Mechanic

by Riley, Alexa

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  Looks like I got two from her. She gave me one in my mouth and another on my cock before I pulled her from the shower and we both quickly got ready.

  Now I’m sitting in a room with three lawyers, Scott, Law, and the Mayor, and my head is all but pounding.

  “I can’t believe you forged my name. I never signed any of this.”

  “Me neither,” Law says, taking Penelope’s hand in his. They’d never been close, but over the past two weeks they’ve been working on being a family again. “But I had a feeling something weird was going on so I started digging around. Seems like when something didn’t say something you liked, you just changed it, whether it’s legal or not.” Law’s stare bores straight into his father.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How dare you make those accusations! I’m your father.”

  Law just runs a hand through his hair, not seeming to care. Both Penelope and Law have pretty much wiped their hands clean of him since the funeral. Their father tried to get them both banned and wouldn’t let them come to the will reading, saying their names weren’t listed in it. All bullshit, and they know it.

  Scott stands, like he’s appalled at the accusations. “My client doesn’t have to entertain this line of questioning.” Maybe he should’ve been an actor instead of a lawyer.

  “I’d sit down if I were you, Scott, because the Mayor’s hands aren’t the only ones that are dirty in this. Looks like you’re all over this, too.”

  “We’re leaving.” Both of them storm out of the office, and I move to grab them, but Law stops me.

  “They aren’t getting away with this. They signed my woman’s name on all kinds of documents. Saying she gave up rights to things she never did, and you’re talking like they got their hands into something else as well.”

  “Two FBI agents are going to grab them before they even make it off the curb.” Law leans back in his chair, and I understand his easy tone. Still, I’d like to have gotten my hands on them before the feds did.

  “Not only did they try to change stuff in Grandma’s will and give us a fake one, seems good old Dad has dabbled in some campaign fraud, too. I’ve been tracking it for a few months now.”

  I hear Penelope sniff beside me, and I pull her into my lap. She comes easily, leaning into me.

  One of the lawyers clears his throat, reminding us he’s still here.

  “Like I was saying, here’s the real will. It’s quite simple really. Everything is split evenly between brother and sister. Everything. And she left a note. The rest is just legal work I’ll take care of, and we’ll have everything switched over to your names.”

  “A note?” Penelope says, cutting the lawyer off. He walks across the room, handing her the note.

  “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in contact.” With that, the two of them leave the three of us alone.

  Law sits down beside us as Penelope opens the letter, and we all read it.

  I was broken when I lost your grandfather and mother so close together. I let grief overtake me, and before I knew it, I’d lost almost all my family. Your father shipped you both off to school, and you seemed so happy. I thought it would be selfish to make you come home, but maybe, just maybe, with my passing we can finally pull this family back together again. Love and being together. Nothing is more important than that.

  Love you always, Grandma.

  “Are you leaving?” Penelope looks over at her brother, and we all know she means leaving town and going back to Chicago. If he is, I think she’ll want to follow, and I’m more than willing to do that for her. I just want to be wherever she is.

  “No, Penelope, I’m never leaving again. We’re both staying.” He glances over at me, a knowing look on his face. “She’s right. We need to pull this family back together. It starts with you and me, and I think we’re both about to start our own little families.”

  She sighs and nods. “I like the sound of that.”

  Fourteen

  Paine

  “Oh fuck, Duchess, that’s it. All the way to the back of your throat, baby.” I feel her suck my cock down, and I bury my face back in her cunt. Her sticky sweetness coats my mouth and beard, driving my need higher and higher. Somehow we ended up on our bedroom floor. Why? I have no idea. We have a perfectly good king-size bed right beside us, but sometimes need gets in the way.

  I’m taking her sixty-nine, and it’s killing me. She’s on top, and I’m having a hard time controlling anything like this. I’m at the mercy of her mouth, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Normally, if I can watch her go down on me, I can grab her hair and help control it. In this position, I’m utterly taken and completely off balance.

