by Sylvia Fox
A growl erupted from his throat, and my entire body became engulfed in goosebumps. “Dammit, Callie. I only said that because it’s what I thought you wanted to hear. You say you can’t stand not seeing me every day? Well, you want to know the truth about why I’m fighting so hard for you to stay? I can’t stand to go the rest of my life without seeing you as much as I can. If you want me to give up, then say so. But I sure as hell won’t as long as there’s a chance.”
I swallowed hard and backed up against the wall. Surely I couldn’t be hearing him right. In all my wildest fantasies, I’d never imagined Axel saying these words to me. My body yearned to be close to his, to feel his strong arms engulf me. It was hard to remember why I’d wanted to run from him in the first place. Not when I felt this way about him. And not when he felt the same.
“Oh Axel,” I whispered in the quiet shop. “Please don’t stop fighting.”
In two strides, he crossed the room and pressed his hard body against mine. Moaning, I closed my eyes, electricity shooting across my skin when he slid his tongue down my neck. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I couldn’t fight against this. Not when I wanted it more than anything in the world.
Chapter Eight
Axel
I finally had my hands on Callie’s delicious body. Her curves felt so soft and smooth underneath me, and my cock sprang to life within seconds. This was going to happen, and I was going to take my time exploring her in ways I knew she’d never been explored before.
Before she had time to change her mind, I lifted her shirt and tossed it to the ground. At the sight of her, I felt myself take a step back to admire the view. She’d worn a red lacy bra that accentuated her voluptuous breasts, and the hardness of her nipples strained against the material. Seeing her so turned on like that just drove me even wilder with desire.
“Baby, I am going to make you cum so hard you won’t remember what year it is.”
She shivered at my words, gazing up at me with an innocence that took my breath away. “I’ve never done this before. Will you be gentle with me?”
“Oh, I’ll be gentle.” I flashed her a wicked smile, relishing in the knowledge that I would be the first and only man to feel her pussy around his cock. “That is, until you beg for more.”
Swallowing hard, she unhooked her bra, and the tiny scraps of material fell to the floor. Oh my god, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were even more perfect than I’d imagined, and her nipples begged for my tongue. I took her flesh in my mouth and sucked hard while she writhed underneath me, her entire body trembling from the new sensations pouring through her.
And I couldn’t help but wonder just how wet she’d become.
In one fluid motion, I unzipped her jeans and shoved them down to her feet. She gasped, eyes wide and dilated. For a moment, I wondered if I’d taken things too far too fast. She was virgin, after all. Despite the urgency I felt in my cock, maybe I could control my urges and go at her speed.
As much as I just wanted to bend her over and take her hard.
Callie needed special treatment. And I sure as hell could be the man to give it to her just the way she needed.
But before I could back away, she’d lifted my own shirt over my head. Her eyes widened even more, and I could tell she liked what she saw. Slowly, she reached out and traced her hand down the ripples of my abs. “You are so gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you.” My voice came out deep and harsh but only because I’d felt her soft touch in the very deepest parts of my gut. She made me feel things I’d never felt before, made me need her in ways I didn’t know existed. I didn’t just want a fuck. I wanted to tune her body up the way I did my cars, lovingly, gently, and with a fierce dedication to doing it right.
Hell, I didn’t even care about my needs anymore regardless of how much my cock needed to spurt. The most important thing to me right now was giving her the greatest pleasure a woman could possibly feel.
I lifted her into my arms and dropped her onto my desk, barely aware of the paperwork being scattered to the ground. When she spread her legs wide, I growled in approval and knelt onto the ground, my knees digging into the concrete. The folds of her hot pink pussy glistened only inches from my face, the scent of her lacing through the grease-filled air.
I could lap up every last drop. And I would.
My tongue darted out, dragging across her folds. She shuddered and squeezed her thighs tight around my neck. With a wicked smile, I pressed her thighs back open and continued to lick. She arched her back and dug her fingers into my hair, moaning so loud it was all I could hear.
“Axel,” she gasped between heavy breaths. “Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
I wouldn’t argue with that.
My jeans were on the floor before she could blink, and I pressed her back onto the desk. As I hovered over her luscious body, a part of me wondered how the hell I’d gotten so damn lucky to have this moment with this perfect woman. And why the hell it had taken me so long to realize just how amazing she truly was.
But if I had realized before now, I might have screwed it all up, the way I’d ruined so many other potential relationships in my past. She’d come into my life again at the exact right moment. And I was going to do whatever it took to make sure she didn’t walk right back out of it again.
Beginning with showing her just how much I could make her scream.
“You ready for me, baby?” I growled into her ear, my cock pressing hard against her milky thigh. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready, Axel.”
I slid my length between her soaking folds, and my body turned to fire. She was tight and wet and silky smooth. It took all my self-control not to ram her like a bucking horse. My dick was big, and she’d never had one inside of her before.
That thought alone made me pulse with the intense need for release.
But I would take it slow.
