Statham

by Flora Ferrari

I smash through the front door and extend my arms. A split second later I feel a body make contact with my shoulder and I wrap my arms around it in a tackle, bringing it to the ground.

  I open my eyes and pull the engine hose that was tucked inside my pants, quickly tying up the intruder. He’s dropped the knife in the impact as expected. I never would have done such a move if he had the knife up. I had to know it was in a position where she couldn’t be harmed, even by a freak misstep.

  “There you are you little shit,” he says.

  I slide around the counter, grab a stack of unopened mail and wad it up. I slide back around the counter and stick it in his mouth.

  My heart is beating out of my chest.

  “You’re covered in blood!” Isla says.

  I don’t say anything. I just grab the phone on the counter and dial 911.

  Thirty minutes later the police are telling me he’s booked for a whole number of crimes. Because of the high value nature of the cars that easily includes multiple felonies as it was determined that after finishing us off he would have stolen a car. He does it every time.

  They’ve got enough to lock him up for life, here or if they deport him to the U.K. Finally, this chapter in my life is over.

  But what’s more important is that another chapter has clearly begun.

  Isla had the chance to give me up, and if I were in her shoes it would have made a lot of sense. But she didn’t. She stood there face to face with a bloodthirsty man who’s twice her size, and she didn’t back down. Even in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have expected that kind of loyalty, especially from the mysterious girl who just appeared out of nowhere yesterday.

  I’m not a spiritual man, but it feels like someone knew. Someone knew and they sent her. What if I had been by myself? He would have had an advantage on me and it would have been a lot more challenging.

  Damn, just when I wasn’t sure what to think about my lust for her she goes and shows me what we have already is a lot more than just that.

  The fantasy of love at first sight is just something they sell to women to get them to buy any number of products…or is it? They say you never understand it until it happens to you.

  I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around.

  There she is. Standing there with a look in her eyes. “Thank you for saving me,” she says.

  “I didn’t save you. You saved us, and in doing so you finally set me free.”

  Her hands come up and she grabs my face just before our lips crash into each other and I finally get that kiss I wanted so bad earlier.

  It was well worth the wait, so good that now that I’ve felt it I know I would have waited an entire lifetime just to taste her lips and feel her body pressed against mine.

  CHAPTER 7

  Isla

  We spent the rest of the day talking to police officers and news crews. It was nuts.

  Everyone I used to work with called and I even got a text from Doug. I didn’t read it and blocked him right away. Stick with frozen food girl, loser.

  The most excitement I ever experienced at my prior job was when I got fired, and that wasn’t the good kind. Other than that it was considered an emergency when the bottled water ran out or someone didn’t submit a TPS report on time.

  Yesterday was a different kind of emergency, in two ways. The first way scared the heck out of me and showed me what kind of a real man and hero Statham is. The second emergency was my realization last night that I need him. This is the guy that I can’t let get away.

  Breaking up with Doug, or should I say finding out I was getting cheated on in real time turned out to be the biggest blessing in disguise ever. Now I’m free to be with a real man, who knows how to keep his hot dog in his pants…except I hope, when it comes to me.

  Around lunchtime a package arrives. I know just what it is. The minute I got home last night I went to the Agent Provocateur website and ordered something special in red. I choose next day shipping. Luckily they had an after holiday sale so I was able to get everything plus shipping for the exact amount of my last check. Talk about something that’s meant to be.

  Statham’s bent over the hood of a car so I have just enough time to tiptoe past him, making sure to grab one of those one-piece mechanic’s outfits that’s hanging from the rack on my way. I’ve never seen him wear one anyways. By the time I’ve arrived each of my first two days he’s already hard at work with his shirt off and covered in sweat.

  I quietly open the bathroom door and slip inside. I get completely naked and open the FedEx overnight package. I remove the Agent Provocateur set and put it on. Wow…so this is what well over two hundred dollars feels like against the skin. I’m not complaining.

  I step into the mechanic’s outfit and zip it up. I step out of the bathroom feeling confident and sexy as hell. Now let’s see if I can get this mechanic to really blow a gasket.

  CHAPTER 8

  Statham

  The second I drop the hood I feel her hands on my back. She moves them up slowly, pressing deep which my overworked muscles welcome.

  Her hands continue up onto my shoulders where those small fingers of hers show off more strength than I expected…but then again nothing about her surprises me anymore. When it comes to her I almost expect the incredible now, but no way I’ll ever take it for granted.