  I try to focus on eating her pussy and sucking on her clit. I lick back, sticking my tongue deep inside her, and press a finger against her asshole. She cums so hard when I have just a little pressure there, so I rub her tight ring, making her moan louder around my dick. She tenses and grinds on my tongue, taking what she wants.

  Feeling her mouth pop off my cock, she licks down to my balls, giving them attention. She sucks them into her mouth one at a time, licking them and nuzzling there with her face. I feel her gently rub her nose and cheek against me, and the intimate feeling nearly has me cumming on her face. It’s too intense and too perfect all at the same time.

  Having her pussy on my mouth and her tongue on my dick is heavenly, but I can’t go off like this. I love cumming inside her too much to waste it.

  I break my mouth away from her pussy, pushing her hips down my chest. ‘You gotta stop or I’m gonna bust too soon. Ride me, Duchess.” She lets out a little whine, like I took away her favorite toy, and in a way, I guess I did.

  “Get on it, baby. I’ll give you what you want. I swear.” She sits up, and I help her squat down over my cock, getting in reverse cowgirl position. I’m so turned on, my cock is already standing straight up, so it’s easy to hold it in place as she slowly lowers herself down. When my thick cock is fully inside her, I thrust up, and she lets out a loud moan.

  “I told you I’d give it back to you, Duchess.” Grabbing her hips, I help her bounce up and down on top of me. Her ass shakes with each thrust, and it makes my cock leak inside her tight pussy with every stroke.

  “Lean forward a little, baby. Let me watch.” She does as I ask, leaning forward and bracing her hands on my knees.

  I look at where we’re connected, watching my thick cock fuck in and out of her tight channel. Her pussy is so fresh and tight, I can see it holding on to my dick when I pull out. Her cunt gripping me and begging me to stay.

  Every stroke in and out leaves a coating of her cream my dick. She’s so fucking horny for it, her pussy is dripping to the base of my cock and making a little puddle. Each time she drops down on my cock, a smacking sound echoes through the room.

  After a few more bounces, I feel her hand rub my balls. I groan at the sensation, loving her gentle touch there. They tighten at her contact, so ready for release.

  “I’m going to rub them until you go off inside me, Paine. I just want to feel you pulse in me as you do it. I want your cum to warm me up.”

  “Fuck.” I close my eyes tightly, trying to hang on until she’s cumming too. “Rub your pussy, Duchess. I’m close, and I want you with me.”

  She rubs my balls, trying to milk them for me as her other hand goes to her pussy. I can feel it there because I can feel her fingers slip around my wet shaft. She rubs around the base of my cock where we are connected, scooping up our combined cream. She rubs it around and then slides it up to her clit, rubbing it there to get herself off. She glides up and down my cock while rubbing our cream on her cunt, and I can’t take it anymore. Seeing my dick disappear and reappear as I fuck her and feeling her tight pulses have me nearly cross-eyed.

  “Paine.” She moans my name as my cum pumps up into her. Her pussy clenches as her orgasm hits. I can feel each time my dick contracts, sending a squirt of cum into her.

  She
rides it out, slowly moving up and down, taking all of me as she shouts out her orgasm. Squeezing me harder and harder, she tenses up at her peak.

  I hold her hips and try to breathe, letting her ride it out. After a few seconds, she falls back on top of me, a sweaty heap lying across my body. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me, kissing her neck as we both try to catch our breath. It was intense and hot as fuck, and I don’t know how long I lie there, holding her, trying to recover.

  After a few moments, I kiss her shoulder and tell her it’s time. “It’s probably ready by now.”

  “I’m nervous.”

  “I’ll be right there with you the whole time.” I smile against her skin and squeeze her tighter, letting her know I’m never going anywhere.

  She takes a deep breath and nods, and I get us both up off the floor. I take her by the hand and lead her to the master bathroom.

