots, a tight white t-shirt that shows off his huge biceps and tattoos, and a swagger grin on his gorgeous face as he rumbles to a stop right in front of the bench the three of us are sitting on. Both of my friends’ jaws drop.

  “Dude,” Ella breathes.

  She turns to look past me at Callie, who just slowly shakes her head as she stares at Rowan. “Are you serious right now?”

  I laugh. “What?”

  “Don’t what me,” Callie whispers. “You’re going home to that every night?” I grin widely, and she whistles to herself. “Okay, fuck you. If I ever do see you at some stupid party, I’m kicking your ass back home.”

  Rowan turns off his engine and stretches as he swings a leg over his bike to get off. His eyes land on me, and he grins and winks. He turns that smile on my friends politely. “Afternoon, ladies.”

  “Um, hi,” Ella mumbles.

  “You’re actually real,” Callie adds. Rowan smiles an amused looking smile, and I clear my throat.

  “Well then, I think that’s our cue to go,” I say quickly as I stand. “Rowan, this is Ella and Callie. Callie and Ella, Rowan.”

  “Hey, I’m actually real Rowan, nice to finally meet you guys.”

  “Do you have brothers?” Ella blurts out.

  I groan, and my cheeks redden. But Rowan just laughs. “Afraid not.”

  “Single friends?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  I raise a brow at him. “Isn’t every one of your friends single?”

  “Single, feral, not housebroken, and not getting their filthy paws on your very nice, proper friends, yes,” he mutters.

  I giggle as he hands me a helmet. “Well, I think they’re sweet.”

  “And I want to meet them,” Callie butts in.

  Rowan laughs and shakes his head. “Not gonna happen. I dodged enough heat convincing Anna’s father I’m not going to abduct her into some grungy mechanic’s cult out in the desert. I’m not about to catch more of it from your parents, too.”

  “So, you’re saying we’d really like your friends,” Callie grins.

  Rowan sighs and gives me a “help, please” look. But I just laugh and lean in to kiss him. “I’m not sure I’d be the best spokeswoman against hot mechanics who live out in the desert.”

  He chuckles and wraps an arm around me. “Fair enough. You ready?” My weekend bag is already packed into one of his saddlebags, and I smile eagerly at the thought of getting out to our little oasis.

  “Definitely.”

  “I’d ask if you want front or back,” he growls. “But I think we both already know the answer to that. Especially today.”

  There’s just a little bit of edge in his voice, and it gets my heart racing as heat tingles through my core. I know what he means, too. I figured out pretty early on that sitting in front of Rowan on his bike meant I was in for a very, very fun ride. Fun as in it was basically like riding a huge vibrator at seventy miles an hour. On top of that, Rowan was in the middle of kissing up my thighs last night when he got the emergency call and had to run to his new shop. The workers installing his new plumbing cut the wrong pipes or something and ended up flooding one of his car pits. Needless to say, I’ve been on edge ever since.

  I feel my face redden, and his eyes blaze with lust as they sweep down over my short skirt. “Hop on, sweetheart,” he growls.

  My heart races with desire, and I quickly take a breath. I turn back to smile as innocently as I can to my friends. “Catch you guys on Monday?”

  “Only if you have details to share,” Ella giggles, making me blush.

  “Yeah, no way. Enjoy the party.”

  “Oh, totally,” Callie sighs. “Can’t wait to watch a bunch of lame college guys play beer pong while you’re off having porn star sex on a motorcycle in the desert with Sons of Anarchy here.”

  I groan in embarrassment, but Rowan just laughs deeply behind me. “Trust me, Callie. I think you’re giving me too much credit.” He shakes his head and helps me up and onto the bike in front of him. “Porn sex on a motorcycle in the desert? No way.” His hand slides over my hip from behind, and he starts the engine with a rumble. “I mean, I plan on at least pulling over first.”

  I groan in embarrassment, but both of my friends crack up and blush as Rowan waves to them. His arm tightens around my waist, and then he revs the engine and takes us out to the road.

  It’s dark by the time we get out into the desert. But it’s also beautiful as it always is, and with the full moon, everything glows magically. The warm desert air blows through my hair, the stars twinkle down, and Rowan’s muscled arm holds me tight against his strong body. Also, I’ve been on the edge of orgasm for something like forty miles.

  He’s doing it on purpose, too. The engine rumbling against me is bad enough. That I’m only wearing a skirt makes it worse. But Rowan revving the engine every now and then in a way he knows gets me moaning is the finishing touch. My panties are absolutely soaked, and if I wasn’t holding on to the spare handles on the front of the bike so tightly, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from touching myself. Also, he’s so hard. I’ve been able to feel his big cock throbbing against me for the last hour or so.

  Suddenly, Rowan downshifts and turns the handlebars. I gasp as we rumble off the main road and onto a gravely one. The road winds away from the main one, through an open gate in a fence, and then up to a small bluff with a single tree. We come to a rumbling stop at the top of the bluff right under the tree, and my eyes widen. The view is gorgeous, overlooking the stretch of desert beneath us with the road winding through it. The whole scene is bathed in white from the moon and the stars.

  “I can’t wait until we get h
ome, baby.” Rowan growls into my ear, and I moan as I feel his arms wrap around me. He brushes my hair away from my neck and then kisses me there. I gasp quietly and then I moan as his hand drops to my thigh and then slides higher. Rowan pushes my skirt up, and he mercifully goes right for my pussy. I moan as his fingers stroke my soaked panties, and I can feel his big dick hard at my ass.

