The Mechanic

by Lexie Davis

  Eve turned toward me. “She flirted with you?”

  “A few times.” I glanced over at her. “I told her she needed to stop disrespecting her husband and embarrassing herself.”

  Eve shook her head. “God, I…”

  I licked my fingers and watched her. “Eve?”

  “I can’t stand her!” Her face contorted with disgust. “She knew. She knew and she still did it anyway.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “She knew I liked you.” Eve took a deep breath. I wasn’t quite sure if she intended to admit that to me. The expression on her face suggested the answer was no. “I mean, she’s always been that way toward anything with a dick but I told her that I liked you and she flirted with you anyway. She probably would have slept with you if you let her.”

  “That wasn’t going to happen.” I opened one of the sauce packets for the tacos and smeared it on inside the soft shell. “When did you tell her that?”

  “When my dad hired you.”

  I paused with my taco near my mouth and met her gaze. “You never said anything to me.”

  “Yeah, well.” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe she did that.”

  I took a bite, watching her while I chewed. “Did she make a habit of trying to steal your men?”

  Eve snorted. “I don’t have men.”

  I folded the paper back and bit into my food. “Davy said your boyfriends were pussies.”

  “He would.” She fiddled with the paper on her taco. “They were but that’s not the point. My family has hated any man who’s ever asked me out.”

  “You’re the baby and the only girl. What do you expect?”

  She unwrapped her taco and took a bite. “I don’t know.”

  I ate another bite and then another as silence fell between us. Her mood had gone downhill and it was one hundred percent my fault. I shouldn’t have brought up her mother. I didn’t realize how big of a sore subject it was.

  “Do you think your family would approve of me?”

  She bit into her food. “Why?”

  “We do have a date Friday. I have seen you naked. I’m about to see you naked again.” I boldly stared at her. “I think you could call that dating.”

  “I don’t know. Today has been a bad day. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Fair enough.” I tossed the trash to the table and grabbed the second taco and another packet of sauce. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “Our sleeping arrangements. I didn’t agree to have sex with you. I’m assuming you expected me to be in your bed tonight when you told me I was staying with you.”

  “You can sleep wherever the hell you want.” I licked my thumb. “I don’t care.”

  “You weren’t planning to woo me?” she asked. Was that disappointment on her face? I struggled to pinpoint the expression exactly as she had one hell of a poker face when she didn’t want her emotions getting out.

  “Do you want me to woo you?” I asked her.

  “Are you trying to avoid giving an answer?”

  I ate another bite of my food. “I didn’t plan to woo you, no. You had a hard day. I wanted to give you a massage. Naked.”

  “A massage?”

  “Yeah.” I thought about leaving it at that, but she still teetered with the idea of being naked around me despite her interest. So I elaborated a little. “I injured my shoulder in the Army. I get them from time to time to loosen the tension in the muscles. It helps after you have a bad day.”

  She swallowed hard before lifting her drink to her lips. “Is this one of those massage-turns-to-sex ordeals?”

  I laughed. “You want a happy ending?”

  “I want you.” She said it then looked away. “God, this is not working out the way I planned it.”

  “What did you plan?” I asked her, curious, as I pushed up from the floor to the sofa.

  “I don’t know. My head hurts and I just want today to be over.” She sat the half-eaten taco on the coffee table. “I want the shit at work to be over. I want my dad’s books to be fixed and I want my mom in jail for stealing from us.”

  “I can’t really do anything about most of that, but I can help ease your stress.” I stood, leaving her in the living room while I went to get some towels and the massage oil.

  Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d offered to massage a woman. It was intimate. Fun. I wasn’t allowed to touch her last night but I gave myself permission tonight. When I went back to the living room, she had her phone in her hand. Glancing up at me, she sat it in her tote bag and took in what I had in my hands.

  “Strip,” I told her.

  I laid the navy bath sheets on the soft rug and stayed beside it, watching as her beautiful naked body slowly came into view. She took the tank top off first, then her bra. Her breasts swayed while she bent slightly to pull her shorts and panties off. She crawled onto the bath sheet and propped her head up on her arms.

  I gently pulled her hair aside and kissed the center of her back. While she didn’t seem as nervous, I didn’t feel she was completely comfortable either. I tipped the bottle of oil over her and drizzled the oil along the dip of her spine.

  When I pressed my fingers to her skin, I worked on relieving the tension in her muscles in small circles. Her soft moan told me that my plan for tonight was a winner. My cock twitched with every sound she made. I took the opportunity to touch her, exploring her body with my fingers while she lay completely still. Her breasts were pressed against the floor and my fingers ran along the sides of them before moving to her back. I took my time. I rubbed every muscle in her back and sides until she was mush.

  “Spread your legs.”

  “What?” She lifted her head to look at me.

  “Spread your legs for me.” I poured oil in my hands and waited.

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “Don’t question me.” I held her gaze with my own. “You trust me or we wouldn’t have gotten this far. Spread your legs.”

