The Mechanic

by Lexie Davis

  I’d never seen her so mad in all the time I’d known her. She and Davy fought, but it wasn’t normally anything this bad.

  “What joke did I make at your expense?”

  “Why are you talking about me at all? Why the fuck did you bring up me losing my virginity in front of everyone?” Tears filled her eyes and I sat my stuff down again to go to her. She jerked away from me. “Stay out of my life, Davy. You have no right.”

  I guided her outside and she walked away from me, heading toward the end of the building. I followed her, doing my best to give her space to calm down.

  “What did he tell you?” She folded her arms over her chest and kept her back to me. “Be careful because I could break your dick too? Is that what he told you?”

  “No.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t need this right now. With all the bullshit going on, I really don’t need this.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead. “Don’t get so upset. He didn’t say anything bad.”

  “He has in the past.” She lifted her head from my shoulder. “Why were you talking about me?”

  I thought about how much to tell her. “Your dad asked me how you were getting to work. I told him I took you. Then Davy said we were dating. Joe made a comment about that being a nice way of putting it. Then he said he didn’t want to think about it. Davy made a comment about me being officially their brother and he brought up the virginity story. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.”

  “Yes, it is.” She pulled away from me. “I came home that night and told him that the guy was crying. He made me think I broke his dick. I went an entire week thinking that until I finally mentioned something about it to Joe. He told me that Davy was an asshole and that I should never listen to him. He loves telling that story to any guy I like. Scares the shit out of them because they think I’m some hazard in the bedroom.” Her lips pressed together as she tried to hold back the tears. “It is a big deal.”

  I cupped her ass and pulled her against me. “I don’t think you’re a hazard in the bedroom. And I stopped listening to Davy nearly a week after I began working here.”

  I leaned forward and kissed the swell of her breast. “It’s not a big deal.”

  She swallowed hard as she looked at me. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re a fucking wet dream. Don’t feel embarrassed with me.” I nuzzled her neck. “I’ll kick his ass for you if you want me to.”

  Her arms came around my neck. Instead of saying anything, she clung to me. We needed to have a serious talk about her wardrobe. If I lifted her, she couldn’t wrap her legs around my waist since the damn tight skirt would rip. So I settled for pushing my body against hers as I backed her up against the building. My mouth settled over her lips and I kissed her, hopefully wiping away all the stress. My fingers squeezed her ass as I held her against me, rubbing my crotch against her while I pressed her to the building. Damn, I wanted her. If we weren’t in public, I would have stripped her and fucked her right there.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her when I pulled away.

  She nodded.

  I kissed her again before I moved away. “Come on, hot stuff.”

  She walked with me back into the shop. I watched while she went to the office and Davy stared at her from across the building. When I went back to the car I was working on, I glanced over at him.

  “If you say anything about my handprints being on her ass, I’ll punch you in the nuts.”

  Davy grinned. “I’m not saying one fucking word.”

  Chapter Five

  Eve

  The nightmare with my father’s business didn’t end. Apparently, my mother opened a credit card in my father’s name and ran up the limit with no intention to pay. I spoke to creditors for nearly an hour trying to get the mess sorted out. His credit rating had dropped drastically even though he technically didn’t have any debt. I hung up the phone and pressed my fingers to my temples. I was supposed to go on a date with Taylor tonight and I didn’t want to. I wanted to curl up and pretend I was born into a rich family that didn’t have all these issues.

  Knuckles rapped against the glass in the door to the office and I lifted my head. “Come in.”

  Taylor stepped inside with a smile on his handsome face. “We have our date tonight.”

  I blew out a breath. “I know.”

  The smile faded instantly. A heartbeat went by before he glanced down at the desk. “It’s after six. Get your stuff together so we can go.”

  “I don’t think—”

  “Nobody asked you to think.”

  I met his gaze. He wasn’t backing down. I didn’t know what he expected from me. I had so much stress going on and he wanted to play games.

