by Angel Steel
Oh, just fucking great!
Turning around and facing Torch as he approaches us both. I’m standing my ground. I’m not allowing this woman to come in here and move the fucking bike out.
“What’s up, sugarplum,” Torch voices.
“I’ll deal with you about that stupid name later,” she grumbles at Torch. Pointing her finger toward me. “Zane, thinks I shouldn’t move this bike.”
A pissed off woman standing in front of me I can handle. Looking toward Torch, his fists clenched his sides, I calm my breathing down a notch. I could easily take him down, quickly, but I don’t. I can’t show my real side. I won’t show them what I could do and possibly lose this job.
Torch continues to stare at me and then out of the nowhere a grin forms over his lips. “Shit, bro. You have big brass balls to go against this little Hellcat.”
My eyes travel to where she stands still above the cycle. What could she possibly do? She is tiny. Yeah, she might have a mouth on her, but that’d be about it. Crossing my arms over my chest, I feel her eyes roaming over me. Hellcat! I can’t help but laugh at that statement.
“What’s so funny?” the so-called Hellcat asks. She removes herself from the bike and walks to the front facing toward me.
“I really can’t see how you could be a Hellcat? Maybe in bed, but standing before me, nope.” What’s wrong with me seriously? I must have a fucking death wish by the way she’s now glaring at me. Her fists clench at her sides, her lips pressed firmly together as her breathing picks up while she looks at me.
She shoots forward, but before she’s a chance to do any kind of damage, Torch wraps his large arm around her waist, holding her against him.
“I’ll show you how much of a Hellcat I can be, asshole,” she growls.
She struggles in Torch’s grip. “Settle down,” Torch replies as he tightens his grip further.
“Let me go,” she yells out.
“As long as you leave the fresh meat alone, sweetheart.”
“Fine,” she mumbles.
I stand where I am as Torch lets her go. She’s definitely a feisty one that’s for sure. Spinning around she stomps back over to the bike, hops on and pushes against the kickstand then slides the bike out of the garage without taking another glance my way.
I feel Torch shift up beside me. “I’ll let it slide that you mentioned the whole bed part with Hellcat. Don’t go there… that’s the only warning you’ll get. The other thing you need to know, Hellcat’s a graphic designer. The only one in town, and the best you’ll ever see. The bike in the front of the shop is her work. And I’d suggest if you want to keep this job you need to be on her good side. She owns the shop.” Torch walks away and out of my view.
Shit! She’s the owner? She’s the reason I’m here in the first place. Fuck! I need to be on the good books with the owner of the shop. It isn’t just this job I need to keep, it’s getting close to the owner. And now I know that it’s her, this whole thing isn’t going to be so difficult after all. I can get close to a woman! A woman I want under me and if I can get that then it’s an added bonus. There’s no harm in a little fun while I’m working here, is there?
A week went by without once seeing Zane. Damn that prick. I purposely made sure I was here earlier than normal so I could begin my jobs and get them all done. But like any sane woman, I’d sneak out and try and see if I could at least get a glimpse of the man. It never happened. As I’d finish one job, thinking I could get a look in, another customer would arrive with their bike for me to design. So I gave up looking.
After the incident last week, I’d never have thought he’d be the one to steer clear of me. It was meant to be the other way around. Shaking my head, I push the next cycle in and close the doors. Stripping my black button up shirt off, I wipe the sweat covering my face with it and then throw it toward the door.
Walking over to the mixing table and combining the paint for the shade that the owner requested, I test my spray gun on the table top. Frowning, as the air hisses through the gun because not a single spray of paint disperses. Unfastening the paint compartment, I check to see if it’s jammed. Tapping it lightly against the table enough not to break it, but to possibly loosen whatever’s stopping the paint from coming out. Testing it again on the table, still nothing. Getting frustrated, I spin the spray gun around and fiddle with the tip of it adjusting the flow from straight to wide. I hit the trigger accidently and paint shoots from the tip and covers the front of my singlet, drenching it in purple paint. “Shit!” Dropping the spray gun to the table, straight away I pull my singlet off over my head and toss it toward the rags at the door. Glad that I locked the main door when I entered, I now stand in the booth in only my black lace bra and cut-off jeans. From my breasts down to the top of my shorts is covered in paint. Bright purple! Bright, friggin, purple is covering my skin. Just perfect! Glad it wasn’t pink.
