Wrenched_A Small Town Mechanic Romance

by Kara Hart

  She places her hands against mine. Her cheeks turn red and her thighs begin to shake. I let go of one hand and spit down against my thumb and index finger. I place it on her clit and rub, as I pound her into the ground. “Michael,” she moans. “I’m going to cum.”

  I keep at it. I want to see her writhe against the floor. I want to see her completely lose it. I bend forward and kiss her. Her tongue pushes to the back of my mouth. I bite her lip and pull slightly. She does the same, but ultimately loses control. Her teeth begin to chatter and face grows warm. Enough is enough. She’s ready to show herself to me.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers. Her head turns violently to the right, to the left, and then pushes back against the wall. Her legs shake. I kiss the top of her head and she lets out a moan so loud, and so deep, that it shocks me. It’s a feminine roar that turns me on to no end.

  I fuck her faster and don’t let myself slow down, nor do I stop. Our bodies glisten and my muscles have grown tight. I kiss her feet, I kiss her thighs, I kiss every damn corner of her body, and keep the images and feelings inside my mind forever. I’m drowning in her, drowning in the pool of our lust.

  I close my eyes and feel the sharp vibration grow bigger and bigger. Eventually, I can’t hold on. I look over the edge and let myself go. The pleasure comes right from the center, right below my cock, shooting, until it spreads throughout my body. “Emily,” I moan. “I’m—” but she already knows. We’re both in the throes now.

  Wave after wave of pulsating desire comes forth from my body. I open my eyes again and see her, in a different light. She’s soft, she’s cute, she’s smiling at me, while giving me those bedroom eyes. I come back down from heaven, back into her arms, and we tumble toward the bed, laughing.

  “So much for not sleeping with my boss,” she says.

  “Is that a rule of yours?” I ask her.

  “It was when I saw how hot you were,” she says.

  I touch her cheek and breathe heavily. Waves of endorphins are still flooding into my body. This woman, this bombshell is staring back at me, and I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world. I’ve broken out of my insane celibacy and now I feel free.

  “But I’ve got a kid. Our lives are so different,” I whisper. “You know? You have so many options, so many possibilities. Being with you is freeing, I have to admit.”

  She just shrugs. “It’s just fun,” she says. “And it turns me on that you’re so responsible. Guys aren’t normally like that. I think most men would have run away in your situation.”

  I ignore that last bit. It doesn’t matter to me what other men would do. What matters is what I do for myself, and my family. That’s what I’ve learned. I have a duty to provide and to try and bring some semblance of humanity to this chaotic world.

  “Are you staying here?” I ask her. I look at the clock. It’s one in the morning. It won’t be long before we have to go back into the garage again.

  “I shouldn’t,” she says. “Besides, it’s hard for me to sleep in someone else’s bed.”

  “You won’t stay? Not even if I beg?” I kiss her thighs and run my hands up to her waist. The good feelings never stop coming in, but if she leaves, I know they will. I’ll fall asleep in the darkness.

  “You should check on Lisa,” she says, kissing my chest. She steps out of bed and puts on her panties.

  “No, not the panties,” I say.

  “I have to!” she laughs. I grab her and pull her back into bed, kissing her one last time.

  “Fine,” I say. “I’ll see you in just a few hours, anyway.”

  “Exactly. You can handle it,” she says, dropping to the floor. She kisses my cock and curls her tongue out. Then, like the tease she is, she drops back and grabs the rest of her clothes. “See you tomorrow, boss man.”

  “You’re torturous,” I groan.

  “That’s me.” She smiles and walks down the hallway.

  I hear that door close and lock. I have to laugh at myself for a second, before going to check on Lisa. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Michael?” I sigh.

  Emily

  What do I do when I get home from his house? Most people would go to bed, but I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s the way he acts so calm, when on the inside, he’s dark and brooding. It’s his body. It’s the way he touches me, kisses me, and holds me. He’s so fucking warm. Yet, it all feels so wrong. It feels forbidden. If we get caught by Susan, will his business go awry? Will she make my life a living hell?

  Probably.