I rocked against her, slowly opening her up. Her back arched as her mouth dropped open, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her thighs widened and widened as her need for me built. With a grunt, I grasped her wrists in my hands and slammed them onto the desk. Her breath hitched in her throat, and I could see the pulse in her neck race even harder.
So, she liked it a little rough.
If this sexy little thing liked it rough, then I would give it to her rough.
I backed off the table and flipped her over, smacking her ass as she gasped in surprise. My cock slammed into her, and my balls smacked hard against her thighs. She held tight onto the sides of the desk as my pace quickened, her breasts smashed against the wood. Her whole body trembled as I fucked her hard from behind, her gorgeous ass jiggling with each and every thrust. I smacked her butt cheek again and relished the sound of her pleasurable scream.
“You like that, baby?” I gasped as I tightened my grip on her hips.
“I think,” she breathed, “I’m going to come.”
“Oh, not until I say it, you’re not.”
I wanted to taste her as she exploded. Everything about her was so sweet, so delicious, I wanted her juices pouring all over my mouth. Even though my cock throbbed with need, I pulled out and dropped to my knees once again. My mouth found her clit in two seconds flat, and I shoved my tongue between her pink and swollen lips. She cried out, bucking against my mouth.
“Oh, Axel,” she screamed. “I’m coming!”
I grabbed my dick in my hand and jacked off while she writhed against me. Her milk spread across my lips, and her screams rang in my ears. My cock was hard and needy, and I finished myself off as I licked up every last drop of her delicious pleasure. I could stay down here for hours, exploring every inch of her until she was fully spent.
“Oh my god,” she finally breathed, pushing herself off the desk. Standing before me, with her pink cheeks and glassy eyes, she’d never looked more beautiful. She looked as if she’d been well fucked, and the knowledge that I was the only man in the world who had ever put that look on he
r face sent a thrill of satisfaction through me.
She reached down and touched my junk. I felt a twitch even though I’d cum only seconds before.
“That was amazing,” she said with a small and timid smile. “But I wish I was the one who had made you cum.”
“Oh, it was all you, baby. Trust me on that. My hand only helped things along so I could drink you up.”
“Well, I don’t want it to be your hand next time.” She began to stroke my dick, and I couldn’t help but groan in response. “I want it to be my hand. Or…my pussy?”
She blushed then, as if she’d never spoken the word aloud. And her innocence drove me wild.
“You’re ready for me again already?”
“I will never not be ready for you.” She hopped up on the desk and spread her legs.
“My god, woman. How the hell did you get to be so perfect?”
I was already hard less than a minute after I’d cum.
It was time to make her scream again.
Chapter Nine
Callie
We decided to keep things secret. At least for now. Whatever was happening between us was so new, so fragile that neither one of us was ready to break the news. Axel wanted to explain things to Barry eventually, of course, but I made him promise me not to yet. I wasn’t ready to put a strain on either relationship, and I knew that we had a fight ahead if we were going to make it work.
But there was no harm in keeping things just between the two of us for now. It wasn’t like it was anyone else’s business.
So, I agreed to go back to work for him the next day, and I made up a random excuse to Barry about not feeling well the day before. I wasn’t sure he believed me. He was my brother, after all. But he didn’t argue, mostly because he knew I needed the job. Besides, I was sure he thought that as long as he was there to keep an eye on me, nothing would happen.
Little did he know.
“Steele Auto Repair,” I answered the phone at the front desk chirpily. It had been five days since Axel and I first…came together. And we’d spent every night since then exploring each other’s bodies. My whole heart and body seemed to sing at the moment, satisfaction and happiness pouring through me like some magic elixir of life.
“Hey babe,” Axel said, his rough voice sliding into my ear. I bit my lip and glanced up at the cluster of customers waiting for their cars to be ready for pick-up. A few were close enough to hear every word I said. “How is everything going up there?”
Clearing my throat, I curved my hand over my mouth and dropped my voice. “They could be going better. If you know what I mean.”
Blush spread across my cheeks, and I didn’t dare look up to see if anyone had overhead. Ever since I’d gotten involved with Axel, I’d become a lot bolder than I used to be. The way he made love to me had opened me up, tore down my walls, and made me feel more confident to be myself. And I guessed the girl I was deep down just happened to be a huge fan of sex.
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean.” He chuckled softly, a sound that he managed to make sexy. “I have a couple of things I need help with in the back. You able to leave the desk for a few minutes or is it too busy up there?”
I looked up at the customers again. They all looked bored, either zoned out staring at the tiny television mounted on the wall or idly flipping through one of the dozens of old magazines. It was getting fairly late in the day, and the phone had stopped ringing off the hook about an hour ago. Yep, I could manage. The only problem was…
“Barry went home early if that’s why you’re hesitating.”
“He did?” My heartbeat picked up speed. Even though I was intimately aware of every part of Axel’s body, I still felt a rumble of nerves any time there was even a hint that he might rip my clothes off. I couldn’t imagine myself ever getting tired of feeling his tongue on every inch of my skin, of feeling his cock fill me up. He could take me thousands of more times, and I’d still beg for more.
