Rev My Engine

by Maggie Kane

  She sits across from me at the little table and takes a grateful sip of her chocolate milkshake. She moans a little and sucks some more. I quickly start to work on my own shake to distract me from watching her. If she keeps up all that moaning and sucking, I’m not going to be able to stay on my side of this tiny table.

  I let her relax for a moment before I ask, “What did Lucas do?”

  She frowns down into her shake. “How do you know Lucas did anything?”

  I give her a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look and wait. Finally, she sighs and begins to tell me about her week. I admit I’m surprised that she opened up as easily as she did. I thought it would take a lot more coaxing, but I think it’s mainly the ice cream talking.

  When she tells me that he kissed her, I make myself remain calm. I am a half a second away from leaving her sitting at this table to go murder my little brother.

  “You know you could press charges or file a complaint,” I tell her, even though I know she isn’t going to bite.

  “Yeah right, and end my career before it even begins. No, I’ll deal with Lucas. He just caught me so off guard. I thought I had passed his test and he was done fucking with me.” She looks sad as she stirs her straw in her shake.

  “You did pass a test. You made him realize that you were worth having. You know that you’ve got a lot of crap still to put up with from him. There are other places to work,” I remind her again, knowing it is a wasted effort. Mia is nothing if not stubborn.

  “I won’t let my guard down again. He isn’t winning that easily.”

  We finish up our shakes and make small talk. I offer dinner, but, predictably, she declines saying she isn’t in the mood. I don’t push but kiss her thoroughly before watching her drive off in the Camry.

  The elevator ride is just long enough for me to work myself into a raging temper. Lucas’ secretary tries to tell me to wait, but I walk into his office like I own it. He is having a meeting with several of his cronies. I know them all and give them a curt nod.

  “I need a minute, Lucas.”

  “I’m in a meeting, as you can see. I’ll be done in an hour,” he says attempting to dismiss me.

  “Now, Lucas,” I bark and stand at the door, holding it open for him.

  “I see. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, this will only take a minute.” He gives them the canned speech and shoots daggers at me with his eyes as he crosses the room.

  As soon as we are in a meeting room, he demands, “What the fu…” He doesn’t get the last part out because my fist connects with his gut, knocking the breath out of him.

  I catch him as he pitches forward and support him. I can’t have anyone seeing him lying on the floor if they walk by. I would beat him senseless if I could, but that would serve no purpose and would piss my mother off- two things that I generally try to avoid. The punch was mainly to get his attention.

  “You and I need to talk, little brother,” I say as I push him into the nearest chair.

  Chapter 17

  Mia

  This week has been a blur. Lucas has been on his best behavior. It’s like someone replaced him with a human being. Garrett has been increasingly ‘around.’ He pops up around quitting time to check in with Lucas about something and ends up taking me to dinner or for a drive. Tonight, I invited him over for a change.

  I have lasagna in the oven. Ok- so it’s Stouffer’s from the frozen section, but I’ve got a fresh salad and garlic bread to go with it. That’s as close as this girl gets to home cooking.

  I hear the bike before I can see it. I am sitting on the stoop of my little ‘bungalow’. They call it a bungalow when it is too small to be a house and not quaint enough to be a cottage. In other words, it is a step above a cardboard box, but I can afford it all on my own with no roommate.

  Garrett rumbles to a stop behind my Camry on the street. He looks amazing on a bike and handles it with the ease that he seems to manage everything. I find myself increasingly attracted to him. We haven’t had sex since that day in the garage, but looking at him on that bike and feeling my body’s electric reaction to him, I know that will be changing very soon.

  I kiss him, hot and passionate standing on the stair so I am actually a little taller than him. I like the angle of it and his hands slide up under my skirt. I think he likes it too. I imagine we are giving the neighbors quite a show, but I don’t care. He is planting kisses on the tops of my breasts, and his fingers are teasing the inside of my thigh. He laughs a low, carnal laugh when he feels that I don’t have any panties on. A car drives by and honks the horn, making me jump and about fall backward up the stairs. He catches me and says, “Maybe we should take this inside, Ms. Andrews.”

  “Whatever you say, Mr. Castle.” I grab his hand and lead him inside. Once the door is closed, he pulls me back to him and kisses me until my head spins. His body feels hot and firm against mine. Every cell of my body is crying out in need. It has been too long since I have felt him against me, on me, in me.

  “Are you going to feed me or fuck me,” he asks when the kiss finally breaks.

  “Both,” I say kissing along his neck and running my hands over his chest. I reluctantly pull myself back and remember my hostess duties. “I suppose I should feed you first so you have the energy to keep up with me.”

  He laughs out loud at that and guides my hand to his already hard cock straining against his jeans. “Don’t you worry about that, Ms. Andrews. The only thing I want in my mouth right now is you.”

  I feel a pulse of desire race through me at those words and decide that dinner can wait. I pull him down for another kiss before walking away from him toward the bedroom, pulling my shirt over my head as I go. We leave a trail of discarded garments behind us like breadcrumbs.

