by Pinki Parks
“No. It was unfair of me to ask you to react any other way. That was your way. And…although it scared me, it wasn’t that bad. That guy was grabbing me and I couldn’t get away…I should have accepted you in every way. I reacted like a spoiled brat, instead of yelling at you, I should have thanked you. And I am sorry.”
“Really?”
“You accept the fact that I get violent?”
She paused for a moment “I accept the fact that you would fight for me. So, thank you.” She smiled at him.
“I had a great time ridding with you that day. I’m sorry that messed it all up.” He looked up and smiled back. His eyes were piercing and the stubbles on his face made him looked a little rugged. The man is sexy, she thought.
She was standing in the middle of an open space and started to take a step forward where the space narrowed, on one side was the hoist and on the other side, the tire machine. “I—"
Deacon quickly stood up and put his hand out. “Um…”
“What?” She froze.
“Nothing. It’s just that, I don’t want you to get your dress dirty. I mean, you are in an auto shop wearing a white dress. That’s like, what’s that saying…a bull in a china shop. Only the opposite.” He chuckled.
She chuckled as well, remembering what she had on. The skirt of her dress swayed and was inches away from scrapping the tire machine. She remained standing there. Keeping her eyes on him. The white dress, was a slightly see-through from being wet and clung to her breast and torso, leaving very little to the imagination. Her hair had dried out slightly as though she had come out of the shower ten minutes ago, wet but not completely. He lips were a plump light pink from the worn-out lipstick she put on earlier. Her sexy long legs stood strong in those sandals, her toned muscles giving them definition in the dimly lighted garage.
“Why do you keep looking away from me?” She noticed he kept diverting his eyes elsewhere.
“I don’t know. Many reasons.”
“Like what?” She asked in a friendly tone.
Deacon took a breath, “I really liked spending time with you Brook. It’s going to be hard when you leave. I’m going to miss you.” As he said the last part, he looked directly into her beautiful eyes.
“Really?” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile. “I feel the same way.”
He couldn’t tear his eyes away, now. “I know you are leaving, that we come from different worlds, and that there is no way you would want to stay here, but when I am with you, like I am standing in front of you right now, none of that matters.” His face was serious as though he was afraid to lose her and knew the time would come.
She took a breath. The sweet words flew out of his mouth filling her with love and excitement. He looked even more attractive then. “I feel the same way.”
Deacon dropped his head. Over the past couple of days, all he needed was to hear her say that. “Can we enjoy this moment?”
“What do you mean?”
“Tomorrow will come and go, but I don’t care about tomorrow. Right now, all I care about is you.” She shook her head as though confessing a secret.
“You don’t think that’s a bit irresponsible? You are leaving, Brook. It’s easier for you because you will be going to another place and you will be thinking of new things. But I will still be here. Missing you.”
“Well then I guess you have to decide. Do you want to let those differences matter? Because you just said, they didn’t.”
She took a few steps closer.
“They don’t matter. No matter how hard I try to keep my head on straight. They don’t matter. All I want to do is kiss you right now.” He looked down, and softly punched the car.
She gathered her dress all the way up to her torso, to make sure it wouldn’t touch anything. Even, though she didn’t care much for the dress, she had a closet full of $500 dresses at home, she did that for him.
“What are you doing to me?” Deacon’s eyes were glued to her now revealed naked legs.
Deacon, shock his head and put both his hands on this head finding it hard to control himself. “You’re killing me, right now.”
She walked up close to him. His hands, although he had cleaned them before grabbing her the towel, were still blackened with grease stains. He fought with all his might not to touch her at that moment. “Brook.”
“Yes.” She found his eyes and tried to keep him in contact with hers. She leaned her head in to kiss him, leaving space between their bodies so as to prevent his shirt from touching her dress, being sure to respect his concern over her silly white dress. Their lips touch gently, with a bit of wetness from the rain. Their tongues delighted in each other’s presence and indulged themselves further into a long restless kiss.
“You don’t know what you are doing to me. I should get in my car and drive off and never look back.” Knowing this would be the point of no return for them.
“That would be kinda hard.” He smiled and pointed to the hood of the car that had no engine in it.
She let out a small laugh keeping focus on his sexy face.
“Last chance. Does it matter, right now?”
“Right now, it is taking every ounce of my will power not to throw you on the hood of that car and kiss you.” Thunder roared outside.
She looked at him with a sexy gaze, stepped back and pulled her dress up even higher. Deacon’s jaw drops as he fondled her long legs with is eyes. She slowly moved her long legs one in front of the other around him, towards the back of the shop, with each step shifting her hips ever so slightly. He turned his body to follow his eyes, which were locked onto the bottom of that dress, that had revealed her laced panties and part of her gorgeous ass. His face turned serious as he watched and knew he could no longer resist.
She pursued to climb up the metal steps to the mezzanine simply for the purpose of showing him what was underneath her dress. He watched as the dimly lighted room revealed her small tight ass to him leaving a perfect mental picture that was slowly being engraved into his head. Oh, my god, he thought. She managed to climb up the narrow steps with one hand still holding onto the skirt of her dress. She looked down and said “you comin’?” And walked out of sight into the caged mezzanine filled with tires.
