by Britney Bell
“No, I will not be moving my truck. You’ve still got the job.”
A week passes, the mechanic has come and removed the engine to work on it, and I have all the supplies that I ordered in to start working on Zane’s truck. I’ve been itching to get my hands on this baby. I can see that it means a lot to him, and doing my very best work is the least I can do for putting him through that shit storm when he came in.
When I’m deep in a project, I lose all sense of time. The passion for what I’m working on drives me to envision the finished product, and mornings turn to nights and days turn into weeks.
“Lily, you in here,” my dad calls out. He’s been at the shop, covering for me up front while I have Zane’s truck to work on. After telling him what happened with Bob, I think he also sticks around to make sure that jerk doesn’t show back up. “Zane is here to check in on his truck.” I’m sitting on a stool sanding the Bondo out where I patched over a spot on the bottom door panel, my back to the door. Turning my head to see my dad, I wheel around to face him. Zane comes walking in behind him, holding two sacks of takeout food. “There you go. You kids have a good time. I’m heading out for the night, and I’ll lock up the front on my way out. Good night, doll.” He leans down, kisses my forehead and walks out.
“I brought you some dinner.” His voice is sexy, and my body immediately reacts.
“What? Why did you do that?”
He’s got this side smile and cocks his eyebrow up in question. “Isn’t that what boyfriends do?”
How embarrassing, I’m sure my cheeks are flaming red. “Zane, I’m sorry.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just teasing you. I wanted to see how the truck was coming along, so when I called in, your dad said that you were still in here working on it. Also, it’s dinner time, and I haven’t eaten yet, and bet that you haven’t either. So, I brought food. Wouldn’t want my girlfriend starving, as she slaves away on my truck,” he finishes saying as he winks at me.
Fuck! This man is gorgeous! Glancing around for something to make a table out of, I walk around to the back of the truck and put down the tailgate. “Here, table is set.”
5
Zane
I stay long after we eat and dive right into being her assistant alongside her, handing her tools as she needs them. We talk through random topics about everything under the sun. She asks me what I do for a living, and I answer her truthfully, about being a member of the Texas Tornados football team. That truth doesn’t seem to faze her attitude towards me in the least. Thank God, some women in my past have instantly turned fan girl crazy. Spending time with Lily is amazing, I want to know all about her. Conversation always flows smoothly, and I’m amazed at her talent.
When she’s finished for the night, I offer to escort her to her car on the way out. I feel like a junior high kid trying to make my move, taking a chance, I slide my fingers into her palm. I couldn’t deny my need to touch her. She accepts my pass, and we walk in comfortable silence to the parking lot. As I open her car door, I bend down and kiss her on the cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Thank you for dinner, keeping me company, and helping me tonight,” she says and glides into her Ford Mustang. To hear her better, I squat on my haunches and listen intently.
“That’s what boyfriends are for.” Chuckling briefly, the words leave my mouth to tease her, yet I kind of want that statement to be true. I don’t know her that well, but spending time with her tonight, and the way my protectiveness kicked in the other day, this feeling is really not surprising.
“Zane…” Her words stop as my hand reaches up to gently stroke her face. With my thumb I wipe away a small dirt smudge on her cheek that makes me even more attracted to her. I don’t think I have ever been this turned on by watching someone work as I did Lily. It is taking everything I have to control myself from not picking her up and marching back to the tailgate of my truck to sit her there, spread her legs wide and drive my cock deep into her warm, wet pussy.
Staring into her golden eyes now, the same look of want and need are in hers, too. I tip my head forward with the clear direction of kissing her; she shocks me and comes closer, meeting me in the middle. Our lips come together, my eyelids automatically close, and I watch the fireworks play out in my mind, as I feel this strong sense of passion ignite. Her moan into my mouth makes my hand reach behind her head to support her neck, taking the kiss harder.
Breathless, I pull away, knowing if we continue this, I will in fact, pull her pants off right here in the parking lot and have to taste her desire, and not stop until she is screaming my name for all the world to hear. “Tuesday’s are really my only evenings off, during the season. I’ll stop by next week and see you then. Drive safe.” One last kiss to her forehead, and I reluctantly get up, close the car door, and send her on her way.
The week flies by, and on repeat, I bring dinner, we talk, and I help her with the truck. The huge difference tonight is the connection between Lily and me is more powerful than last week. There is an unstable electric current in the air that can burst at any moment, causing this unstoppable sexual force to combust. The thing is, I don’t want to hold back, and I get the sense that she doesn’t want me to either.
“This baby looks like it’s coming back to life, fast. About how much longer do you think you will have to work on it,” I ask Lily.
I can see the wheels turning in her cute little head as she thinks about it. She pats the back fender and then jumps up on the tail gate of the truck to sit. “If all goes well, we should be done in about two or three weeks. He is coming along nicely.” Her feet swing on the backend of the truck as she talks, drawing me closer to her. As I reach her, I step in between those tone legs and gently tuck the fallen hairs from her ponytail behind her ears.
