Tug (Irreparable 3)

“No. I’m good.”

I’m starting to close the office door when he calls my name. “Yeah?”

He sends me a guilty grin. “It wasn’t an accident.”

I wink at him. “I know, buddy.”

I don’t bother to open the passenger side door for Larissa before getting in the driver’s seat of my car and slamming the door shut after me. Knowing Maria got a good laugh out of Larissa embarrassing me pisses me off more than her behavior. I take in a few calming breaths before I start the engine. Larissa must sense my anger because she hasn’t moved since we got in the car. Her hands rest between her thighs, her red lips flat. Finally…she’s fucking quiet.

I pull into traffic before I lay into her. “You are never to speak to anyone like that again when you’re with me, especially my nephew. This is a business arrangement, and, as such, you are supposed to make me look good. Pull a stunt like that again, and you won’t be paid.”

She turns in the seat to face me. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I lost my temper.” Her rich, seductive eyes move to my crotch. “Let me make it up to you.”

I should tell her no, but the thought of having my dick sucked while driving my Porsche is hot as fuck, and I’m a guy. Telling her no isn’t happening. It’s against the code of things men must say yes to, and though not written anywhere, is well known, and in numerical order. Blow-job while driving has to be three or four on the list.

She leans over the seat. I stay quiet as her hands undo my belt. Her fingers pop the button on my slacks, and as she lowers the zipper, my conscience yells at me to stop her. Before I can object, she has her warm hand around my cock, and I politely tell my conscience to get lost. Her head dips, and her wet tongue sweeps over the tip.

I look down, and it’s Maria’s face I see. “Yes,” I say, wanting it to be Maria sucking my dick.

Her suction increases with her speed, and I grip the

steering wheel tightly. I don’t as much as glance down. Seeing whose head is actually bobbing in my lap will ruin my fantasy. I prefer to imagine it’s Maria, and that is exactly what I do. Even when I release, I picture Maria’s gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock.

Paying Larissa to be my girlfriend is a tad ironic, and I find humor in Larissa looking down on Maria. If she knew Maria used to be a hooker, she’d have all sorts of nasty things to say, yet, she is essentially being paid to suck me off.

I feel sick as Larissa lifts her head, wiping her mouth on her hand. She looks so proud of herself and I glance away, keeping my eyes focused on the road.

Larissa tries to lure me into her place, but I refuse and boot her from the car in front of her building, ignoring the insulted expression on her pouty face.

When I return to the restaurant, I spot Davey behind the bar but don’t see Drew anywhere. Davey comes out from behind the bar and makes his way to me.

“Please tell me you didn’t lose my nephew.”

“Nah. He’s in my office with Maria.”

“Thanks for keeping him so I could take Larissa home.”

He nods slowly. “Oh, Crazy has a name. What are you doing with her, man?”

“It’s complicated.”

“All right. It’s none of my business, but that chick is psycho-cuckoo.”

He’s right—it is none of his business, but I don’t want to have a confrontation with him after the shit Larissa pulled. He handled it better than I would have.

“Yeah, I know.”

I go to Davey’s office. Drew and Maria are lying on the floor on opposite sides of a checkerboard.

“Who’s winning?” I ask, stepping in the office and shutting the door behind me.

“Uncle Tug!” Drew yells, and jumps up. He comes over and hugs my leg. “Did you ditch the crazy girl?”

“Yes, I took Larissa home. You ready to go?”

Maria gets up off the floor and smiles. “He’s a great kid, and quite the checkers player.”

“Oh, yeah?”