This is dangerous, a little voice inside me said. Even though it had only been five days, I felt as if we’d been seeing each other for years. I’d fallen for him, hard and fast. With all of my heart and soul. I couldn’t stand the thought of ever being apart from him, but we had one major hurdle before us if we were going to be together for good.
And even though Axel had promised to take care of it, I couldn’t help but wonder if he would. I’d heard stories these past few days. Working side by side with mechanics had been an eye-opening experience to say the least. They weren’t shy when it came to sharing exactly what they each got up to between the sheets. And from the sounds of it, Axel had gotten up to…a lot while I’d been away at school.
I wasn’t the first girl to wear his flannel shirt, and I’d quickly begun to understand why my big brother had flown off the handle when he’d seen me in it.
“What about everyone else?” I asked, winding the phone cord around my thumb.
Everyone had a past. I just had to remember that. Axel had been nothing but wonderful to me from the start, and there was no reason to think he would ditch me as soon as he had a chance.
“Everyone else is busy working on cars. Stop stalling. Get back here and get in my bed.”
My lips curled into a smile. “On my way.”
Chapter Ten
Axel
After only three weeks with Callie, I found myself at a ring shop in town. It seemed insane, thinking about marriage this soon, but I’d never been more certain of anything in my life. Every day with her had been pure bliss, and I’d never been happier in all my years on this lonely planet. When we were at the auto shop, I couldn’t stop staring at her as she smiled at customers and answered the phone. When she was in my bed, I couldn’t stop my heart from beating wildly in my chest. And when she was home, away from me, I couldn’t think of anything other than her eyes, her tits, the little dimples on her back.
She’d gotten into my heart and my mind, and I never wanted to let her go.
Besides, I figured if I could show Barry just how serious I was about his little sister, then he might just let the two of us be together without kicking up an angry beehive. A proposal and a promise to treat her right would go along way toward calming his nerves.
With a deep breath, I stared hard at the displays of rings, row after row of sparkling diamonds. I’d never felt more out of place in my life. My specialty was hub caps, carburettors, and brakes. Not sparkly things that blinded my eyes.
“Any idea what kind of cut she likes?” Sarah asked from behind me as she eyed up a massive rock that looked like it would cover a girl’s entire hand. She knew all too well the answer to that. Sarah had been my de facto sister since high school. We weren’t related by blood, but we might as well have been. We’d lived next door growing up and had been almost as inseparable as Barry and me.
Of course, she and Barry clashed like swords. They were a lot alike. Headstrong, protective, and fierce. They’d both served in the army, and they both loved cars. Hell, she even wore flannel shirts and torn jeans just like we did. So, when the three of us rarely hung out, their words waged war.
“I don’t even know what the hell a cut is. Do you have any idea what kind she’d like?” I said, rubbing my hand across my stubbled jaw. How the hell was I going to get Callie something she’d like? She’d probably always had a certain kind of ring in mind, but I hadn’t wanted to ask and give away the surprise.
Sarah flicked her fingers toward her oversized flannel and raised her eyebrows. “Do I look like I know these kinds of things?”
“You want to get married someday though,” I said. “So, surely you must have thought about it.”
“I don’t care about the ring. I care about the person.” She pointed to a simple band that held a small but elegant diamond. “And if your Callie is anything like you said she is, then she’ll feel the same.”
Sarah followed me back to the garage to take a look at the Porsche. She helped out now and then, and I hadn’t made much progress on it for weeks.
Now that I knew I wanted to build my life with Callie, I thought the car would make a great gift to her, something we could have together, starting off with our honeymoon, to wherever that might be.
It was Sunday, so the shop was closed. I rolled up the garage doors and breathed in the familiar scent that smelled so much like home. I’d need to do something about that, too. I’d been living here for months, and I’d put my tiny house on the market. Callie and I, well, we’d need a bigger place than both here and there. We needed plenty of rooms for all the babies we’d be having.
“You seem different. Less grumbly and moody,” Sarah said when we strode into the shop. “And you’ve barely touched the Porsche since the last time I was here.”
“I told you, Sarah. She got into my heart.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “I think I might finally be happy.”
Chapter Eleven
Callie
It was Sunday. The birds were singing, the sun was beaming down, and my heart was full of hope. Axel was the sexiest and sweetest man I’d ever laid eyes on, and he was all mine.
“You feeling okay, Callie? You have a weird dopey smile on your face,” my brother asked when I padded into the kitchen for my morning coffee. We both had the day off since the shop was closed, a rarity since I’d moved back in with him. Usually one or the both of us were gone from the house, so we didn’t really didn’t see much of each other except at the shop when Barry was too busy working on cars to chat.
“I’m feeling great.” I poured a cup but slid it over to Barry’s side of the kitchen island before pouring some coffee for myself. “Aren’t you? It’s our day off.”