  But that’s not stopping me… yet. There’s an undeniable pull about him and I can’t let go. I cum thinking about him tonight. I stay up all night with my legs enclosed over my hands. I’m dripping wet. It won’t stop. And when I close my eyes, I dream of intense heat, steam-filled rooms, and his powerful body, towering over me.

  The next morning, I can barely wake up. I look at the clock and I’m already two minutes late. “Shit!” I exclaim. I jump out of bed, hair all frizzy and insane. I grab the clothes I wore yesterday and put them on. I look in the mirror. I’m a total wreck. “Fuck. Me,” I sigh. Well, it has to do. I’m fucking late and I don’t want Hanson getting pissed at me because I fuck the boss every now and then.

  I drive over, going at least sixty miles per hour. I park in the driveway and jump out of the car. When I run in the garage, I’m completely out of breath. I look crazy, I know it. “I’m sorry!” I announce. “My phone. I must have hit snooze.”

  Hanson looks over at me, and shrugs. “Stay an extra ten minutes after. It’s no big deal,” he says.

  “Yeah, glad you’re safe,” Michael says.

  “Okay…” I sit down quietly and eye Michael. He doesn’t look at me at all.

  I grab my tools and start drilling. I do everything I need to do, getting more work done than I ever have. Still, he hasn’t said a word to me. What the fuck? I think to myself. Why is he ignoring me?

  As the day progresses, I get more and more pissed off. This time, Michael goes to get food and I’m stuck with Hanson. There’s a huge purgatory of silence, until finally, I ask him, “What’s up with Michael?”

  “Michael? What do you mean?” he laughs.

  “I don’t know.” I lower my gaze and think for a second. “He just seems distant, right? Is it in my head?”

  “I would just suggest finishing the work that you have and not thinking about those things. Michael gets into moods. He’s got a life full of heavy responsibilities,” he says

  “Yeah, but he hasn’t said a word to me,” I say, feeling a bit let down. What was last night if it wasn’t something? Or am I just crazy for thinking it was anything except for a good fuck?

  “Why do you care so much?” he asks. He holds back a faint smile, but his ears are waiting for something juicy to hear.

  “No reason,” I say. I go back to work, but now, Hanson won’t stop staring at me. Finally, I have to just put everything down. “What? Why do you keep looking at me?”

  “Because. Something is going on right now,” he says.

  “Nothing is going on right now, actually,” I correct him with a hard lie.

  He just shakes his head and laughs. He flat out asks me, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

  “That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?” But I’m blushing and I know I’m giving myself away.

  “You fucked him and now you’re feeling weird about things.” He laughs and claps his hands on the desk he’s shaping. “Wow, I have to give it to you two. That happened pretty damn fast.”

  “I never said we had sex! I was just asking a simple question,” I exclaim. At this point, however, I’m bright red and completely embarrassed. I wish I hadn’t said anything to Hanson. Now, it’s going to be a whole thing at work.

  “No need to get so defensive,” he says. “If you didn’t do the crime, you didn’t do it. I don’t really care either way.”

  “Good. Now, leave me alone.” I smile.

  “Leave her alone, Hanson!�
� Michael’s booming voice comes in through the garage door. He walks in with lunch and sits down. “What is he doing now?” he asks me.

  “Nothing.” I shake my head. “He’s just being a brat, as usual.”

  “Typical,” Michael says. He places his hand on my thigh, in a friendly gesture, but removes it after Hanson sees him doing it. Hanson’s eyes widen.

  “She’s mad that you haven’t said a word to her all day,” he says.

  My head turns faster than a bullet shot out of a rifle. I glare at him with all the malice in the world. I mouth the words, Do not, and say, “I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it’s not the truth.”

  “Are you really mad at me for not talking to you?” Michael asks.

  I hang my head in shame. “I could care less what you do, Michael.” I sigh.

  Hanson stands up and extends his hands in peace. “I’m just messing with you. She didn’t say anything of the sort,” he says.

  “So, you’re just being a dick, as usual. Got it,” Michael says. Hanson frowns and grabs the food from him.

  “At least there’s pizza,” he says.

  Michael ignores him and looks at me. He motions for me to follow him inside. “Hanson, I’m going to check on Lisa real quick. Hold down the fort,” he says.