  “Right here?” I gasp.

  “Right fucking here,” he growls. His fingers slide under my panties, and I moan as he strokes my bare, wet pussy. He eases a finger into me, and I can feel him undoing his belt behind me. I whimper, wanting more as he fingers my pussy and kisses my neck. And Rowan is all too happy to give me everything I need.

  He suddenly lifts me up, and both of his hands grip my panties. With a yank, I feel him rip the damn things right off of my body. I tremble as he shreds the delicate lace away and then pushes my skirt up high. He pulls me back, and I moan as I feel his rock-hard cock pulse against my naked ass. He pushes with his hips, and we both groan as his bulbous crown slips against my pussy lips.

  “I love how fucking wet you are, baby girl,” he hisses into my ear. His hand wraps around to my front, and his fingers spread my lips around his cock. “You want this big dick, Anna? Sit on my cock, baby. Take every inch of me in your tight fucking pussy.”

  I moan as I push back, and Rowan’s hands on my hip and between my legs guide me down. His thick size fills me all the way, and like every time, I almost come just from him sliding in. In fact, I have come from him simply entering me before. I moan eagerly as I sink down further, taking every inch of his big dick until he’s all the way inside. I’ve wanted this since last night, and after hours of teasing me on the road, I’m reading to come almost instantly.

  Rowan keeps a hand between my legs with a finger on my clit. He teases my swollen button as he slides me up, and then he pulls me right back down, impaling me on his cock. His fat, engorged cock sinks deep into my eager pussy, and I moan as I push down to take all of him. I reach forward and grip the handlebars. Rowan holds my ass tightly and guides me up and down. He spanks my ass, making me whimper in pleasure before his hand slides around to my front. He pushes my shirt up and yanks my bra down roughly. And God does it make me even wetter when he touches me like this. His big hands cup my tits and his fingers tease my nipples while I bounce up and down on his big dick.

  He growls as he thrusts up to meet me, and I love the sound of his perfect abs slapping my ass as he fucks me. I bounce faster on him, and the sheer size of him takes my breath away like it always does. The stars shine down on us on our secluded bluff overlooking the desert. The warm wind blows, and my skin shivers in pleasure as I ride the man of my dreams.

  Rowan bites my shoulder, which makes me whimper and moan as he thrusts up into me. His hands pull at my hair, spank my ass, and rub my clit in a rotating circle that has me so close to coming. He knows I’m close too, and his hand moves to stay on my clit. He rubs my button in circles as he thrusts his big cock into me, until I can’t take anymore. With a cry of pleasure, my walls clench tight around his thickness, and I moan and start to come. Rowan grunts, and I know he’s coming with me too. His cock pulses and throbs inside of me, swelling up huge before I can feel him start to come. Thick spurts of his sticky cum explode into me, and he holds me so tight and pins my ass to his lap as he fills me over and over again.

  I gasp as I come back down to earth from the high of my orgasm. I moan as I sink into Rowan, and his big, comforting hands sooth me as he holds me tight. He lets me shudder and tremble as the orgasm lingers in my body, stroking my skin as I catch my breath.

  “Little pent up, sweetheart?” he chuckles.

  “Yeah well it’s your damn fault,” I groan. I turn to look into his eyes with his cock still inside of me, and I kiss him slowly. “You and the damn bike, I mean.”

  Rowan laughs. “I could always trade it in for something smoother. No bumps, no rumbling. Sound good?”

  “God no,” I giggle. “That sounds terrible.”

  “Well then teasing vibrations it is,” he murmurs into my ear.

  “It’s the vibrations but also knowing just how fun that big bulge is that I felt for half the drive out here,” I murmur with a grin.

  “What, this big bulge?” He flexes, and I gasp as his still very hard dick pulses inside of me.

  “Yeah, that’s the one,” I whisper.

  “See the problem is,” Rowan groans. “Is that I just have the hardest time making the damn thing go down around you.” He grips my hips, and when he starts to thrust again, I whimper.

  “More?”

  “Always,” he growls.

  But this time, I slide off of him and turn on top of the bike before I move back onto his lap. I gasp as I sink back onto his big cock, but my come and his have me literally dripping wet and slick, and I easily take all of him in one stroke. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and I kiss him deeply as we start to rock together.

  “I love you, Anna,” Rowan growls as he holds me tight.

  “I love you too,” I whimper.

  We ride together, me bouncing on his cock and him fucking into me until we come again. After that, eventually, we drive home. And life, as they say, is good.

  The End.

  Afterword

  Dear reader,

  Thank you for picking up this copy of Her Rough Mechanic; your support means a lot! As a fun extra for my readers, I’ve written a quick and dirty follow-up short to Annabelle and Rowan’s story. This is not an epilogue to Her Rough Mechanic, just a steamy and fun “follow up” story about these two, and you can grab it for free when you subscribe to my newsletter. Existing subscribers can find the download link at the bottom of any of my newsletters.

  Thanks for being awesome!

  -Jagger

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  About the Author

  Jagger Cole likes his romance books like he likes his martinis—extra dirty, with a twist. A reader first and foremost, Jagger got his start with steamy romance almost ten years ago, writing especially dirty Harry Potter and Star Wars erotic fan-fiction for online message boards.

  After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising for a number of years pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.

  Now, Dad to two little princesses and “Daddy” to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.

  When not writing or reading steamy romance books, he can be found woodworking, enjoying good whiskey, and grilling outside—rain or shine.

  You can find all of his books at

  www.jaggercolewrites.com