The Mechanic and The Princess: a bad boy new adult romance novel

by London Casey

  Whatever happened, I just hoped Olivia would find her happiness. And I was pretty sure I got to see a glimpse of that during her speech.

  I reached across the truck and put my hand to her leg. “Hey, darling. I need to know where I’m going.”

  Olivia jumped and gasped. “Oh, Gavin. I fell asleep.”

  “No big deal.”

  “I’m supposed to be…”

  “Telling me where to go,” I said.

  “About a mile up the road. Turn right. Follow that dirt road and then there’s a secret right turn.”

  “A secret right turn?”

  “I was helping a company last year. I met this guy who ran a hedge fund. He had this dream and it broke apart when he and his wife got divorced. The last thing he needed to get rid of was this cabin. So I bought it.”

  “You bought a cabin. In the woods.”

  “Yeah. I thought it would be nice to have a secret place.”

  “Liv, how many times have you come here?” I asked.

  “Am I that see through already?” she asked.

  “Answer the question.”

  “Once,” she said. “For the inspection before closing.”

  I didn’t reply. I sensed her embarrassment over it.

  “I have people check it out,” she said. “Keep it clean. All that. It’s just…”

  I grabbed for her hand. “It’s life. Fuck it.”

  “Yeah. Fuck it.”

  I took the right she told me to look for. We went from a paved road to a dirt road. From that dirt road we ended up going damn near off roading. I took the secret right turn and the first thing I thought about was if it ever rained. You’d get trapped easily. Which wasn’t always a bad thing.

  I went slow and then I saw the glow of a light. A porch light. A porch light on a cabin. In the woods.

  “Damn,” I whispered.

  “Gavin, I have to confess something.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I called to have someone check on the place before we came,” Olivia said.

  I stopped the truck to the left of the cabin. I looked at Olivia. “Oh yeah?”

  “I wanted this. You here. Just you and me.”

  “You just assumed I would come to your speech and then spend the rest of the afternoon into the night with you?”

  “More than that,” she said. “I assumed you would spend the night with me too.”

  “Wow. That’s some real confidence.”

  “I know what I want, Gavin.”

  I looked at Olivia. “So do I, darling.”

  I wasn’t going to lie to myself. I fully expected the cabin to be laced with gold. And have the most expensive technology possible. Basically a full luxury hotel in the middle of the woods, which was probably secured in a way that not even a fly would bother the cabin.

  Damn me for judging it.

  The second Olivia opened the door, it was nothing but a real cabin in the woods. Yes, it had electricity and running water, but that was about it. The first thing that struck me was the smell. That old, rustic, wood smell. The back of the cabin had two large windows that looked out to the dark woods. I figured the view there in the morning and during daylight had to be something amazing. There was a chair in one corner of the living space with an ottoman, a table, and a lamp. On the side wall was a small fireplace with a TV above the mantel.

  There was a couch, a love seat, a couple end tables, more lamps, and that was really it. Everything was basic. Everything was simple.

  “The kitchen is through here,” Olivia said. “If you want to get a drink or something to eat.”

  I followed Olivia to the kitchen. It was a little country style kitchen. White tile with marks of wear and tear. The basic necessities of a kitchen and nothing more. There was one window above the sink and a door that Olivia said led to a pantry. The only other exit from the cabin was from the living space. Behind a set of stairs was a door that led to a deck that ran the entire length of the cabin. This, of course, I didn’t see because it was so dark outside.

  The tour then continued as Olivia showed me the upstairs of the cabin. It was basically a loft. All hardwood floors throughout with a large open room concept. There was a bed in the middle with a skylight above it.

  I pointed to the skylight. “You never slept here? Let the sun wake you?”

  Olivia shook her head. She sat on the corner of the bed. “No.”

  “Can I ask something?”

  “Of course.”

  “What’s the point?”

  “Of?”

  “Everything,” I said. “You have all this… but no time to enjoy it. I feel like it’s a cruel joke.”