“Damn, I like helping you, but I will be out of town the next two weeks.” Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink under my scrutiny. I could stare at her all night and still not get enough.
She surprises me with wrapping her legs around my waist and pulls me into her by squeezing her legs. My body fully responds, and my mouth crashes down on hers. This is not the delicate kind of kiss, this kiss is full of heat, lust, yearning passion, and makes me hungry for more of her. We can’t get close enough. She grips my biceps, bringing me to her, and I wrap them around her in a hug as tight to me as I can get. I feel my shirt rising up, exposing my back, and all of my restraint breaks. I move away for a second to grab the jackets that are hanging on the coat rack in the corner and toss those directly behind her in the bed of the truck. She’s watching me, and I take this moment to catch my breath and take in the site of her. She’s fucking gorgeous with swollen, just kissed lips.
“Zane, what are you looking at? I want you. Now, get that fine ass over here and make me scream your name.” Holy fuck!
“Yes, ma’am.” Reaching in my back pocket, I take the famous gold packet out of my wallet, pull my shirt over my head, and make one stride to reach her.
Not sparing any time to fulfill her request, I remove her t-shirt to reveal a red satin bra up against pale skin. She is so beautiful; I need more. She pushes her chest forward asking for more too. Quick flick of the front clasp, and her breast spring free, as the satin falls to the sides. Cupping the perfect handfuls of soft skin, I rub my fingers over her nipples. They are so hard for me, and when my mouth connects with the peak, her moans drive me to speed this up, but I want to savor this moment, savor her.
Pleading words escape from her, between deep breaths, “Take those pants off. I need you.”
“Are you in a hurry?” I joke back, as I unbutton her jeans. She lifts her hips in reaction and asks me to remove them. I definitely will accommodate her demand. “Fuck me,” I whisper mindlessly, as I see that her panties match the red satin bra. There’s a vixen underneath the dirty work jeans and t-shirt. That thought makes me impossibly harder. I’m now so thick that it’s to a painful point and must get out of these jeans.
“Yes, that’s what I am trying to do. Fuck me, Zane.”
Not fucking wasting any more time. I rip her shoes off, pull her jeans the rest of the way off, drop my jeans around my ankles and sheath myself. Even though she is begging me, I still need to make sure she is good to go by rubbing her clit and inserting one finger and then two. She is soaking wet and more than ready. I place my throbbing cock at her entrance and punch it in, causing her to gasp. Holding us still for a brief moment to let her body mold to me, she relaxes, and I know she can take more.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she responds, and I counter by kissing her hard and guide her to lay back on the jackets.
“Why thank you, sweetheart.” Massaging her breasts with my hands, I pump my hips back and forth, sliding my shaft in and out. With each pass inside her, I feel her insides squeeze me harder. She’s beautiful lying there in relaxed bliss with her eyes closed, and all I can do is stare at her in awe.
“Lily.” Her eyes flutter open to meet mine. “I want you to look at me when you are screaming my name.” I place my thumb on her nub and circle it around as I drill in and out of her. Our eyes stay connected and do not waver. It only takes a few minutes and the beautiful sound of her voice releasing my name is heaven to my ears, signaling my cock to shoot my load into the condom.
She feels so damn good, not wanting to disconnect, I pause just to take her in. I can’t wait too long, or I will leak into her. I go ahead and hold the condom to me as I pull out, slide it off, and tie a knot in it. Picking up my pants to just under my hips, I walk to the small restroom to get some paper towels to clean us up. When I return she’s still laying in the truck. I clean her and climb in next to her on the jackets and pull her to my chest.
“I’m sorry to have to leave in the morning. I wish I could stay and help you some more on the truck.” She tilts her face up and kisses my chin.
“It’s alright, thank you for all that you’ve done already,” she sweetly says while running her fingers over my chest.
“Unfortunately, I have back to back weeks of away games and won’t be able to get back here until after the truck is done, but I’ll swing by to pick it up as soon as I land.”
“Sounds good.” Her voice sounds sleepy.
I’m not sure how long we lay holding each other, but right here with her curled into me is right where I belong, where she belongs.
6
Lily
It’s crazy how much I can miss someone that I only met a couple of weeks ago and have only spent a few evenings with, but I do miss him immensely. The first and second Tuesday pass, and I keep looking for him to walk through the door. We’ve texted a few times, but we really haven’t had time to connect. I’m loaded up with work on the other cars during the days and spend my evenings out here working on Zane’s truck.
Within this time the mechanic brings the engine, reinstalls it, and I hear the truck come to life for the first time. All the stories about Zane and his childhood growing up with this truck flood my mind, and my eyes well up with tears with the happy memories. I know he can’t wait to see the finished work. He’s as excited about this project as me. Most clients come and go quickly, none of them have shown as much excitement and passion toward a car as Zane does with this truck.
Now, just have to get this ol’ boy polished and prettied up for Zane to come tonight and pick him up. I’m bent down by the front passenger tire, and I hear the garage door slide open. Excitement overcomes me, bringing a huge smile to my face and warming my heart. “Hey…” My voice goes silent, stunned speechless. What the hell is this asshole doing here this late? Pulling myself together, I ask, “What do you want, Bob?”
