by Aria Ford
I pressed my foot on the gas pedal, speeding faster toward what I knew would be an amazing night.
Chapter 10
Olivia
When five o’clock rolled around, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for Brad’s arrival. I wore a simple outfit: a tight-fitting T-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off my ass. I knew the outfit would seduce Brad, and the thought filled me with a desire of my own. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing it, but somehow it felt right.
There was something about Brad that drew me to him. It wasn’t just his body or animalistic nature. It was more. It was easy to talk to him, to tell him things. In the garage, I found myself spouting out the truth about my parents without hesitation. I was embarrassed, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable or nervous to tell Brad the truth. It was odd how at ease I felt around him. Other than my undeniable sexual attraction to him, I didn’t shy away from anything when he was around. That, more than anything, was what fueled my desire to say yes to his enticing offer.
I wondered if Brad would go home to change before coming over. Checking the clock, I saw that it was half past five. If he did go home first, he might not arrive for another half hour or so. I sighed and leaned back on my hands, staring up at the ceiling and trying to quiet my aching need for him. Now that I had a job, I could pay him for the repairs on my Jeep, but that fact didn’t change how desperate I was to be with him again.
Just before 5:45 p.m., I heard a firm knock on the door. I jumped and giggled to myself. I felt like a teenager with her first crush as I flew across the room to let Brad inside. I pulled open the door, and he stepped over the threshold, his eyes traveling over my body with a desperate hunger. I pushed the door closed and took a step back, staring up at his face. He hadn’t gone home to change. He was still covered in grease from the day, which made him even sexier than before.
I tried to tell him about my job at Carla’s art gallery but before I could get a single word, his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me with passion. I gasped and moaned, sinking into him. My mind went blank as my body once again took control. There was something about Brad that completely lowered my inhibitions. He was more intoxicating than alcohol, and while he kissed me, I could barely breathe. My shorts were instantly soaked, and when he ran his strong hands up my thighs, I shivered and pressed my tits against his chest.
“You look amazing,” Brad said, pulling away just enough to rake his eyes over my body again.
“Do I?” I asked playfully.
“God yes,” he growled and kissed me again, harder.
His hands flew to my shirt, lifting it up over my head. Our lips separated just long enough to him to throw my shirt to the floor. He held me to him, kissing my lips and running his fingers down my sides. I groaned with desire and searched frantically for his shirt. Once it was off, I ran my nails down his chest. He growled and threw me backward on the bed, once again taking control.
I grinned devilishly at him while he slid out of his pants. He climbed on top of me and shoved my bra to the side, not bothering to remove it before he attacked my nipples. Just like last time, I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He unbuttoned my pants with one hand and shoved that same hand inside my panties.
“Shit,” I moaned when he found my clit.
It was amazing how quickly Brad could send waves of pleasure rocking through my body. I let him take control for another few seconds before I couldn’t stand it any longer. Flinging myself up, I pinned him to the bed and kissed him hard and fast. He growled and bit my bottom lip, his hands running down my back to unhook my bra. I slid it over my shoulder and threw it to the ground while he slapped my ass with force.
I slowly lowered myself to his neck. I pressed my lips to his skin, moving lower and lower with each kiss. Finally, I hovered above his rock-hard cock, my lips inches from his tip. He watched me with those deep blue eyes while my tongue flicked out to lick him. His eyes flew wide, and he growled as I slid his entire length into my mouth. I barely had a chance to tease him when he lifted me up and threw me on the bed.
His hands were lightning as they tore my shorts from my body. I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath them, and his eyes lit up with desire at the sight of my bare pussy.
“Goddamn, Olivia,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“You like?” I asked breathlessly. “I thought underwear would just slow us down.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, diving down to bury his lips against my pussy.
“Fuck!” I cried out as his tongue lashed against my clit.
I writhed and wrapped my legs around his face, lifting my hips and thrusting into him. He raked his tongue up and down so fast that I was soon bordering on the edge of ecstasy. Brad could feel my release coming, so he pulled away and flipped me roughly on to my stomach.
My legs were trembling as he lifted my ass in the air, slapping it twice before positioning himself at my entrance. I was more than ready for him. My soaked pussy dripped for his cock.
When he slid inside me, I grasped and hung on to the bed sheets. He moved slower this time, thrusting forward with slow power. Each time he moved inside me, waves of pleasure rocked through my body. I was soon panting and moaning, crying out for him to take me harder.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Fuck me. Harder!”
He slapped my ass again and railed me harder than ever. I cried out and hung on to the headboard, my tits bouncing with each thrust he threw into me.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled. “Fucking shit…”
I cried out his name as my orgasm took me prisoner. Pleasure shook my body, making my legs tremble and my ass shake. I could feel his hands squeezing my cheeks while he continued to take me. His grunts were getting louder and more intense, and I knew he was close.