  “How so?”

  “Did you ever watch cartoons as a kid?”

  “Who hasn’t?”

  “I’m talking real cartoons. There was a cartoon of a guy stranded with food. But he couldn’t make any of it. He needed to open the food, build a fire. So he busts his ass to find a way to do that. At the end, he is finally able to build a fire and cook for himself to stay alive. Then he turns and the food is gone. He forgot it. So now he has a way to cook but no food. I feel like that’s… all of this. You have all this money but can’t enjoy what you have. I enjoy what I have yet I have no money.”

  I walked toward the bed and sat down next to Olivia. I took her hand. She put her head to my shoulder.

  “This part I do like though.”

  “Which one?”

  “The one where it’s quiet.”

  I laughed. “I think we can agree on that. I don’t get much quiet myself. Just a different kind than you.”

  Olivia popped her head up and put her chin to my shoulder. “You understand things others don’t, Gavin. I can’t thank you enough for doing everything you did today.”

  “I met your friend Whitney.”

  “No.”

  “Oh yeah. She seems like something.”

  “Gavin?”

  “Yeah, darling?”

  “I don’t want to talk about today anymore.”

  I looked to my right. “Good. Fuck today.”

  “Fuck today,” she whispered back.

  I slipped an arm around her and leaned at her, turning my body. I kissed her, groaning, my body still ready to go after what happened in that fancy ass hotel room.

  Olivia fell to her back and grabbed at the bed, thrusting her chest out and sighing.

  I kissed her again and pulled away, grinning.

  “What?” she whispered.

  “Nothing, darling.”

  “Oh, there’s something in your eyes, Gavin.”

  “Yeah, there is. But I’m not in the mood to talk.”

  “Then what are you in the mood for?”

  I grinned again and shook my head. This woman - The Princess - was doing some serious damage to what was left of my heart.

  I leaned down and kissed her neck. She grabbed at my hair and groaned.

  “No more talking, Liv… I’m going to show you what I’m in the mood for.”

  I ran my hands along her silky skin all the way to her panties. There was just something about Olivia in a dress. The fact that she was dressed all proper and there was nothing proper about what was going to happen.

  My fingers touched the lacy edges of her panties and I grabbed. I pulled with force, no time to spare, and ripped her panties down her body and left them on the floor. That also included her shoes. My fingers slowly moved back up her body, touching her, memorizing every inch, every subtle curve, everything I could possibly reach with only the two hands I was born with.

  I teased her as my fingers moved to the insides of her thighs but then back out and around at the last second, running up her hips and along the side of her body. All the way to her breasts where I cut under her bra and cupped my hands over her. She had her hands on the bed, holding the covers, sighing and trying to control her breathing.

  I looked down at her beautiful body. The way she was breathing. The way her hips curved at the perfect angle. The wa
y her smooth body gave way down and around to her slick core. I eased my hands down her body, leaving her dress rolled up to her breasts.

  I had her. All of her. The woman who walked into my life as a stranger and turned out to be sort of famous. Yet that part didn’t matter to me. What mattered was the way she looked at me. The way her heart raced when I kissed and touched her.

  And now… the way she tasted.

  My hands gripped her hips tight. I pulled at her, making it goddamn known that I was in charge. She could be The Princess. She could be rich. But right then, I was the fucking king and my tongue was the most expensive thing in the world.

  I gently kissed above her sex and with the tip of my tongue I made a straight line down. Her sweetness overtook my nose and mouth at the same time. I pulled away and growled, feeling insanely feral, an animal on the loose, ready to fucking pounce on his prey.

  She was beautiful, everywhere. Her tender folds slightly peeled open, showing me her wetness and a slight pink hue that worked against the rest of her creamy skin. I gritted my teeth as my cock swelled inside my jeans. I came forward for another sample, another sweet taste of her honey. And I got plenty. I curled my tongue, moving down and then right back up.