  Penelope is a few steps behind me as I pull her to the sink with me. “You realize the test said we only had to wait sixty seconds, don’t you?”

  I feel the cocky grin come appear on my face, and I turn to look at her. “Yes, and I told you sixty-nine sounded like a better idea, and that’s how we ended up on the floor. You didn’t put up much of a protest, if I recall.” She blushes a little, and I move in to kiss her.

  These past weeks have been absolute heaven. I didn’t know love like this could be real, and each day I’m happier and happier. It’s only been about six weeks total since I first laid eyes on her, but I felt then what I feel now. I feel like I’m home.

  When we left the lawyers that day, we went straight to the estate and got her things. There was plenty of time to go through the house and figure out what she wanted to do with it, but in that moment, we both wanted one thing, and that was to have her living with me.

  I wanted her in our bed forever, and whatever it took to do that, that’s what we did. I asked her a couple of times what kind of wedding she wanted, and she finally decided she wanted to do something small in our home.

  We got married in the backyard under the old oak tree. She wore her grandmother’s wedding dress, which was classic and simple. And she had her brother walk her down our makeshift aisle. Butch was my best man, and surprisingly, Penelope asked Joey to be her maid of honor. Over the past weeks, they’ve grown really close, and I think it has something to do with Joey being important to Law.

  Neither of us cared about a big wedding or anything fancy. So we kept it simple. We just wanted something for us, and to make it legal. And I wanted to make sure the rings were exchanged.

  She wears the ring her grandma gave me, and I wear a simple gold band. People tell me it’s dangerous to wear one while working on cars, but I think it’d be more dangerous not to wear one. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m not taken by the most beautiful woman in the world. I wear it with pride, and if you ask me about my wife, you better get comfortable. I’ve got a long list of what I love about her. I couldn’t be happier.

  Standing in the bathroom, I break our kiss to reach over and grab the pregnancy test. I don’t look at it, just hold it out for her to take. Her nervous fingers take it from me, and she holds it, hesitating.

  I pull her naked body close to mine, wrapping her up and kissing her forehead. “Turn it over, Duchess.”

  She turns over the pregnancy test, and we look down, seeing the blue plus sign. I feel my heart nearly burst with love, knowing that we made a baby together. I knew at some point it would happen, but seeing the test makes it so much more real. I feel myself smile from ear to ear, and I look down to see Penelope shed a few tears. I kiss them away, scooping her up and carrying her to our bed.

  Laying her down, I crawl in beside her, resting my hand on her belly. I feel a tear slip free from my eye, and she leans in to kiss it away, just as I did to her. I’m overflowing with happiness, and it’s coming out in the form of tears.

  “Thank you for making me so happy, Penelope.” I hold her to me and think about how perfect everything is. I would fight to the death to keep this love, and I’ll never let anything come between me and my family. “I love you and our baby so much.”

  “We love you, too, Paine.”

  She puts her hand over mine, and we lie there talking about baby names and what kind of nursery we want. I don’t care what she chooses, as long as she’s happy. I’m just glad I’m the lucky son of a bitch she chose to take along for the ride.

  Epilogue

  PENELOPE

  5 years later

  “You better quit that or we’re gonna be late.”

  “It wouldn’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last,” Paine mumbles against my neck, sending chills down my spine.

  “I mean it. I spent three hours cooking sides for this BBQ, and if we’re late and we miss Law pulling the pork off the smoker, you’re gonna have one pissed-off pregnant lady on your hands.”

  Feeling Paine kneel down behind me, I start to wiggle. I know what he’s up to. It’s been five years and three—almost four—kids later. I know his moves.

  He lifts up my summer dress and nibbles across my ass. I grip the counter top, some of my anger melting away. “Paine,” I warn, but he ignores me.

  His tongue come out and moves from my ass cheeks to the area between my legs, and all my resistance disappears. Bending over as far as I can with an eight-month pregnant belly, I spread my legs, giving him all of me.