  “I think it’s better if we call off the date.” I shook my head, not looking at him. “I’ll get my brother to take me home.”

  “Everyone is gone.”

  I jerked my attention to him. “What?”

  “Everyone is gone. It’s just you and me, sweetheart. Get your shit so we can get out of here.”

  I huffed a breath. “Is that how you woo all the women you date?”

  “What women?” He went over to my tote bag and grabbed it.

  “Oh, please.” I cocked a hip against the desk. Maybe after my shitty day, I was looking for a fight. “I’ve heard stories. You like fast cars and fast women and fast sex.”

  He laughed. “Who the hell told you that?”

  “I have my sources.”

  “Yeah.” He licked his lips, staring at me. “I’ve got your bag. I’m going to my truck. If you’re not there in five minutes, I’m leaving you.”

  He turned to leave and I ran after him, nearly tackling him in the middle of the garage. He grabbed me and brought me around to his front. His mouth crashed down against mine as he backed me up against my car. I didn’t even know what was happening until his hands slid up my bare thighs. I wore a simple off-white fitted skirt with an emerald-green sleeveless top. My hair was pulled back and I had probably sweated my makeup off. He undid the side of my skirt and yanked it down before lifting me onto the hood of my car.

  His mouth and hands were everywhere. I hooked my leg around his thigh and pulled him to me. All that hard muscle felt so damn good. He’d lost the coveralls, but the semi-clean white shirt and jeans remained. A groan left his lips when his crotch pressed against me. He’d pinned me down with his fingers around each of my wrists. His tongue slid inside my mouth, making me forget whatever the hell I’d been mad about. Every inch of my body ached for him. He kissed along my jaw and I trembled beneath him. I don’t think I’d ever wanted someone so badly in my life. Lifting off me slightly, he unzipped his pants. I closed my eyes as his lips teased my ear.

  “This pussy is mine.” Taylor gripped the crotch of my panties and tore them from my body.

  I gasped, watching as I lay obscenely before him, legs spread, with my wet pussy damn near begging him for a fuck. He groaned as he stared at me, his fingers lightly brushing along my wet lips. I don’t think I’d ever been pressed against a vehicle before with my legs spread, begging for cock, but it damn sure felt good. He reached inside his pants for his dick and pulled it out, stroking it a few times with his fist. Then he brushed the thick tip along my slit.

  I moaned. Whimpered. Rocking slightly, I silently begged him to fuck me.

  “You make me so damn hard with your fucking high heeled shoes with that sassy attitude.” He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. “And after I had my hands on you, the other night, all I could think about was the way this pussy would feel once I finally buried my fat cock inside you. Claimed you. Took what’s mine.”

  I closed my eyes, clutching his arm as he pushed just the tip inside me, forcing my pussy to stretch wide. He worked the length inside me slowly, drawing it out to the point I trembled beneath him. He kissed me as his hips pushed forward, driving his cock deeper.

  “This tight little pussy is so damn wet for me
. Do you want me to fuck you with this big cock? To fill you with my cum?” He stared at me. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I panted. “God, yes.”

  He shoved his cock deep inside me and I cried out. He withdrew almost completely then shoved in again. “After we’re through, we’re going to dinner and you’re going to sit there with my cum dripping down your thighs. Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you again. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” I panted. Moaned. I slid my hands into his pants and clutched his ass, holding onto him while he fucked me. Sweat gathered on my skin while my ass stuck to the top of my car hood. Every thick inch of his dick set my body on fire. He leaned over me, kissing my mouth as I gasped.

  Sex had never been so good. I arched my back as his tongue slipped into my mouth, fucking me the same way his cock fucked me. My legs shook as I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs. He pulled back and stared into my eyes. The smoldering look in his eyes was enough to do me in. His fingers slipped between us and stroked my clit.

  “Come for me.”