  She massages my shoulders and I feel my cock press against my briefs and my Dickies. Two layers aren’t enough to contain the rod I’ve got for her.

  I turn to face her and immediately we kiss. It’s hot as hell and I can’t take this anymore.

  I go to rip off her shirt, but I see she’s wearing one of my one-piece work suits. What the hell? Not that I’m complaining. Damn she looks hot.

  She takes a step back so I can see her.

  “What do you think? Do I make a good mechanic?”

  “You make a good anything, but damn you sure do look incredible.”

  “If you like the outside, wait until you see what I’ve got on underneath.”

  I grab her by the waist and twist her around laying her out on the hood of the Lambo.

  I reach for the zipper and slowly bring it down, expecting to find her naked but no. She’s wrapped this gift up perfectly.

  “Damn, girl,” I say. I just stand and stare, taking in the sight of her.

  She leans up on her elbows and raises her leg.

  I grab her leg and lift it from the ground. She’s wearing high heels! Fuck me! How far does this fantasy go?

  I carefully slide the suit off one leg and then the other. She leans back on the hood extending her hands and arms behind her.

  She’s got her red high heels on the ground and some red fancy underwear on including those garter belt things on the side.

  I want to unwrap her, eat her, and ravish her all at the same time.

  I lean forward on top of her and grab her by the hips pulling her body up toward mine. She wraps her arms round my neck and I cup her ass with my left hand as I undo my pants with my right. My pants fall to the floor relieving some of the pressure, but not damn near enough.

  I feel the tips of her shoes trying to hook my underwear from the back so she can drag it lower.

  I kiss her hard and grab my drawers, yanking them down to mid waist.

  I reach frantically for her underwear and pull them to the side.

  I take my cock in my hand and line it up to her soaking wet pussy and slide it in as she moans my name.

  I adjust my grip taking her hips in both hands as I bounce her up and down on my rod letting out years of built up sexual energy, but I’m not the only one.

  Her head is flailing wildly sending her hair every which way. Fuck, this is incredible, but I don’t want to bust a nut too quick.

  I lean her down on the hood of the car and reach for that bra, unhooking it in the back with a twist of my fingers. Her breasts come busting out and I feel like the wild man inside me has been unleashed even further.

  I grab her tits with both hands and slowly
rotate my hips in rhythm sending my cock in and out of her pussy slowly, making sure she can feel my shaft enter and exit. I never pull it out all the way though, I want her hungry for me but never empty.

  She grabs the top of the hood and tries to use that as leverage to lift her hips higher. Instead I lean forward and enter her from more of a downward angle, sliding against her clit better to make sure she’s getting this just as good as I am.

  I’m close to busting again, but I can’t. Not yet. This is too good. Too intense to stop now.

  I grab her left leg and bring it high and around spinning her face down onto the hood.

  “Oh my god,” she says.

  I bring her feet back and set her heels down on the ground.

  She braces her hands on the hood and pushes her ass back into my groin. I take hold of her hips and proceed to pound her like a piston in and out of the hole. I’m fucking her just as fast too and the friction is building up on my rod, but she’s so damn lubricated I slide in and out with ease.

  I can barely take it anymore as my pelvis slams into that ass of hers. I watch the giggle and thrust again and again and again. Harder and faster until finally.

  “Fuuuuuck!” I scream.

  “Ahhhhh!” she yells.

  I fill her with my load as her pussy clenches on my cock locking me in place so it can take everything I’ve got. It’s like her body is hungry for me to bury my swimmers inside her and make a baby, and damn if that’s not exactly what I want at this moment too.

  I push my hips as far forward as I can, clenching my ass muscles so I can get as deep inside her as possible as I feel a second eruption.

  Her pussy continues to pulsate around my rod milking it for every last drop.

  And finally I can’t take it anymore. I fall forward onto her hard and hear her heels slide along and then off the concrete below us.

  I wrap my arms around her as best I can and we both begin to laugh.

  “That was incredible,” she says.

  I spend my entire day moving around so much and so quickly it’s its own form of exercise. I’m in great cardiovascular condition, but she’s got me breathing like I’m completely out of oxygen.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I say. “And smell so fucking sweet.” I leave my dick inside her until I can start to breath again and my cock starts to subside. It’s taking forever.

  Damn, our bodies are really trying their hardest to make a baby.

  And I don’t object one fucking bit.

  Not with her. I finally met the one. The woman I can trust and the woman who I want to fuck like no other. She’s got my back and I’ve got hers, but I’ve got to get off of her back right now…literally. I must be squashing her as I’m still spent and resting all my weight on her.

