The Malone Brothers - Page 22

"You're a perfectionist?" I ask, knowing that would be the exact opposite of my ex. She had no problem letting Louisa down time and time again.

"Not exactly." She shrugs but when she looks at me, I have the distinct desire to kiss her. I hold back, not wanting to scare this little thing away, but damn, I'm not letting her leave my sight without a taste. "Just trying to do my best," she continues. "I'm a student teacher and hoping to get a good recommendation so I can get hired somewhere. Luckily, I love the work, so being in the classroom doesn't even feel like a job."

"Well, you're in good company," I tell her, feeling relaxed in her presence. "This shop is my favorite place in the world."

She looks around, frowning. "I'm guessing you've never been to Disneyland then? Because no offense, but that's the happiest place on Earth."

"True, never been there."

"That's a literal tragedy," she says with a smile.

"Yeah?" I cock an eyebrow at her, stepping closer, desperate to wrap my arm around her and pull her lips to mine. "Another tragedy is the idea of you having gone so long without an oil change."

She licks her pouty lips again; her tits look like they are perking up at the prospect.

"While you're here, you might as well get a tune-up." I lean in, tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and lay it all out there. "Free of charge, of course."

Chapter 2

Clementine

He is not being coy.

Which I appreciate.

Because I don't want to be coy either.

I never go back on a plan once I start on it, and I distinctly remember giving myself the green light for a hook-up next time I encountered the opportunity. Forget waiting for the perfect husband. I don't want or need a husband right now.

I just want to get off.

Does that make me a slut? I don't think so. I think it makes me smart. A hot mechanic with a ladder of abs just asked me if I wanted my oil changed. Free of charge.

*Raises hand*

Yes, please.

"Um, just like, uh, here?" I ask, wanting the details before I commit. "It looks kinda..."

"Dirty? Rough? Wild? I check all of those boxes, Cutie, and you know it. That's what you were hoping for when you walked into this shop today."

I smirk, crossing my arms, not at all as opposed to the truth as I am trying to let on. "I was looking for a mechanic."

As if he knows I was hoping for more, he wraps an arm around my waist. I pull in a sharp breath, a shiver of excitement washing over me.

"Well, you found what you were looking for then, Cutie."

"Are you always so forward?"

He looks down into my eyes, giving me an arrogant grin that makes me all hot and bothered. "Yes, Miss Cutie, I am."

"Miss?"

"You're a teacher, aren't you?" He has dimples and when he smiles I know my panties are ruined.

I nod, my heart pounding, my pussy wet. No one ever, ever comes on to me like this. "I am," I manage to say, the longing in my voice inescapable.

"So, did you want to teach me a lesson?"

I shake my head.

"No?" He furrows his brows and I summon my courage.

"I want you to close this shop and teach me to drive a stick shift."

He laughs, hard, and I do too, giggling over how suggestive I'm being. It feels good to just be silly like this. I'm always so rigid and uptight. Full of rules and plans and... Mike doesn’t seem like that at all.

He is pulling down the garage door and locking it, telling me he can worry about cooling down my car after we both get our engines revved, and I laugh again, throwing back my head as he pulls me into his arms.

I feel safe here, with him; there are no windows, so I don't need to be nervous about anyone seeing this out-of-character rendezvous. Right now, it's just him and me. Maybe he's right. Maybe it is serendipity.

Mike's hands are firm on my hips and my eyes widen as he presses himself against me. His cock is big, I can tell, and even if I've never done this before, I've done my research. And my body is primed. Ready. I can get myself off with my vibrator I keep in the back of my panty drawer. The stronger, the better.

I’ll get reading a good romance novel, my eyes glued to the kindle screen, my hand gripping tight to my B.O.B. as I ride my latex lover until my thighs are coated in come.

But right now, I have an opportunity for more than filthy dirty fantasies.

I'm not planning on wasting it.

"You feel that, Cutie?" he asks, pressing my hand on his jeans, his thick shaft growing as I whimper, unable to speak. "Good," he growls. "But the first step in learning to drive stick is wrapping your hands around it, nice and easy. Getting a good feel for how it moves, how big it is in your hand. Make sure you can handle it before you put it into gear."

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