Deacon with a big grin on his face thought quickly on his feet, I’ve got no condoms, shit! Franky was a player and always had the ladies chasing him. He would surely have something in his locker. He quickly opened up Franky’s locker and found a box of condoms. Thank you, Franky! He thought to himself. He took one out and made his way to Brook, who was standing in between piles of stacked tires.
She moved closer to kiss him. He still hesitated. “I don’t want to dirty your dress and then you get mad at me…” Deacon kept his hands up in the air, away from her dress. She stopped kissing him, untied the front of her dress just a little, revealing her plump breast sitting inside the sexy white laced push up bra she had bought at the mall. He let out a breath. The sound of the rain hitting the metal tops of the cars parked outside got louder. Complete silence in the empty garage, only the sound of their slow breathes.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He started to rub her breast gently as they threw themselves back into the never-ending kiss. “I give you permission to burn this dress.” She let out a deep breath. He let out small laugh, and met her lips once again. He put his hand on her beautiful face and cupped her cheek as he kissed her. She let go of the bottom of her dress, moved her hands onto his chest, rubbing the hard and muscular body that made her ache for more, ever since the skinny dip. Black marks were beginning to cover her white dress as his hands embraced her gorgeously firm young body.
His hands reached down, under her dress and up her thighs moving slowly toward her warm and wet snatch, he could not resist the lace panties and wanted more. This was moving much faster than they had wanted but the lust they felt underneath their clothes had pushed them into submission to one another. His hand tugged t
he top of her dress to feel her nipple, a part of her that had been yearning to be touched by him every time they were alone. She arched her back and tilted her head back hitting the tire behind her, her body was screamed for his touch.
She gripped his shirt and moved her hands around his chest, stopping at a small hole, she put her fingers through and pulled hard, ripping his shirt open so she could touch his skin. A strong gust of wind swooped in, blowing the raindrops sideways. It was just the two of them and the storm that night.
The perfect manly torso turned her on even more as she went on to kiss his neck. He pulled apart the arms of his jumper that was wrapped around his waist, allowing it to drop to the metal meshed floor of the mezzanine. She moved her hands to his shaft and softly rubbed his hard body with reserved excitement making him throb for more. He let out another deep breath feeling his erection being satisfied by her sweet touch. His mouth on her naked chest, moving around, kissing her neck and shoulders gently feeling the softness of her damped skin giving him pleasure all over. His fingers slightly stroking her bare butt cheek, so perfectly display to him earlier, that had made him hard as he stood there talking to her.
He tugged on her top even more to allow her perky large breast to be completely revealed in the darkness of the mezzanine, catching only a glimpse of light from the hood of the car below. Her hands moved into his underwear following the rock-hard erection to the tip and back down the shaft, making him gasp for more air, breathing in with excitement.
He pulled down the bra strap that held up the other breast and scooped up her firm and sexy c-cups squeezing them slowly in his manly bear grip. She arched her back again in delight and satisfaction, wanting more. He took her nipple into his mouth, tickling it with is soft wet tongue, making her shiver from head to toe, her sex throbbing with excitement. Her excited body turned him on. He moved up to her neck as she tilted her head back in submission to his electrifying touch, pushing against the rubber tires behind her once again.
She flicked her head to the side moving her hair out of her face as he moved up to meet her lips and stopped, both panting, taking in deep breaths and releasing their warm breaths into each other, mouths open, lips milometers apart, her semi-wet hair flickering the light that shown on their faces.
They felt each other’s warm pulsating bodies in that moment, her, wet with excitement ready to receive him inside her, him, pulsating with anticipation for her warm wet lips that laid inside her laced panties. They kissed, tongues twirling around in fury, she pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard cock perfectly erect for her inner pleasure. She pulled down her panties, she wiggled her hips to let them fall to the floor, hands running down his back as he kissed her neck.
His firm fingers moved up her thighs, giving her shivers, passed her aching peach, nearly reaching her ass, he scooped up her leg, she jumps up onto his hips, pushing her wedged sandals against the tires behind him, legs bent and spread out for his pleasure. She returned to his lips as his hard cock rubbed against her thigh making its way to wet pulsating folds of her inner most beauty.
He slowly pushed his body forward, holding his breath as he entered her soft wet body, stretching her to the max. Satisfaction pushed her to gasps as she took in a deep excited breath, she pushed back receiving him deeper inside her, hands firmly gripped his broad shoulders. He pushed again as she ached for more. Again. Her grip on his shoulders got tighter. Again. He curled his neck down to tease her nipple as he unleashed himself onto her, thrusting, panting, she let out a moan that shock his entire body. Tires pounded against the metal cage of the mezzanine, faster and louder.