Looking around the room for something to cover myself, the only thing that will is the apron. Wiping as much paint from me as I can, I wrap the apron around my front so I can make it to the bathroom. As I open the door, I grab the bottle of industrial hand wash from the end of the bench and hold it to my side as I look around seeing if anyone’s there and when I don’t see anyone I make a dash toward the bathroom. As I make my way down the hall, I’m only steps away from the bathroom, my steps falter when I hear a voice behind me.
“Damn, Hellcat! Is that a new fashion statement for the booth? I need to get in there with you,” Max says.
Turning around ready to give him a piece of my mind, my words pause when my eyes take in who’s behind me. It’s not only Max, but Torch is there as well, and Tank is behind Torch. Resting my hands on my hips, I open my mouth and freeze while I watch Zane walk around the corner and toward where we’re all are standing. He stops, taking in everything around us.
“What’s going on?” he asks. He looks from Torch then to Max, then his eyes land on me. For the first time in a long time, I blush as his eyes wander over my body while I stand there in front of them all.
“Where’s your shirt?” Torch asks as he steps toward me.
“Near the door. The spray gun jammed up again and covered me in paint,” I tell him.
“Didn’t you check the gun properly?” he asks standing in front of me blocking my view to the rest of them.
“You know I do after every spray, Torch. It’s never done that before,” I answer him frustrated.
Taking one more step forward. “I’ll check your gun out while you’re cleaning yourself up, okay?”
“Thank you,” I whisper and turn my back to them all and push open the bathroom door.
I hear a groan coming from behind and I look over my shoulder while proceeding to the bathroom. Zane’s eyes are glued to my back. Grinning, I slap myself on the ass as I step into the room and close the door behind me. Max’s laughter echoes through the door. Laughing to myself, I remove what clothing I have left on and take the bottle with me and slide under the shower. I’m glad that my dad decided on adding the shower into the bathrooms at the shop. Although this isn’t the first time I’ve been covered in paint, it is definitely the worst.
Adding a couple of squirts of the wash to my loofah, I begin scrubbing. I hold my breath at the strong kerosene smell from the wash. I watch the clear water cascading over my body which is now purple as it disappears down the drain. Glad that I’d added thinners to the paint instead of it being straight because it would’ve stained my skin if that was the case. Now all that laid where the purple paint once was is light pinkish skin from all the scrubbing. Rinsing off, I can’t help the images of Zane as they flash through my head. The way he stood there as his eyes roamed over my own body. My heart pounded in my chest as his eyes glued to my breasts. They never strayed from there until I turned around from his view. Then hearing that sexy groan coming from his mouth as I turned around, I couldn’t help it, I had to slap my own ass. But in doing that it drove the fire deep inside me further.
My han
d slides down over my wet body, my core clenching. Every light touch from my fingers has my body quaking for more. It’s been far too long since I’ve taken someone into my body. These days it is me doing it all. Ripping my hand away, there’s no way I’m going to do anything about how horny I am now in the damn shower at work. Turning the shower off and stepping out, I dry myself. The only thing that sucks now is that I have to walk across the hall in only a towel. Four steps into the spare room which is practically the locker room for all staff.
Well, no one other than me used the room, so most of the things in there belong to me. Taking a deep breath and hoping no one, especially my dad will see me like this, my mind starts to drift. I open the door and come face to face with Zane. The only other person I don’t feel up to seeing right now. Shifting past him, I open the door and make my way in trying to push it closed behind me, but without hesitation the door handle is ripped from my hand and Zane follows me into the room, shutting it behind him. Standing there shocked, he prowls toward me.
Swallowing the lump in my throat. “What the hell are you doing in here, Zane?” I squeal. I back away from him until I’m against the wall near the sofa. Resting his hand above my head, he leans forward and rubs his nose down my neck and along my collarbone. His warm breath lingers over my skin, causing goose bumps to erupt.