  I meet him at the foot of the bed and run my hands over his skin. I press myself to him, wanting to feel him against me. His hands and mouth are hot and insistent and everywhere all at once. Heady with desire, I push him back on to the bed. He falls willingly and smiles as I straddle his hips.

  Garrett’s hands linger for a moment on my hips, and then stroke long light strokes up my back as I lean forward to kiss him. My breath is coming fast and shallow. I feel driven by something more powerful than lust. I need him more than I need my next breath. I lift my hips and guide him inside me. I drop down on him, and he is completely buried inside me in one fluid motion.

  A ragged moan escapes my throat. The drive is stronger, more fierce now, and I feel Garrett’s passion matching my own. My hips set the motion. He has one hand pleasuring my nipple and the other locked onto my hip. He thrusts up to match my motions. I ride hard and slide my fingers over my clit as I rock. He feels so good inside me, filling me, completing me.

  I feel the familiar energy coil inside me. My head goes back as I let it build and ride resolutely to meet it. Garrett’s pace is pushing me faster. I hear his heavy breathing matching my own. The crescendo builds until it explodes, and I feel my body go tight as it rocks me. My fingers work my clit, and my other hand has a death grip on his forearm, sinking my nails in. He rams up hard inside me. The hand on my hips tightens. He moans my name as he pounds upward, again and again, finding his own release. I grind against him as I contract with delicious spasms around him.

  It rolls on and on until, suddenly, I can’t even hold myself up, and I slump forward on his chest, shivering with excess endorphins and adrenaline. His hands rub my back, and he tugs the blanket over us the best he can. I listen to his heart slam in his chest. I stay still enjoying the feel of the aftershocks squeezing his cock still deep inside me.

  With the warmth of the blanket on my back and Garrett’s furnace-like body against my front, I float in a cocoon of bliss. I feel myself drifting off. I tell myself not to drool on his chest and let the tendrils of sleep pull me under.

  The shriek of the smoke detector jars me awake. I jerk awake and scramble off the bed, bewildered and planting a knee in Garrett’s midsection. He lets out a whoosh of air and curls up in th
e fetal position as I dash out of the room.

  I am relieved to see that the oven isn’t actually on fire. Thank God, since I don’t have renter’s insurance. The lasagna and garlic bread are charred beyond recognition, though. I grab them out the oven and toss them out on the back stoop, careful to keep them on the concrete. The last thing I need is to catch the ‘yard’ on fire. Considering it is more dirt than grass, I am probably pretty safe. I open the kitchen window and use a cookie sheet as a fan to clear the smoke away from the detector so the ear-splitting noise will stop.

  I look up to see Garrett standing naked in the doorway of the kitchen, gingerly rubbing his abdomen. He is trying not to laugh but soon can’t hold it in. His laugh echoes in the corners of the little room.

  “How do you feel about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” I ask before dissolving in a fit of giggles.

  Chapter 18

  Garrett

  Mia looks utterly adorable fanning smoke with a cookie sheet, naked, breasts swaying with her motion. I am becoming more and more aware of my growing affection for her. The last couple of weeks have taken her from a woman I want to one that I am beginning to need. I decide I don’t mind needing this luscious beauty as I take the cookie sheet from her and pull her into a deep kiss.

  The smell of smoke is still lingering, but the breeze from the window is helping. Mia is slathering peanut butter on bread. She is still naked, as am I, and I catch her peeking at me while I assemble the salads. She gets a wicked look in her eye and turns to reveal a smear of peanut butter on her nipple.

  “Whoops. How clumsy of me. Mr. Castle, could you help me with this,” she asks fluttering her eyelashes and cupping her breast.

  I give her a wicked grin and tip my imaginary hat. “It’d be my pleasure, Ms. Andrews.” I drop to my knees and take her breast in my hand.

  I squeeze and use my tongue to lick over the nipple. I take the bud into my mouth and suck gently, pulling it between my teeth. I catch it, holding it and flick it hard with my tongue. Her gasp makes my pulse jump. I suck harder and lavish my tongue over and over her nipple. Her hand buries itself in my hair, pulling me close as she whimpers a little. My cock is hard again as I pull away from her and look up at her watching me with an intent look.

  I stand and decide that my stomach is going to have to wait a little longer. I kiss her, pulling her close so I can feel her skin against mine. Her hand drops to my hard dick and she squeezes and strokes. My tongue is exploring her mouth, and she moans into my kiss.

  The kitchen is tiny. It only takes one step back to have her pressed against the counter. “Turn around and spread your legs,” I whisper close to her ear. Her eyes meet mine for a second with a look full of heat and lust. I know she is ready for what is coming.

  Mia bends at the waist with her feet in a wide stance. She looks over her shoulder at me. I stroke myself for her. She is mesmerized by the motion of my hand.

  “You want some more, baby,” I ask and she nods. “Tell me,” I instruct. She licks her lips and smiles, suddenly shy. I spank her lightly, just a pat, but her eyes go wide and she arches her back in response. “Tell me, Mia. Do you want some more?”