“That’s no way to greet me, now is it?” he sneers as the harsh words spit out of his mouth. His voice is evil sounding, and I’m certain he’s not needing to see about any car. He has no business showing up. This can’t be good.
Surveying my surroundings to see what I can use as a weapon; I see a large wrench to my right on a stool in front of the back tire. I inch my way over there and try to distract him with talking. “I don’t have any cars for your insurance company, so I know you have not come to adjust any. What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to collect what’s mine,” he says. He moves closer and starts to come around to my side of the truck.
I bend down, grab the wrench and reply, “I don’t have anything that’s yours. Now you can leave.”
“Quit playing games, Lily. You know what is mine.” His bulging eyes rake over my body, causing the hair on the back of my neck to raise. He’s fucking disgusting.
“There’s no way in hell. Get the fuck out of my shop.” My voice raises in frustration at this lunatic.
He lunges at me, but I advert him by making a swift move around him, placing my back to the door. I can turn and run, but I don’t know how quick he is. He could catch me. It’s better to keep my front toward him and see what is coming in my direction.
“You know you also want this. For the life of me, I can’t understand why you keep fighting it.” This asshole really is crazy. “But now I’m tired of playing games, and with your little boyfriend out of town, I can finally take what’s mine.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah, that’s right, I did my research and know who he is, so I know that they had an away game last night, and he’s not around.”
He lunges for me again, and I raise the wrench to hit him. I’m not going down without a fight. It’s all like slow motion. The wrench stops midair above my head and is grabbed out of my hands, someone from behind shifts me around. I’m suddenly behind a large back of protection, at the same time, I hear bones cracking. Zane! With no hesitation, I grab the phone from my back pocket and call the police while Bob goes after Zane, but this time Zane wrestles him to the ground and pins him there. I’m still on the phone, but I rush over to grab the zip ties off the work counter and toss them over to Zane, so he can restrain Bob.
Zane gets him all tied up, as I remain over on the opposite side of the truck, out of sight of that sick bastard. The police are on their way; I can take a deep breath. Although, that signal doesn’t reach my brain, it runs on imagining all the things that could have happened, had Zane not shown up. I’m visually shaking now, but strong, safe arms wrap around me and guide me out of the shop, shutting the door behind us. It’s then that I break down and cry into Zane’s shirt. Gripping it with all my might, never wanting to let go. “Shhh, shhh, you’re alright. I got you,” he coaxes me to calm down. I don’t know how long he holds me, but when I hear the sirens approaching, I pull myself together.
Wiping the tears away with my shirt, I twist out of Zane’s hold. “Alright. Let’s get this garbage out of my shop.”
He chuckles lightly, shakes his head, and pulls me in for a soft kiss. “Yes, that’s a great idea,” he says as the police arrive.
7
Zane
It takes about an hour for the police to record our stories and haul that scum out. She’s still shaking and flustered, and I hate seeing her this way.
“Hey, so, the truck looks fantastic. Is it drivable yet?” I say to distract her and turn her focus back on better things.
She graces me with a big smile that gives me the desired effect of my question. “Yes, it sure is.”
“Can we take it for a drive?”
“Yes, we sure can,” she repeats, bouncing on her toes and hops over to the worktable to grab the keys. “Let’s go.” She tosses me the keys. I open the passenger door to invite her to climb in, shut it when she does, and jog over to get in on the driver’s side.
There’s something about the freedom of driving down a small highway and watching the scenery pass by. A quick glance at her and her wide smile tells me she is happy. I reach over and run my fingers on the back of her hand, coax it to turn over, and she immediately rewards me and places her hand in mine, interlocking them. We ride in comfortable silence, listening to the purr of the engine and the passing wind, as we take
in the setting sun miles away in pasture where cattle graze.
She delights me by unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding over to the middle seat to sit next to me, and then fastens another seatbelt to secure herself. It’s as if it’s a symbol that she is here to stay, right next to me. I reach around her, resting my arm on the back of the seat and tuck her into my side close, where she belongs. She settles in and leans her head on my shoulder.
“Have I ever told you the true story behind this truck?”
Her head lifts from my shoulder, and I can feel her beautiful golden eyes studying me. “What do you mean? You already told me about growing up with it.”
“There is a whole other story in the history of this truck. I know I’ve told you about all my adventures, but I haven’t told you about my parents and the truck.”
“Well, don’t keep me waiting, spit it out already,” she states excitedly.
I can’t help laughing at her impatience. I gently place her head back on my shoulder as we drive, so I can begin my story. “My dad’s family lived on a farm in North Texas. His parents did pretty well for themselves, and during my father’s senior year of high school, they had a huge crop payout. Pops, my grandfather, knew that my dad had sacrificed his entire year helping with the farm, rather than playing sports, going to social events, or just being a kid. So, he wanted to reward him for his hard work on the farm and for graduating high school. On his eighteenth birthday, Pops took him down to the local Chevy dealership, and let him choose a brand-new truck.