  I stopped wearing underwear years ago, getting tired of having them in the way. He always wants me, any time of the day, and I just gave up trying to block him. Instead, I’m almost always in dresses, with no panties, and it’s made for a very happy marriage.

  It’s not always easy with three kids running around, but when love is important, you make the time. Thankfully, the kids had a slumber party at their cousin’s house last night, so we’re all alone. Law and Joey took them for the night, knowing how much their kids love having them over.

  Paine licks the inside of my thigh, teasing me before going back to my core. I moan loudly and push back, wanting more. “Stop playing, Paine. Don’t tease me. I’ve got too many hormones right now.”

  I feel him laugh against me, then his mouth goes to my clit. He eats me out from behind, and I give myself over to him. After just a few knowing strokes of his clever tongue, I’m cumming against his face, the release fast and hot. He knew what I needed, even if I didn’t know to ask for it. That’s what years of being together has done to us.

  I rest my forehead against my arm on the counter as I feel Paine kiss my legs, loving every inch of me. He runs his hands up my hips, petting me as he flips my dress back down.

  “Damn, I needed that,” I say as Paine stands up and rubs my back. He always knows exactly how to handle me in the sweetest way. I stay in that position, leaned over with him rubbing me, and I feel all the anxiety of today melt away.

  I’m lucky I found such an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. He loves me when I’m moody and when I’m being a brat. And best of all, he knows just what to say to pull me out of it. I smile, thinking that he’s pretty damn lucky he’s got me, too.

  “I’ve got everything taken care of, Duchess. You go sit your pretty ass in the truck and wait for me.”

  I look over my shoulder and smile at him. I stand up, turning around to give him a kiss. I taste myself on him, and it has me excited, wanting more. Reaching down, I rub his hard cock, but he takes my hand and entwines our fingers together.

  “That was just for you. We’ll have fun tonight after the kids are in bed.”

  “Deal,” I say, and turn to walk out of the kitchen. He smacks my ass on my way out, and I turn around, laughing and rubbing the spot he smacked. I grab my bag, going out to the truck and doing what he says.

  Our lives are loud, and messy, and a little crazy at times. But they’re overflowing with love, and that’s all that matters. When he climbs into the truck and smiles at me, I know I’ve won the husband lottery.

  BONUS STORY!

  Joey
& Law

  Joey

  Click, click, click, click.

  “Stop that or you’re going to flood the engine.” I stare over at the Sheriff through his windshield as he tries to start his cruiser. I swear, everywhere I go in this town, there he is. Today it was the diner. I ate lunch there before I needed to get back to the shop, and there he popped up. Like always, he just stared at me, and it confused the ever-loving shit out of me. He’s never spoken to me before, even with all the staring, but then again, I give him a wide berth when I see him. He makes me feel things, things I’ve never felt before, and it would just be better for everyone if those feelings stayed buried.

  “Just can’t seem to get the damn thing to start.” His deep voice rolls over my skin, making goose bumps break out, even though it’s a good ninety degrees right now.

  “Hmm. Pop the hood.” I stumble over my words, and he shoots me a smirk. Prick. Probably used to women falling all over him. Not that I can blame them. I’d probably fall all over him, too, if I thought I was his type. Which I’m definitely not.

  He’s clean-cut in a hard, pretty-boy kind of way. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a thousand-watt smile that comes out easy. He couldn’t be more of a good ol’ boy if he tried. Unfolding himself from his cruiser, he reaches down and pops the hood. I don’t wait for an invitation as I step off the sidewalk and lift the hood.

  It’s an easy fix if it’s what I think it is. Retrieving my wrench out of my back pocket, I grab the battery cable, giving it a wiggle. It’s loose, just like I thought, so I screw it back on to the battery terminal tightly.

  “Give that a try.” I straighten and turn around, knocking straight into a wall of chest. The badge clipped to his chest shines bright in my face. “Whoa there, Sheriff. I don’t need you up my ass.”