  That was enough playing for me.

  I was hungry…

  I pulled at Olivia’s hips again and brought my mouth to her. I slightly turned my head and kissed her tender pussy. My tongue began to move left to right, parting her again, flirting with her throbbing center, quickly moving to her clit. There I paused and suckled against her, thirsting for not just her taste but her pleasure. She groaned and I wanted to hear more. She moaned and I growled back at her. Then she lifted her lower half off the bed. I quickly slipped my hands around and took handfuls of her ass. I squeezed and she cried out. One of her hands grabbed at my hair.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Gavin… I want…”

  I nuzzled my nose to her clit, inhaled all of her then looked up to the beautiful sight of her dress all fucked up and her head back as she was lost in what I was doing to her.

  “I know what you fucking want, darling. You’re going to come for me again. Right fucking now.”

  My lips and tongue went into attack mode once again.

  She let out a yell and her hand was gone from my hair. She pulled at the sheets and bucked her hips at me. My hands moved down to her lower ass, almost at her legs. I kept her where I needed her to be. I couldn’t stop tasting, my thirst never quenched, my tongue racing harder, faster, quickly realizing the way Olivia like to be kissed at such a delicate spot. She liked my tongue all the way and then zigzagged back up. She liked me swirling around her clit, flirting, then pressing my lips against her clit, kissing a second before sucking. Pulling at her until her body jumped and she called out my name.

  I repeated the move again and again, adding more and more pressure. Each time she tried to pull back, I pulled her closer. No fucking way she was getting away from me. Not with what I wanted.

  And my payoff came just a few moments later. In a quick move, Olivia put her feet on the bed. My eyes looked and saw that her toenails were painted. A stupid fucking thing I never cared about before… but seeing her nails painted a red color… my heart swelled like my cock. My heart started to pound. I felt goddamn breathless and Olivia was the one reaching climax.

  Groaning deep in my throat, I turned my head even more and took her into my mouth. All of her sweetness, all of her pulsing pleasure, trying to fight back the reality of me falling in love with Olivia.

  She slipped her hand to the back of my head and pressed, wanting me tighter.

  My left hand slid along her belly and just held there, reminding her that I was in control.

  I built her up and brought her down, her legs trying to close as she wanted to push me away. I grabbed at the inside of her knee and pushed her legs back open again. The fierceness inside me subsided just enough so that I could gently kiss along the inside of her thigh. I had no idea what she was used to before… but I wasn’t going to just up and run. Time meant nothing. I was there for the night.

  And I would remain that way all fucking night if need be to keep her groaning, thrusting, and coming.

  I backed off her a little and then slid my hands up her ribcage and pulled her to a seated position. I then reached around and opened the back of the dress. My hands worked with a wild care as I took the dress off Olivia’s body. I showed no care or shame as I flung it across the room. Olivia reached back and unsnapped her bra. She then slowly stood up, letting it fall to our feet. Completely exposed before me, she stood with a wicked confidence that made me smile.

  Her hands touched my neck and ran down my body to the bottom of my shirt. As she started to unbutton it, I grinned and grabbed the top of the shirt.

  “Darling, this is why I don’t wear fancy ass clothes,” I said.

  I then pulled and sent buttons flying across the room as I ripped my shirt open. Olivia gasped in shock. I had a sleeveless undershirt under the shirt and I quickly took that off.

  “Holy fuck,” Olivia whispered, still in shock.

  I grabbed her by the face and stroked my thumbs against her cheeks. “This is what you do to me, Liv. You’re driving me insane. My fucking head. My fucking body. My fucking heart.”

  She grabbed between my legs. She then wrestled with my jeans and opened them. I put my hands to her ass and lifted her, bringing her warm, naked body against mine. I stepped at the bed as I stepped out of my jeans, leaving everything behind.

  I took Olivia to the bed and walked her up the bed and gently placed her down.