  She moved her legs apart, keeping her eyes on me. I ignored her stare. At first, I rubbed her thighs with the oil. Using my knuckles, I slowly massaged the muscles, giving each leg the equal amount of attention. I worked my way down to her calves, doing the same until I reached her feet.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” She sucked in a breath as I used both of my thumbs to put pressure on her insole. My position at her feet gave me a good view of her pussy. She was wet. I grinned to myself and switched to the other foot.

  “Oh, hell,” she moaned. Whimpered. “I’ll let you do that every day.”

  I chuckled before letting her foot fall to the ground. I moved up to her ass and drizzled the oil on the pert cheeks. Then I held her cheeks apart and allowed some oil to drip between them.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.

  I didn’t respond as I used my fingers to massage her ass. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, a soft moan coming from her lips. I slipped a finger into the crease of her ass and stroked downward.

  “Taylor,” she moaned.

  Her tight little hole was sensitive and I circled it with my middle finger. She spread her legs a little more for me and I sprinkled more oil into her crease and watched it drizzle over her pussy. My middle finger followed the path, coasting over her tight rosette. She was so fucking hot. My dick ached in my jeans but I wanted to play with her body before I took her. I wanted us both so hot and bothered that we couldn’t think of anything else.

  “Flip over,” I said, removing my hands.

  “What?” she asked, dazed.

  “Lie on your back.”

  I gently pushed at her side as she rolled to her back on the towel beneath her. Leaning over her, I flicked my tongue over her stiff nipple. She sucked in a breath before I pulled it between my lips and sucked.

  “Oh, God, Taylor.” She bit her lower lip as I switched to the other side, flicking and sucking. I did my best to keep my body off hers. I wanted her needy. Aching. I wanted
her begging.

  I didn’t say anything after I pulled away. I upended the oil bottle and let the liquid drip over her body. A small pebble of the oil rolled down her nipple and over the curve of her breast. I cupped her with my hands, gently squeezing her tits. Her eyes dilated as a soft moan left her lips. Taking my time, I smoothed my hands over her chest. Everything about her turned me on. If I didn’t cool myself down a bit, my cock was going to bust out of my pants against my will.

  I moved lower and leaned in to kiss her stomach, just below her navel. I could smell her. I ached to taste it. Instead, I poured more oil on her and massaged her belly, completely ignoring that her pussy was open to me and glistening with moisture. I loved the way she responded to my touch. That glimmer in her eyes that said she anticipated my fingers gliding along her pussy made me smile. Her soft pouty lips parted as I tapped my fingers in some oil. Holding her gaze with my own, I slipped two fingers down her lower belly, parting them on either side of her slick pussy lips. Squeezing her labia with slight pressure, I watched her beautiful face while my fingers closed together. Eve sucked in a breath and I did it again, never touching her clit and never touching her entrance.

  “You’ve got a great pussy,” I commented, feeling stupid for saying my thoughts aloud. Did a woman really need to know her pussy was great?

  “Taylor?” she asked, her voice soft in the silence of the room.

  “I’m almost done,” I commented as I stroked either side of her pussy lips again. Damn, I was entranced. I could do this for hours and enjoy every second.

  “I need…”

  I brushed my knuckle over her opening. “What?”

  I moved slightly, pushing her legs wider as I sat back on my heels. She looked completely relaxed, which was honestly what I wanted. I may have taken it a little farther than planned when I started stroking her pussy. I was about to take it even farther still.

  “You can have my fingers tonight.” We were taking this slow. “Is that what you need?”

  “More.”

  I shook my head. “Not tonight. Fingers or nothing.”

  “Don’t do that to me.”

  “Fingers or nothing?” I asked.

  I waited patiently. Her pussy was smooth and slick. I wanted to touch her but I wanted her to beg me for it first.

  “Fingers,” she finally said. “Please fuck me with your fingers.”

  I brushed my fingers along her pussy. “I will.”

  The slick skin was soft. Using my thumb, I brushed the pad over her clit as two fingers slid inside her. Damn, she was tight. There was a good chance I’d lose my fucking head the moment I actually pushed my cock inside her tight cunt. Fingering her was difficult enough. Her soft little whimpers went straight to my cock and if I didn’t undo my damn pants soon, I was going to do permanent damage. I moved over her, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. God, she tasted good. So damn sweet yet spicy all the same. The way her tongue stroked mine had my head spinning. Slow, drugging kisses were the best. Gasping, she arched her back, pushing her pussy against my hand. The rhythmic contractions squeezed my fingers while I continued to play her body. I watched as she closed her eyes, shaking while pleasure filled her.

  I got off on it.

  Leaning in, I kissed her jaw before pulling my hand away. I could tell instantly that all the stress of the day had melted away. She had a smile on her face and didn’t seem to care about anything at the moment.

  “I like watching you come,” I commented. “I also like knowing that I put that smile on your face.”

  She gave a soft chuckle. “That you did.”

  She rubbed her face against my arm, turning toward me so that her oily body was pressed against mine. I held her for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her softness.

  “Go take a shower before you fall asleep.” I kissed her forehead.

  “You can shower with me.” Her hand slipped down my abs, heading toward my pants.

  “No.” I grabbed her hand before she could touch me. “Shower then bed.”

  Her gaze met mine. “You don’t want to come?”