  My orgasm hit before he finished his sentence. My body strained against him as my pussy clenched, sucking and squeezing around him hard. Taylor gripped my hips and pulled me off the car. My legs wrapped around his waist while our mouths locked. His cock was buried deep inside me and I needed more. He groaned and pulled back from me, clutching my ass while he held me.

  “We’re going to have a late dinner.” He sat me down and turned me around.

  He bent me over the car hood and shoved inside me with one hard push. Every sensitive nerve ending inside my pussy set my body on fire. I struggled to keep myself upright while he fucked me, kissing and biting the back of my neck and shoulders. I didn’t even realize how my shirt came open or that my breast had popped out of my bra. The metal hood of my car did little to cool my heated flesh. Then Taylor’s cock swelled and a soft grunt filled my ear as he came, clutching my hips as he thrust hard. My breaths came in shallow pants while his weight pressed against my back.

  Taylor pulled out and turned me around, cupping my cheeks as he kissed me deeply. I held on to him, my legs wobbly from my orgasm and my head swimming from the heat. I needed to catch my breath.

  He stepped back and stared into my eyes. “You okay?”

  “Great.” I swallowed hard. I tried to walk and stumbled, gripping his arm.

  I took a deep breath as a cocky grin appeared on his face. He held me up, pulling me to him. Lightly kissing the top of my head, we stayed like that while I slowly came back down to reality.

  “You good now?” He still had the grin.

  I moved away from him, not saying anything. I kept my back to him as I pulled my clothes on and collected my stuff from the ground. Afterward, I walked toward the door with him following me. We stepped out of the building and into the muggy night. The humidity was high that day and it made for a warm night. We rarely saw a cool day in Arizona and while the humidity was normally low, we’d had some crazy weather lately.

  I searched for my keys and locked the door. Taylor stood beside me, waiting as he pressed the keyless entry for his truck. I didn’t know what to say to him so I kept quiet. Once the door was locked, I went to the passenger’s side of his truck with him following me. He reached for the door and opened it. When I bit my lip, doing my best to gauge how to get in the truck, he lifted me and sat me inside.

  His jaw had dark beard growth. He let his hands linger on my knee before he finally pulled back to meet my gaze.

  “You’re not going to cry, are you?” he asked me.

  I huffed a breath. “Funny.”

  He brushed my cheek with his finger. “For the record, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  Something about the way he said it made me believe him. I glanced down and he reached for my hand, pulling it to his crotch. I cupped him lightly.

  “You didn’t break anything.” He smiled. “It still works. Your brother was simply just being an ass.”

  I licked my lips. “I don’t want to talk about my brother.”

  “We’re not.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I think it makes a difference for someone you’ve actually slept with to confirm it though.”

  It did. I didn’t have the best luck in the bedroom. Maybe it was because of what Davy made me believe after my first time. Taylor stepped back and stared at me a moment before closing the door. I watched him walk around to the driver’s seat and climb in next to me.

  After he started the engine and backed out of the parking spot, he pulled toward the road. Glancing over, he reached for my hand and brought it to his thigh, holding it while he drove.

  ****

  After dinner, he took me back to his house. We didn’t say much over dinner and I could tell it bothered him. He wanted to keep me close and I liked that. No man had ever held my hand like Taylor. I’d never had comfortable silence with a man either.

  “Are you eventually going to talk to me?” he asked as he dropped his keys on the coffee table. “You’re too quiet.”

  “What do you want to talk about?” I pulled my shoes off and glanced over at him watching me.

  “I’m game for any topic right now.”

  “They’re having a shoe sale at the mall Friday. Warehouse closeout. Seventy-five percent off designer shoes.”

  He smiled. “Like you need more shoes.”

  “A woman can never have too many shoes.”

  “I beg to differ.”

  I walked toward the hallway. My suitcases were in his room and I really wanted to take a shower and pull on my pajamas. He followed me, watching as I searched through my stuff.

  “Why do you wear those tight skirts?”