  “Sure thing.”

  I walk in behind him and shut the door. Lisa is sitting calmly on her bed, writing in her diary. When she looks up at Michael, we know almost immediately that we’re imposing on her. “Sorry,” he says. “Just checking in.”

  “It’s fine,” she says.

  When he looks at his daughter, his eyes look happy and full of life. His body seems to light up and his face is prideful. Lisa looks at him like he is everything. I sort of know the feeling, unfortunately. He’s perfect. Perfectly unavailable.

  “So… what was it you wanted to show me?” I ask.

  Again, he motions for me to follow him to a separate area of the house. We enter the kitchen, the first time I’ve seen it, and he leans against a counter. “Well, you have a wonderful kitchen.” I laugh.

  “Come here,” he says. “I’ve been dying to see you.”

  “It’s only been hours,” I say, but I’m moving toward him without any hesitance.

  “I still can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers.

  I fall into his arms, feeling them clasp around my waist. I lower my face and our lips meet, bringing the warmth I had thought I had lost, back into my body. I admit, “I can’t either,” as I lower my head onto his chest.

  It’s a revelation I don’t want to utter out loud, but I can’t help how I feel. It’s been tearing at me all night. He’s the hottest guy on the planet, by far, and he wants me. I’m just some damaged girl who fled her crazy ex to start a new life. I’ve never felt like I was anything special, but to him, I am. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can feel it by the way he touches me.

  But a question begs to be answered. Will this sentiment last? Dennis used to say all those things. He used to be sweeter than syrup to me. Then, about a year into the relationship, everything changed. Things got real. Personalities came to the forefront and our true selves were revealed. Unfortunately, he took me with a grain of salt. Now, I’m here, crumbling before another man.

  “It’s dangerous,” I reply.

  “I didn’t want to say anything today because I didn’t want to come off as too obvious. You know how Hanson is,” he says.

  “It’s okay.” I kiss him.

  “No. It’s not. I should know how to act around you, but sometimes I don’t know the protocol. Wanting someone this much, desiring someone this much, is new to me. Even with Susan, there wasn’t this much need. I need to feel you again, Emily. I need to taste you. I need to—”

  “I need you too, but this is bad, Michael,” I say. “Where can this lead to? Nowhere good, right? I mean, you have a child to take care of. You have Susan to deal with, and the business you own together. I don’t fit into the equation.”

  “Fuck all that. If things work, they work. You know that’s how it goes,” he says. “I don’t want to have to think about any of that. I just want to think about you bending over this kitchen counter. I want to think about how good you’ll feel underneath me.”

  His hand falls to the center of my pants. I feel myself grow warm, dewy, and moist. My breathing quickens and I’m forced to take a step back. “You’re wet,” he says. “Aren’t you?”

  I don’t know how to react. My heart is beating so fast. I just nod, slowly, while fidgeting with my fingers. He smiles when I nod. “Show me,” he says.

  Again, I don’t say a word. I slowly unzip my pants and slide them down to my thighs. “Turn around,” he says. I turn around and bend over the kitchen counter for him. He moves closer to me, standing right behind me. He runs his hand down, from my neck to my panties, and pulls the white cotton all the way down to my ankles.

  My skin grows tight as I feel his hand move toward my pussy. Goose bumps press up against my skin. The dripping wetness slides down my leg, as he kisses the top of my ass, unable to help himself. His palm moves flat and firm against my lips. I let out a deep moan of ecstatic anticipation, waiting for him. Just waiting.

  “God damn. You’re so wet, baby,” he moans.

  I reach down and pull up my panties. I push against him with my ass. He steps back in disbelief. “Later,” I tell him. “Not right now. We have work to do and I’m hungry.”

  He’s holding the center of his jeans. The imprint of his massive cock is on proud display, right in front of me. I stare at it and breathe heavily. It’s crazy how much he turns me on and just how much I specifically turn him on. As I walk back into the garage, I have a big smile on my face.

  “She’s cute, huh?” Hanson asks.

  “What?” I sit down and get back to work.

  “Lisa. His little girl. She’s cute,” he mutters.