  I stand up and take in a big breath.

  “I liked the feel of your weight against my back.”

  “It wasn’t crushing you?”

  “You already crushed me,” she says. She rolls over onto her back and winks.

  I look down at her groin, which is red. Her panties have mostly moved back into position but I can still see all the wetness from her lubrication which I’ve made a big mess out of thanks to my speed and power. She looks like a work of art laid out there for me.

  “Fuck, I’m ready to take you again,” I say as I feel my dick pick right back up where it left off.

  “Then why don’t you?” she asks.

  Ring! Ring! Ring!

  “Hello? Isla are you back there? I’m coming back are you there?”

  “Shit! It’s my dad.”

  “Your dad?”

  “What’s he doing here?’

  “I have no idea.”

  I pull up my pants as quickly as I can.

  “I’m here for my free oil change,” he yells.

  “Oil change,” she says as she frantically tries to get herself put back together. “We just got the family special. Oil change, rotation, mounting, fluids changed…fully serviced,” she says as we laugh.

  But the joke’s on us.

  “What in the hell is going on back here?” he yells as we zip and button as quickly as we can.

  “Dad, I can explain,” she says.

  CHAPTER 9

  Isla

  Two weeks later

  Just when everything seemed so perfect, like the stars had miraculously aligned I go and lose another job and another man.

  But it was never really the case of me losing another man. It was a case of me losing my first man.

  I didn’t even know what a man was until I met Statham. I never would have given a guy with so little hair so much as a chance…until him

  But now I didn’t want to give him a chance. I wanted to give him everything. But my dad wasn’t having it.

  Even worse he was hoping for me to get back with Doug. I don’t know if that makes my dad the biggest loser or he’s trying to turn me into the bigger loser.

  Take back the guy who cheated on me? No way! Not in a million years, even if I hadn’t met Statham.

  But we did meet and there’s no going back.

  He has Doug beat in every possible department there is.

  Honest? Check.

  Reliable? Check.

  A man who can handle a real woman? Check.

  And when it came to sex? No contest!

  Doug couldn’t even pick me up. He tried once and said I needed to drop some pounds first. Jerk!

  With Statham it was the first thing he ever did. He picked me up and threw me around like a rag doll, impaling me on his cock. He didn’t have any problem with my weight. Maybe Doug was just a weakling who needed to hit the gym once in awhile. Or better yet learn to turn a wrench or swing a hammer or do the kind of things real men do.

  But where have all the real men gone these days? I wasn’t even aware how much I needed or wanted one until Statham.

  These pretty faced college boys who sit around their mom’s basement all day buying and selling Bitcoin saying that they’re investing? Translation…they’re gambling. They don’t even know the simple principle of investing. Buy and hold. And just like the real men who take that approach with their money, Statham was ready to take that approach with me.

  He was all in. Fully invested. He made me his and was ready to hold onto me forever.

  Our bodies were trying to make a baby for Pete’s sake!

  My pussy and my entire being never reacted like that after a hook-up with Doug. What a shitty term. Hook-up? Doug’s a jerk.

  But the bigger jerk right now is my dad. He’s forbid me from seeing Statham.

  He calls me every day leaving nice messages and offering to come over and speak with my father, but I tell him he can’t right now. It’s just too much.

  My dad already caught me once and I had to get a cheap-o phone off of Amazon just to secretly stay in touch with him.

  I picked up a Blu phone for fifty bucks and that’s exactly how I feel…completely blue.

  CHAPTER 10

  Statham

  “It doesn’t feel any different, bro,” my customer says.

  “What are you talking about? Take it around the block again. You’ll see.”

  “I did. Three times. There’s maybe just a bit more horsepower and it handles slightly better, but it’s not the kind of work you did on my other rides.”

  “Are you saying that I’m cheating you?”

  “I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying…well…it’s not you. You’re the best man. At least you were the best. This is just…well…okay.”

  “Get the fuck outta here,” I say. “And keep you damn money,” I shove his check back at him which he stuffs in his pocket.

  I go into the back and get to work on the next one.

  I hate being told I’m not the best at what I do. I know I am. But the worst part is…he’s right.

  I haven’t been able to focus since Isla’s been gone, and it’s killing me.

  It’s messing with my concentration. It’s messing with m
y work. It’s messing with everything.

  I don’t know where she lives because I never had her fill out the application. I don’t even have her last name.

  I could go looking for her but she already told me not to. Plus that would be creepy.