  “Yes. Please, Garret, fuck me,” she says spreading her stance even wider.

  I am inside her before she gets the last word out. I slam all the way home. Mia moans and flexes her hips to take me deeper. She contracts around me as I start to move with long hard thrusts, pounding into her. She braces against the counter and makes soft moans of pleasure deep in her throat. She is so hot and wet around me. I am mindless with pleasure, plunging into her again and again.

  I feel myself draw up as the pleasure and intensity builds. Mia is moaning, “Harder, Garrett,” and is clenched tight around me. Climax surges through me as I explode fast and hard, grinding my hips against her sweet ass. She pulls tighter still around me, working her muscles and squeezing me for every drop. My hands on her hips tighten with the pleasure of it, and I empty myself with pulsing jets of pure ecstasy.

  I pull myself free and replace my cock with my hand. I rub all over her pussy and begin to work her clit. Her hands fist up on the counter when I touch her. She drops her head with a moan. Her back is arched, and her hips work in tandem with my hand. I marvel again at how she lets her body respond to pleasure. She dedicates every ounce of her being to enjoying the sensations and experience.

  I stroke her clit in small circles and slide my thumb inside her. I stroke her slowly with my thumb as my fingers pick up the pace sliding over her clit. Her eyes are closed, and her face is a mask of pleasure. Her pelvis rocks and I feel her pulling tight around me. Her hands flatten as she presses them into the countertop and pushes back against my hand. I increase my pressure and watch as she flies apart.

  Mia’s neck and back pull tight like a bowstring, and her hands ball into fists again. “Yes, Garrett, yes,” she whimpers and moans as mighty spasms rock through her. I stroke firmly and enjoy the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed.

  She works her way down from her peak and pulls away from my hand, too sensitive for the pressure. I gently withdraw, and she grabs my wrists. She straightens up and brings my hand to her mouth to lick and suck my fingers clean. Sexiest woman alive, I think as I watch transfixed.

  “You’re incredible,” I say and kiss her to reinforce the inadequate words.

  Mia giggles and presses herself to me. “I suppose I should feed you before you faint from low blood sugar,” she says turning back to the sandwiches.

  “I don’t faint,” I say with mock offense. “But I do think I need some energy to keep up with you.” I give her a playful spank on her ass and drop a kiss on her shoulder.

  She gives me one of those sultry, lust-filled looks confirming that I am going to need all the strength I can get.

  Chapter 19

  Mia

  I propel my Camry far faster than normal as I fly down Highway 54. I took the detour to try to help calm down so I didn’t actually act on any of the violent thoughts I have going through my head. Garrett has some serious explaining to do.

  How dare he interfere and tell Lucas to be nice to me? Oh, and by the way, I’m sure it was just a little detail he forgot to mention- he and Lucas are brothers, I fume and keep the pedal down. I take a curve way too fast and feel my stomach flip as the little car slides around underneath me. I ease up on the gas and keep it on the road. Killing myself isn’t going to help anything.

  Finally, when I feel like I can coherently chew him up one side and down the other, I turn the car toward town. As I drive, I mentally replay this morning’s events in disbelief.

  Since I am a week away from the conclusion of my internship, Lucas told me that I was going to pitch the ad campaign for a small local window company this morning. He said it would be my ‘final test’. I had slaved over the presentation for the last 2 weeks.

  I was feeling on top of the world this morning as I walked into the office, fresh from Garrett’s bed. We spent more nights together than we did apart recently, and I was starting to think that there was something more developing. I was humming happily thinking about what a wonderful state my life was in while arranging the boardroom for the meeting. Lucas had walked in and pulled the rug right out from under me.

  “The window people are here. Thanks for getting everything ready. I’ve got it from here,” he said and turned to the door to greet the clients that were on his heels.

  I was completely stunned; I didn’t know what to say. I smiled, shook hands, and helped everyone get settled. I recovered by the time everyone had found their seats. I gave Lucas a challenging look as I walked to the front of the room.

  Lucas Ashby didn’t get to the top of his game by being nice or backing down. He accepted my challenge and smoothly outmaneuvered me. As I started to pull up the presentation, he launched into the opening. It looked to everyone else like we had choreographed it. By the time I had the electronic side running, he had established himself as the speaker. I couldn’t interrupt wit
hout it appearing awkward so I took a seat and watched him give my presentation. He took credit for everything, of course, while I fumed. My neck was a mass of red blotches and there might have been actual steam coming from my ears.

  In the end, the clients loved the presentation and the pitch. They signed on the dotted line and Ashby-Morgan gained another client. I got a headache, and my jaw hurt from clenching my teeth so tight.

  Lucas tried to hide from me after I escorted our new clients to the elevator, but I cornered him in his office, rudely barreling past his assistant.

  “What the fuck was that,” I demanded, standing in front of his desk with my hands on my hips, glaring at him.

  He had looked at me with deadpan eyes and shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t think you were ready.”