When he came, he fell forward, grabbing my hips and forcing me back against him. I felt his cock throb inside of me, making renewed pleasure cascade through my body. I felt like I’d never be able to walk away when he finally pulled out, and we both collapsed on to the bed.
My breathing was ragged, and so was his. I looked over at him, surprised to see him already staring at me. He kissed my lips gently, more gently than he’d ever kissed before. When we pulled apart, I stared into those blues I’d already grown to love until I knew it was time to tell him about my job.
“So,” I said softly. “I got a job at the local art gallery, so it looks like I’ll be staying in Santa Fe for a while.”
“Carla’s place?” Brad asked.
I nodded. “Which means I can pay you for the repairs on my Jeep.”
“Oh,” he said. I could have sworn I heard a trace of disappointment in his voice. “Well, that’s great. I’ll work up an estimate and get it to you tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I said softly.
We kept looking at each other, but I didn’t know what else to say. Now that he knew about my job, there wasn’t any reason for us to continue with our arrangement. The offer he made was to trade sex for repairs. If I was paying him, would he still want to screw around with me?
My question was soon answered.
“I like spending time with you,” he said. “If you still want to… you know…. Well, I’m up for it.”
I stared into his eyes for a few second, unsure of how to answer. Part of me wanted to scream yes and let him take me again right there. I’d never been with anyone who could shake me to my core like Brad did. He was rough but gentle at the same time, pushing me over the edge while making me feel perfectly safe.
Still, was this something I wanted to continue? I had a job to focus on, and soon my Jeep would be fixed. What was the point of holding on to Brad when I didn’t know how much longer this thing between us would last?
Chapter 11
Brad
Despite already having started work on Olivia’s Jeep, I now needed to work up an official estimate for her. I didn’t bother before because our payment agreement wasn’t exa
ctly something that could be put down on paper. When I went into the shop the next morning though, I knew I needed something official to put on the books. Rex had been right about one thing, if word got out that I was screwing a customer, it would be bad for business.
Still, that didn’t deter me from seeing Olivia. I would continue seeing her as long as she wanted. I just didn’t know how long that would be.
After we had sex the night before, she told me about her new job at Carla’s art gallery. I’d known Carla for years, and I knew she would help Olivia out. Still, that didn’t mean Olivia would stick around Santa Fe any longer than she had to. Once she earned enough money to pay for the repairs, she would be gone, and there wasn’t anything I could do about that.
The thought of her leaving bothered me more than it should have. I wasn’t the kind of guy to get emotionally attached to a woman, and yet, it made my stomach ache to imagine Olivia leaving town for good.
I told her I wanted to keep seeing her, even though she was now paying me cash for my work on her car. Our arrangement ended, but that didn’t mean our fun had to. She never answered whether that was something she wanted to. Instead, she changed the subject, and I left her hotel room without knowing where we stood. I tried not to dwell on it, but as the day dragged on, I found myself thinking about her more and more.
She said she’d stop by the shop today to pick up the estimate but it was already lunchtime, and she hadn’t yet stopped by. I wondered if she was working at the gallery or if she just wasn’t ready to see me yet. Maybe she was afraid of turning me down, of admitting she didn’t want to see me anymore. I told myself I wouldn’t care if she did, that I would remain professional cordial despite the reject but I secretly hoped I wouldn’t have to do that.
The connection between me and Olivia was primal, and I didn’t want it to end. No matter how long she stayed in Santa Fe, I wanted her while she was here.
After Rex got back from lunch, he came over to join me by Olivia’s Jeep. I had my head buried under the hood, jotting down notes on my clipboard as I inspected it.
“What’s up?” Rex asked. “We already know what’s wrong with it.”
“Gotta work up an official estimate,” I said.
“Oh,” Rex said. “Why?”
“Olivia’s coming in later so we can work out that payment plan I told you about,” I said. “She’ll need a full estimate when she gets here.”
“Got it,” Rex said, suspicion in his voice. “When did she tell you this?”
“What?” I asked, distracted by my work.
“That she was coming by today,” Rex said. “When did she tell you? Did she call while I was out?”
“Oh,” I said. I shook my head. “No, she told me last night.”
“She called the shop?” Rex asked, his eyebrows raised.
I sighed and looked up at him. He was clearly probing me for information, and I didn’t appreciate it. Whatever was going on between me and Olivia was none of his business. I didn’t want to share the intimate details of my life with Rex, especially when they involved Olivia.
“What are you getting at, Rex?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said, shrugging. “Just making conversation.”
“Well, don’t,” I said. “Just get back to work,”
“Yes, boss,” Rex said, his tone mocking.