“God, you smell so sweet,” he groans out. His hand at my hip tightens. Leaning my head back, I have no idea why I was allowing whatever was happening to happen. His lips skim over my neck, I can’t contain the shiver that rakes my body at the sensation of having his lips on me.
My own hands grip my towel, holding it to my body as he slides closer into me. My hands are pinned between our bodies. I can’t move even if I want to. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with any male and I don’t want to scare him, let alone myself if I jump him like a horny school girl.
Lifting his head, the hand holding onto my hip slides down lower and traces over the edge of the towel. My breath catches in my throat. He’s so close to the one place that hasn’t had any attention for the last four years, other than myself, of course.
“The thought of you in that shower, naked and dripping wet… ” his tongue struck out and runs over my ear, “running your hands over your body, gliding over your breasts, down over your stomach and to that sweet pussy of yours.” His teeth nip at my ear lobe.
Gasping at the slight pain and the words that leave his mouth, I begin to pant while he continues to suck and nibble on my ear. It is the one thing that drives me wild. Letting go of my towel, I grip onto his shirt, holding onto him. His teeth graze down my neck and latch onto my shoulder as he grinds his crotch into my stomach. Moaning, feeling the hard evidence behind his jeans, I slightly start to rock myself against him. His other hand comes down from the wall and starts to stroke from my shoulder all the way down to the top of the towel and lightly trails his fingertips along the top of it. My chest rises and falls as he keeps up his touch. His fingers tighten on my thigh.
“Open up, sweetheart.”
With shaky legs, I part them slightly, his thigh pushes between mine holding them apart. Then his hand is there. I gasp at the contact as his fingers glide up and under the towel and graze over my sensitive flesh. Holding the breath I didn’t know I was, he circles my clit with his thumb as his other fingers stroke over my opening.
“Damn sweetheart, you’re wet,” he moans into my neck and then slides two fingers inside me instantly.
I dig my nails into his chest with the sting of pain at his entrance. I still, breathing through it, until it subsides then my hips begin to rock against his fingers. The hand lingering at my chest pulls the towel from my body leaving me completely naked for his viewing.
His mouth moves from my neck as he looks over me. “Shit! This is what you’ve been hiding under all that clothing that you wear?” he asks.
I can’t say anything as his fingers pick up their pace and slide in and out of my wet core. I begin to fumble with his shirt wanting it off. He catches my hands and lifts them above my head and holds them there with one of his hands while he continues sliding inside me. Pushing my breasts out in front of his mouth, his lips wrap around one of my nipples, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth holding it there as he flicks over it with his tongue. I rub my belly against his cock as the pressure begins to build deep inside of me.
His fingers stroke deeper, hitting that special spot while he continues to rub over the little bundle of nerves. My legs begin to shake from the intense pleasure coursing through my body. I’m close, right there on the edge of explosion as he hardens his thrusts.
He bites down on my nipple. “Oh God,” I gasp.
Pulling his mouth from one nipple and moving over to the other. “You like it rough, don’t ya, baby?” he mumbles around the nipple in his mouth.
Nodding, I struggle against his grip wanting to touch him.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” I moan out as he bites down on that nipple. He pulls it away from my body with his teeth to the point of pain, then let’s go and wraps his lips around it again. The pain subsides and pleasure replaces it. His fingers frantically plow inside me, rocking against his thrusts, he meets me with every single one with his own hips. “Please, I need to touch you,” I moan out as he adds another finger.
“The only touching that’s happening now is by me, sweetheart,” he growls out as I rub against him again.
I clamp down on his digits as his pace quickens. My toes curl knowing I’m seconds away from exploding. Lifting my leg up and wrapping it as best I can around his hip pulling him closer into me.
“Fuck, baby. The way you’re gripping my fingers I’m ready to come in my damn jeans,” he growls then his mouth is on mine. His tongue slides inside caressing my own. Nipping down on his tongue while his fingers push harder inside me. I gasp as my body bows from the wall and before I can scream out my release his mouth closes down on mine again catching the scream that erupts from my throat. He continues to grind into me as I break apart around his fingers while he carries on thrusting inside my pussy. I repeatedly convulse around him as he slows down his speed and stops completely.