  “Oh yeah.” I laugh. “She’s the best.”

  Michael comes in next. Tonight, he’ll invite me into his house. I’ll slip out of my dress and he’ll take me into bed. This is our dirty secret, and I have to admit, I love keeping it.

  Emily

  “Come over.” The two words I’ve been waiting to hear all night. Foot to the pedal, a few turned corners, and I’m inside his dark house, in that kitchen again.

  “I’ve missed you,” he says.

  “No you haven’t,” I whisper. “You just miss what I didn’t give you earlier.”

  He grabs my waist and smiles. “Well, I did miss that too,” he says. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my fucking mind.”

  “You’ve got issues. Obsessive tendencies, maybe.” I wink.

  “That’s putting it mildly. I’ve been hard for the past three hours. The sight of you bending over in front of me was too much to handle,” he says.

  “Good boy,” I say. I kiss his cheek and pull away. I walk over to the counter and bend over. “Go on.”

  He rips my pants down. He rolls my panties to my ankles. He kisses my ass and slides his tongue down, until he meets my lips. He eats me like a high hanging fruit, not yet ready to be juiced; yet, his thirst has brought him there regardless.

  I push my ass against his face. His tongue curls inside of me. He pulls on my lips and smacks my ass hard. I feel the sting rise up into the back of my throat. He spanks me again, and again, and again, until I beg him for more. Of course, when I do, he’s moved onto the next act. He’s ripping his own pants off. He wants to show me what he’s had in store for me all day.

  “You’re going to make me lose it, woman,” he says.

  I already know. I know how I make him squirm. Sometimes, I doubt myself, of course. But right now, it’s obvious just how much he needs me.

  The first push is always the best feeling in the world. He fills me with his cock, like no other man has been able to. I’m packed to the brim, nearly unable to take him in. He groans with pleasure and my breath comes out hot and heavy.
“Deeper,” I tell him. I want him to push the limits. I want to feel every bit of him.

  He pushes his body over mine, cupping my breasts in his hands. His thumb circles around my nipple, hard and erect from excitement. He runs his fingers up to my collarbone. Up to my neck, he grips again and I am thoroughly satisfied. Michael Vanderbilt is a man of epic proportions. He is this town’s best-kept secret and I’m not letting any woman know.

  “I want to look into your eyes,” he whispers.

  He spins me around, pushing my ass onto the counter. He lifts my legs up and spits downward. When he slides in, he’s rock hard and gripping my thighs even harder. “You’re perfect,” he keeps telling me. I can’t take a compliment worth shit, but it gets me wetter than a rainstorm.

  He puts his hand over my soft stomach and feels me. He likes me for who I am. He adores me. At least, that’s how it feels when I’m with him. The way he touches me with ferocious masculinity, coupled with his deep passion, makes me feel a rush of pleasure.

  I soon begin to let go of all inhibitions. I fall into him, emotionally and physically, one hundred percent. I let myself be in the moment. There are no thoughts now, but there is him and what he gives me. He fucks me hard, but moves slow, while remaining close to me. All the while, he whispers in my ear, sweet nothings, like, “I’ll never be able to get you out of my head.”

  Quicker than I thought, he works me up to a tipping point. With his hands behind my lower back, positioning me just right, I feel everything inside of me swell up, tense and pulling. Away, my mind drags from my body, as if I was given wings. Tonight, I’m his angel, and he’s taking me past the pearly gates, to a nearby trove, where he can fuck me and use me forever.

  My eyes close and tear up. My teeth chatter. It’s the kind of feeling that makes your toes curl and palms turn sweaty. I grip around his neck, but don’t let on. When he kisses me, however, I’m sent elsewhere. A sharp, pin-prick pops inside of me, forcing my eyes wide open again. My mouth drops, loose and wide.

  I try to mumble something, but I can’t. The orgasm is so fucking strong, much stronger than last time because there is more emotion tied to it now. I’m all wrapped up in Michael, spinning to and fro, and it feels like being born again. Yes! That’s exactly what it’s like. Being born and dying at the same time. When I come back to, I’m a new woman, complete with a huge, radiant smile.