I rolled my eyes and finished up my inspection on Olivia’s Jeep. With my clipboard in hand, I hurried into the office to type up the official estimate. It wasn’t going to be cheap. Even working for Carla, Olivia would have a hard time paying the entire bill. I sighed and tried to think of ways I could cut costs. If I reduced my fee for labor, then it would cut off at least—
I shook myself. Sighing deeply, I threw down the estimate and closed my eyes. I ran my hands over my face and tried to relax. What was it about this girl? Here I was, thinking about her constantly and going out of my way to make her bill cheaper. What the hell happened to me?
All day, I’d been stressing about our conversation from the night before. I was worried she would say no to seeing me again and that I would be forced to keep my desire in check. It wasn’t like me to care this much. Just the thought of her leaving town was enough to make my chest ache and my palms sweat. I had to pull myself together, or everything would turn to shit.
I finished Olivia’s estimate and tucked it away on my computer. It was almost time to close the garage, so I knew she’d stop in soon. I thought about going back out to the garage to distract myself with work while I waited for her but I never got the chance. Just as I rose from my chair, I heard the distinctive sound of the front door. Peering around the wall, I saw Olivia stroll through the lobby and stop by the front desk. I grabbed her estimate and hurried out to meet her.
“Hey,” she said, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. I swallowed hard and smiled back at her.
“Hi,” I said. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show.”
“Sorry about that,” she said softly. “I’m here now, though. What’s the damage?”
I slid the estimate over to her and watched as her face fell. Her eyes darkened and her forehead furrowed. I knew the price was intimidating, but when she looked back up at me, there was a determined look in her eyes.
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “I can do that.”
“You don’t have to pay it all right away,” I said. “We can work out a payment plan.”
“I was hoping for that,” she said, relieved. “I won’t make a lot at the art gallery, but I’ll make a little each week.”
“Sounds great,” I said. “Just factor in your hotel costs and then pay me the rest. We’ll do that until the bill is paid off.”
“Perfect,” Olivia said, smiling. “Thank you so much for doing this.”
“It’s nothing,” I said. “What am I going to do? Slam the door in your face?”
She laughed and shook her head. Her eyes fell to the counter, and she blushed slightly. When she looked up at me, the determined look was gone from her face. In its place was that fire I recognized immediately.
“I’ve been thinking about our conversation from last night,” she said softly. “And, I don’t want to stop seeing you either.”
“You don’t?” I asked, heat flooding my stomach.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t know how long I’ll be in Santa Fe. Once I get the Jeep paid off and a bit of money saved up… Well, I don’t know what my next move will be. I just thought you should know that before we continued anything.”
“I know,” I said. “I like you, Olivia. If all we do is have some fun while you’re in town, that’s fine with me.”
I wasn’t sure my words were entirely true but when she leaned across the counter to press her lips against mine, it no longer mattered. I melted into her, letting the kiss drag on until a slamming door made us jump apart.
Olivia blushed, and I felt my face grow hot. That kiss, unlike the others, was full of more than just sexual desire. I felt myself sinking into her, losing myself in the feel of her soft lips. In a daze, I glanced around to see who had come through the door. Thankfully, it was just Rex moving through the office. He was still in the back and hadn’t seen a thing.
I grinned at Olivia, licking my lips and staring at her. She laughed and rolled her eyes, leaning forward and letting her cleavage spill out of her shirt.
“The shop should be closing soon, right?” she asked softly.
The answer to her question came in the form of Rex. He walked around the corner and stopped when he saw us standing there.
“I’m heading out,” he said. “Everything’s all locked up out there.”
“Thanks,” I said without looking at him. “See you tomorrow.”
Olivia and I stared at each other until we heard Rex’s truck fire up. Her grin was mischievous as she jumped on top of the counter and swung her legs over it, dropping to her feet in front of me.
Chapter 12
Olivia
Our kiss deepened as I pushed him backward toward a waiting chair. He fell into it, looking at me in shock as I straddled him. Our bodies fused together, tangling around each other as we kissed passionately. I was soon breathless, desire hot between my legs. I could feel Brad’s dick getting harder in his pants. I tore my lips from his and threw my shirt over my head, tearing my bra off and kissing him again.
His hands caressed my back while we kissed, our tongues dancing in perfect rhythm. He groaned when I pulled away again, my hands searching for the button on his pants. I tore it open and yanked the zipper down. Brad lifted his hips up just enough for me to pulled his pants down. His boxers slid with them, letting his rock-hard cock burst free. I stroked it slowly while he kicked his clothes away.
“Olivia…” he moaned deeply.
I moved my hand slowly around his dick. It wasn’t like him to be this submissive, but I liked it. For once, I was in control, and I loved the way I affected him.
He trembled beneath my touch, and when I grazed my tits across his face, he bit at me with ferocity. I giggled while I continued to tease him, making his blue eyes darken with repressed desire. He threw his head back and watched while I stroked his long cock. Soon he was shaking. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