I sag against the wall as Zane let’s go of my hands and leans his head against my own. His breathing matches mine as we stand there silently together. I can still feel his hard erection pushing against my stomach. Sliding my hand down my body and gripping his cock through his jeans, he hisses out while I squeeze. Even with the jeans covering him, I can barely wrap my hand around his length. Raking my nails along his erection causing a growl to escape his lips and pull my hand away. He holds his breath and steps away from me, lust filling his eyes.
He closes his eyes for a short moment then opens and looks directly at me. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, his tongue wraps around them and moans as he licks them clean. Blushing, I cover my naked body as best I can while I watch on as he continues to suck on them. Minutes go by then he removes his fingers from his mouth with a pop.
“Sweet as candy,” he groans. My eyes travel down his body to where his other hand sits over his crotch. He shifts the bulge to a more comfortable position and I can’t take my eyes away. Arousal gushes through my veins as his hand stays there longer than normal. Licking my lips wanting nothing more than to sink to my knees and take him fully into my mouth, the look that flashes over his face tells me he knows what I’m thinking. He steps further away from me and toward the door.
Frowning slightly. “Um, you want me to help out with that? It looks kind of painful,” I ask.
Laughing. “Sweetheart, if you wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my dick, I won’t last long and trust me I want to.” With the way he says it, it has me clenching my thighs together. I want more, more than he’s given me, but he is the wrong person to get involved with. I never date workmates. Well, even with what just happened between us I wouldn’t classify it as a date. It wasn’t even sex, he only got me off.
Glanci
ng around the room unsure as to what to say or do, he opens the door a little and looks back at me. “Don’t spend too much time in here, Hellcat. Since I’ve already had a taste, I want more, much more.”
I flip him the bird as he walks out laughing. Really? He wants more. I’m a little shocked that he does. Of course, I want more. I want to know what else he can do. If he could do that with only his fingers, I was a little excited to know what his mouth and cock would feel like everywhere else.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Holy shit! My head hits the tile wall in the shower. “Fuck,” I hiss out.
Stilling myself. “Yeah?” I call out with a shaky voice.
“Your spray gun is fixed, Hellcat,” Max says from behind the door.
“Um, thank... thank you, Max. I’ll, um… I’ll be out in a minute.” I can’t hold back how shaky my voice is. Resting my head against the wall, my hand between my legs pinned by my thighs as I slow my breathing.
“Are you all right, Amelia?” Max asks.
“Yeah, just getting the last of the paint off now.”
“Okay,” Max answers then his steps disappear away from the door.
Jesus! Ripping my hand away from my pussy and turning the water to a cooler temperature, I stand under it until my raging hormones are back to normal. It felt so real, every touch of his fingers over my body, every breath, every nip of his teeth. The words that he said, and the feel of his fingers deep inside me. Even the feel of him against me. Damn! Even if I wasn’t touching myself, is it even possible to orgasm just from images that felt so friggin real?
Turning the water off, I pull the towel from the hook it’s on and quickly dry off. Wrapping it around my body, I take a quick glance in the mirror and blush further at my appearance. My whole body is a light shade of red from the dream-like state I’m in after what I’d just imagined.
Moving away from the mirror, I stand there with my hand resting on the handle ready to walk out and across the hall. What if Zane was standing on the opposite side of the door like I’d daydreamed moments before? Could I handle it if he was? I wasn’t going to take the chance, ripping the door open, and sighing with relief that no one was standing there waiting for me, I practically run across the hall and shut the door behind me and then lean against it. If I didn’t hurry, my dad would come looking for me. And knowing Max, he would’ve already told him what had happened in the booth. Rushing over to my locker and pulling out the spare clothes, and quickly pull them on. Fixing my hair up and taking one final breath before I exit the room. Placing my towel in the laundry basket as I pass it, and run to my dad’s office.