  “Work requires them.” I found a pair of pajamas and grabbed my toiletry bag. I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. When I turned around, Taylor stood in the bathroom with me, undressing. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking a shower.”

  “With me?”

  “Sure.” He tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper. “Why?”

  I had to talk about it with him. I couldn’t pretend sex didn’t happen. “What happened at the garage was a one-time thing.”

  “No, it wasn’t.” He undid his pants and glanced up at me. “You clearly needed to be fucked. You still need it and I’m happy to oblige.”

  “I still need it?” I arched an eyebrow. “Cocky much?”

  “Confident.” He tossed the jeans in the hamper and stood before me in black boxer briefs.

  “Right.” I chewed on my lower lip as he hooked his fingers in the sides of his underwear and tugged them down. His cock popped free and made my mouth water. Taylor had a great body. Hard muscle everywhere. He had tattoos I hadn’t noticed on his side and thigh. He tossed his underwear in the hamper and turned to face me.

  “You have to take your clothes off too. It’d make showering a lot easier.”

  I undid my top while he watched. The way his eyes darkened when I revealed more bare skin had me aching to have him again. I wasn’t sure I liked him being right. I did want to sleep with him again. And probably again after that. I undid my bra and got tangled in it. I struggled for a moment before he stepped toward me to help.

  “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” His arms wrapped around me, holding me close while his mouth pressed against mine. My eyes slowly drifted closed as my body melted against him. He tossed my clothes aside and pressed his hand against the small of my back, pulling me tighter against him. I liked the way he made me feel. Safe and comfortable. When he wrapped his arms around me, I wanted to press myself against him. To let the rest of the world fade, if just for a second.

  I moved back and undid my skirt. I didn’t have my panties. In our haste, Taylor tossed them somewhere and I have no idea where they went. It’d make for an embarrassing moment tomorrow if I didn’t get to the shop first. After a little tug, the skirt fell to the floor, pooling around my feet.

  “That will never get old.”
Taylor cupped my breast lightly before leaning into flick my nipple with his tongue.

  “What?” I asked him.

  “Seeing you naked.” He grinned and lifted me, lightly smacking my ass as he carried me to the shower. His cock pressed against my pussy and I wiggled against him.

  The hot water pelted against my back as I cupped his neck, leaning in to kiss him. This was what I wanted, I realized. Someone who would take me without apology and make me feel wanted and adored. Taylor moaned as my pussy slid along his cock. I’d already had him and I wanted him again.

  He pulled his mouth from mine and held me so that the water wet my hair and skin. “Press your hands against the walls and lean back.”

  I did as he instructed and closed my eyes, letting the hot water sprinkle my face. He had a rain showerhead that soothed the aches from the day away. One hand pressed against my back as he held me, his other hand resting along my hip. His mouth surrounded one of my nipples while his cock rubbed against my pussy. I lifted my hips slightly, my legs wrapped around his waist, as his thumb brushed along my clit. I closed my eyes as the water hit my face. Taylor’s beard growth scratched against my skin while he sucked and licked my nipples.

  “Taylor?” I gasped. His hands cupped my ass as the tip of his cock pressed against my opening. I sat up, panting, as I met his gaze. Taylor pushed inside me, filling me with a single smooth stroke as the intensity of his gaze burned into me. I gasped, my breaths coming short as every glorious inch stretched my pussy. It was so good. Sex had never been so damn good in my life.

  I clung to the shower walls while he withdrew, taking his time to tease me with his slowness. I closed my eyes as every slick inch pushed inside me again. It was different than the first time. The first time in the garage was intense. Hot. This was intense, but in a different way. A better way. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it was intimate. Passionate. The way he fucked me had me craving more. I was needy and desperate. If he stopped thrusting, I’d probably scream. Cry. Beg. God, I’d beg and that said all I needed to know. Taylor Jenkins was not a one-night stand no matter how much I told myself that he was. He was the type of lover I wanted in my bed every night.