She pushed back, gripping the back of his neck with one hand, and with the other holding onto the edge of a tire behind her lower back, which allowed her long legs to bend freely, thrusting her ass forward onto him, receiving him, the hard and sexy beast of a man that she wanted so badly. They looked into each other’s eyes, mouth opened, lips millimetres apart, panting, thrusting, feeling the warm ecstasy that was between them. His muscular arms holding her up with ease, hand cupping her ass pulling her into him. With every release of breath, she took in a small breath of air. Her panting built up, faster and faster, letting out angelic moans allowing him to know she was being satisfied in every way.
As their bodies moved in and out, vagina gripping his cock and letting it slide in and out, faster and harder, his powerful thrust bounced her beautiful bare breast in the air. The sound of thunder roared from outside, the loud pang of the rain on the metal cars, the mighty wind rattled the anything that was loose outside, as they pushed into each other faster and harder, releasing their uncontrollable desire for each another, letting out soft screams of complete satisfaction. He grunted more and more and he reaches peak of their encounter. “OH!” She screamed a high-pitched sound completely receiving him deeply inside, gripping him with her legs, holding their moment of ecstasy as they gasped for air, kissing each other with love. He moved in an out slowly, her vagina still pulsating around him. They tried to catch their breaths, and they leaned in for another long kiss.
Chapter Fifteen
Brook got woken by the bright sunlight shining through the slit in between her curtains the next morning in her motel room. She opened her eyes with a huge smile, remembering the hot night she had with Deacon during the rain storm. She stretched her arms and her back, as she yawned a long breath from a restful night sleep. Scenes from the mezzanine popped into her mind made her body shiver as she decided to lay in bed a little while longer recapping the events from the previous night.
After they came down from the mezzanine last night, they talked for a while, waiting out the storm. When it got to be really late, she thought it was best for him to drive her back to the motel and turned down his invitation to stay with him. It was a calculated decision, as she truly wanted to stay in his arms all night. Deacon reluctantly dropped her off and drove himself home, only to pass out, this time with a grin on his face. It had been the first time he had sex with a woman since his wife passed and it was worth the wait. Since he had to work on her car the next two days, she agreed to meet him after work, and take in a movie. She would meet him for dinner at the diner if he had to work late.
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Brook sipped her drink while she waited.
When Deacon walked through the door of the diner she felt herself take an involuntary sharp intake of breath. He really was handsome. Not in some metrosexual, slick, pampered way that many of her male acquaintances were back home. He looked like . . . a man. Broad, rugged, imperfect.
The sight of him carefully making his way to her, nodded politely at the old couple who had been in the day before, then standing tall again and finally sliding onto the seat opposite her, made her heart beat like crazy and flooded her with a warmth and desire that took her a little by surprise. These were feelings that until recently, she had never felt before, but she knew that she wanted them and more from this man now sitting in front of her, watching her with a look of slight puzzlement on his face.
Sam, from her view behind the counter, watched as the two smiled at each other and knew Deacon and Brook were at a better place. She was happy for them.
Sheryl walked over. “Well, you two look cozy!” She smiled and put a couple of glasses of water on their table.
“Hey Sheryl.”
“Hi Sheryl.”
“I can’t put my finger on it, but something happened here.” Sheryl wasn’t as sharp as Sam. She was slower to pick up on nuances, because of her scheming nature, she was always looking for something that wasn’t there.
Sam yelled out, her voice scratchy from years of smoking cigarettes. “God threw a wrench in her engine, that’s what happened.”
Both Brook and Deacon looked over at Sam and chuckled. They knew that if Brook’s car hadn’t broken down, they never would have met. She sure had a way with words, Brook thought.
“God also made it rain.” Deacon said looking at his menu, smiling. They also thought t
he storm brought them together. It was all smiles today at the diner. They enjoyed their diners and Deacon return to work on Brook’s car for a few more hours. He then picked her up and took her to his place, where they hoped to enjoy a quiet evening without any eyes on them.
Chapter Sixteen
He swung his truck onto a concrete driveway that led to an up-and-over garage door. Brook looked over the house. It was very well kept. Outside of the garage, Deacon would occupy his time by doing some work on the house.
Deacon jumped in the shower as Brook prepared the popcorn and movie. From the kitchen of his split-level house, Brook could see out of the corner of her eyes the bathroom door opening, he came out, towel wrapped around his waist, naked and slightly wet arms, torso, legs, Brook took a moment to savour her man. He looked at her. “I’ll be right down.”
“Okay.”
She walked over to a dresser that had various bottles of liquor on, all of them opened. She chose a couple of glasses and poured them both a glass of whiskey, then took up a seat on the couch in front of an unlit fire and a large, flat screen TV that dominated the one wall of the room. Looking around she saw several table lamps dotted around on small tables and a desk with a computer set up at the far end of the room.
If she had her phone with her she would have been checking for messages frantically before she turned it off when Deacon came in but the last few days without one had been strangely liberating, she hadn’t missed it one bit and promised herself that she would curtail her use when she got it back.
Deacon came down the short flight of stairs. They cozied up on the couch and started their evening. She passed the glass of whiskey over to him. He took it, took a sip, and placed the glass on the side table next to him.
“You know, when I came to town, I never for one moment thought I would meet someone like you.”