  Olivia’s hands clawed at my shoulders, arms, back, at my chest. I put my left hand to her side as I put my right hand to her inner thigh.

  I lowered myself down and my cock felt her swelling heat.

  When I touched her, she thrust and groaned, putting her head back.

  I kissed her neck and made a line down to her breasts. My mouth eased over her left breast and I took her into my mouth. My tongue moved in the same motion as it did between her legs. Her nails dug harder into my back muscles.

  I lowered myself even more, entering her. Taking my time as I slid deeper, feeling her sheath me inch by inch. I took myself to the hilt and held there. I kissed to her other breast as I gently pulled back and then fucked forward. I loved the way her body responded to mine. The way her body fit with mine. A feeling that grabbed at me and threatened to make me explode far too early.

  I kissed from her breast to her neck.

  Olivia then bit at my ear. She groaned and bucked her hips at me.

  I started to move faster, my right hand sliding down to her ass. I held her as I pumped forward and pulled back. Again and again. Faster. Harder. Losing all sense of time and reality. I looked down at Olivia as she put her head back. I kissed gently at her chin.

  “Fuck, darling,” I whispered.

  Her hands scratched up my back and around to my shoulders. I put a little distance between our bodies except for the lower half.

  I then turned, without leaving her beautiful body, and moved to my back and put Olivia on top of me. Her hands went for my chest as she braced herself. She leaned forward a little, her hair dancing in front of her face. Her full breasts were there for the taking and my hands sought comfort as I cupped her, my thumb flirting with her hard nipples.

  She began to rock her hips, leaving me deep inside her, moving the way she wanted and the way I fucking needed. My hands then made their way down her body, grabbing her hips for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Yet I wanted to do it a hundred times more.

  I started to lift Olivia and lower her. Guiding her along the steel thickness of my cock, feeling her pulsing as she started to do it herself. My hands slid around to her ass where I could feel her pumping, and not just with me inside her.

  Her head slowly fell back again as she moaned.

  Fuck, it was just… serene. Maybe the best sight I ever had in my damn life. The way her hands held to my ches
t so fucking tight. Her perfect breasts gently dancing to the rhythm that I moved her with. Seeing her moving up and down against me. Feeling her move up and down against me. Two fucking hearts that were on such opposite ends of the world but connected through only things we understood.

  I gritted my teeth and sucked in a breath as I felt myself ready to go.

  I moved my hands around her body again, feeling her sweet and soft skin, all the way to her face. I gently pulled at her, guiding her down until our lips were close enough to kiss. But I just kept her there, less than an inch between us, temptation flooding me so hard it was hard to breathe.

  I thrust up at her as she came down on me.

  There was a helpless look on her face but that was just pleasure. I growled and then kissed her. That one little kiss unleashed the vixen in Olivia. She started to kiss me. Hard. Fast. Grabbing at the sheets.

  But I wasn’t having that yet.

  I hurried to roll over, putting myself back on top of her. Before she could make a noise, I kissed her and started to thrust as hard and as fast as I could. She let out a gasping noise that was muffled by our kiss. I put my forehead to hers, breaking the kiss, grunting as I felt the uncontrollable need to…

  “Fuck,” I growled through gritted teeth.

  Olivia had her nails in my back again and pulled hard at me. She bit at my shoulder as she whimpered as I started to come.

  Everything fast. Everything becoming slow. Easing myself down and slowly kissing her perfect thin lips. Olivia put her hands to my face, digging at the scruff. We kept kissing. They were deep and passionate kisses. Not that flirty after sex bullshit stuff. The kind of kiss that would lead to sex..

  … and that’s exactly what happened …

  Seventeen

  A Private Moment

  (Olivia)

  I opened my eyes to the skylight as it allowed the sunlight down on my face and body. I let out a long breath and turned my head to kiss Gavin’s chest. I touched his hard body, feeling muscle even as he slept. I put my chin to his chest and watched him as he slept.