  I smiled. “Tonight wasn’t about me.” I kissed her, squeezing her ass. “Go shower.”

  I watched as she stood. She didn’t bother stopping at her luggage to gather her things. She simply went down the hall to find my bathroom. Groaning to myself, I lay there. It was so damn tempting to join her. I could have fucked her. We could have spent all night getting off on one another, but I didn’t want that. She needed more from me and I intended to give it to her.

  I finally stood and determined I needed to change. I still smelled like the garage and my dick ached something awful. Eve had settled in the hall bath so I went to the master to quickly wash the grime and oil off my body and relieve the pressure in my cock. After I was done, I stepped out to find a pair of loose shorts and pulled them on.

  “I need to be at work around five.”

  I glanced up from my dresser. “Okay.”

  She’d changed into a pair of pajamas that were light pink and completely see-through. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton, tempting me to take her. Claim her. Make her mine. I’d jacked off in the shower but my cock stirred, unsatisfied. I wanted her and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep depriving myself.

  “Are we sleeping together?”

  “I don’t care where you sleep.”

  “Do you snore?”

  I smiled. “I have no idea.”

  “I guess I’ll find out.” She licked her lips. “Thanks for tonight. I don’t know if it sounds weird, but I needed it.”

  “Anytime.”

  ****

  I sat in the driver’s seat of Eve’s car as I worked on taking the push-to-start button out. Joe eyed me from across the garage as if he knew something was going on between his sister and me. Or maybe I was paranoid. I’d ordered the replacement part myself and paid for it with my own money so it didn’t cause more problems. I had to pick her up in a few hours.

  “How is Eve getting to and from work?” Doug asked Davy. “Did you pick her up?”

  “Taylor did,” Davy commented.

  “Taylor?” Doug frowned. “I’m surprised she allowed that. That girl has got an independent streak a mile wide.”

  “They’re dating,” Davy chimed in.

  “What?” Doug’s face filled with confusion.

  “That’s a nice way of putting it.” Joe rolled his eyes.

  I didn’t know what to say. Eve didn’t seem too thrilled about everyone speculating about us. I really didn’t want to say something and create more tension.

  “Oh, Joe. Don’t be that way.” Davy slapped me on the back. “Taylor is practically our brother from another mother. Might as well make it official.”

  “For all intents and purposes, my little sister is a virgin and will remain a virgin.”

  Davy chuckled. “She lost the V-card a while ago. I think the dick’s name was Greer.”

  I frowned. “You know who your sister had sex with?”

  “Yeah. She came home crying. She thought she hurt the poor guy.”

  I blinked a few times.

  “He was a pussy.” Davy grabbed a bolt from the tray beside him. “Pledged his undying love for her and bawled like a baby when he came. Scared the shit out of Eve. She thought she broke his dick or something. She didn’t know what to do about it.”

  I stared at him, unsure if he was serious. “She told you all that?”

  “More or less.”

  Joe scoffed. “He barely remembers his own lovers, much less Eve’s.”

  The woman in question stopped between the two cars we were working on, her eyes wide as she heard the end of our conversation.

  “Why are you talking about my former lover?” she asked me.

  “I wasn’t.” I grabbed the brake pads I needed, choosing to busy myself with work instead of a pissed-off woman.

  “Dad?” she asked Doug.

  “Davy said you and Taylor were dating.” Doug got on the mechanic cre
eper and disappeared underneath a vehicle.

  She let out a slow breath.

  “What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked her. “I wasn’t supposed to get you until lunchtime.”

  “It is lunchtime and I had a coworker drop me off.” She pointed to the office. “I need to speak with you.”

  Davy made a noise as I sat my stuff down and followed her into the office. She closed the door behind me and I turned, pressing her up against the door. My hand came up to her neck while I crashed my lips against hers. The softness of her mouth was exactly what I needed as I kissed her, sliding my tongue along hers. My hands were as dirty as my clothes and I did my best not to rub up against her. When I finally pulled away from her, I rubbed the side of her neck slightly before moving away.

  “You wanted to see me?”

  She licked her lips. “I don’t want you talking to my family about me.”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “I don’t care.” She met my gaze. “You can shut Davy up but you didn’t. You wanted to hear his dumb story about something in my past. What did he tell you?”

  I cleared my throat. “He was talking about you losing your virginity.”

  She sat in the chair. “What did he say?”

  I glanced to the side. She was pissed and there was nothing I could say that would make it go away. Definitely nothing concerning the topic at hand. “Nothing important and you’re right. I’ll tell Davy to shut his mouth next time.”

  I opened the door and left before she could say anymore. Davy was laughing when I walked over to the bay I’d been working in. I thought I’d ended it, but Eve was just as bad as her brother when it came to finding out something.

  “What did you say?” she asked Davy.

  “What?”

  “You know what. What did you say?”

  The entire shop went silent as everyone stared at the two of them. Davy propped his arm on a toolbox. “Nothing.”

  “It wasn’t nothing. If it was nothing then you’d fucking tell me what you said.”

  “Eve,” Doug scolded.

  “No, Dad. I’m tired of him interfering in my life. You make your fucking jokes at my expense and expect me to be okay with it.”