13
MOXON
My fingers tap hard against the steering wheel, suddenly nervous as I drive Millie to my new place. Maybe this is all a little too much. I don’t want to scare her.
But she was there, on the side of the road -- a sign if I sure as hell ever saw one.
“What was the business meeting for?” I ask. “Sounds fancy.”
Millie sighs. “It was a letdown.” I look over at her and see worry lines on her forehead.
“Wanna talk about it?”
She sighs again, leaning back in her seat, and I love to see her so comfortable in my rig. “It was a card company, they wanted to buy me out.”
“Oh, hell, that’s a big deal.”
“I know. But Filthy-Sweet is my baby. It’s like, my heart and soul. I couldn’t imagine giving the reins over to someone and walking away.”
“I hear ya. Malone Auto is a piece of me, of who I am.”
“What else are you, Moxon?” she asks, her body shifting toward mine. The hem of her skirt is high on her thigh, and I have to force myself to keep my eyes on the road.
“I’m a simple guy. In a lot of ways, I’m exactly what you’d think. I like cars, beer, football, and--”
She cuts me off. “And your cat. Remember, you have some surprises.”
“True enough.” I suck in a breath as I turn on my blinker to turn onto my new street.
“Like tonight,” she says. “You got us reservations at Chez Monique. How did you even manage that?”
“I fixed the owner’s car when he was in a jam.”
“I see, you’re connected.” She smiles. “Is this your neighborhood?”
I nod. “Is now.” I pull into a driveway and put the truck in park, trying not to stare at her reaction. God, I want her to like it.
“What do you mean, is now?” she asks.
“I just made an offer on it last week. George, my real estate agent, said they accepted. We close in two weeks.”
“George? George James?”
I nod. “You know him?”
“He’s my father.”
“No shit? Good guy.”
“I know, the best.”
“And you’re his daughter. The one he wants to move into a fancy new condo?”
She nods. “Yeah, he told you that?”
“Yeah, I think he just wants to make sure you’re safe. And I don’t blame him, Mils.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Mils?”
“It suits you.” Our eyes meet, a small smile spreading across her lips.
She looks out the window. “It’s a beautiful place.”
“It is, isn’t it? I asked George for a place that a woman would call a home.”
“Why?”
I take her hand. “You said you wanted a man with a big house and a nine-to-five job. A picket fence. The whole nine yards.”
She shakes her head slightly as our fingers lace together. “You can’t just hit every point on a list and add up to the perfect man.”
“I know. But I can try.”
“Mox...” Millie shakes her head. “I don’t care about all that stuff, not really. I just want a man who shows up.”
“I’m right here.”
“Why me?” Her eyes lower like she genuinely doesn’t know the facts.
Like she doesn’t realize she has captivated me -- heart, mind, and soul.
“I’m a fucking mechanic, I work with my hands, and never think about beauty besides an engine that purrs and a paint job that shines. Then you come along, and one look, I was ruined. I saw real beauty for the first time in my life and I don’t want to lose it.”
“You don’t have to buy a house to have me.” Her voice is soft and tender.
“But it makes it a little sweeter, doesn’t it?”
“Maybe I don’t need sweet. Maybe filthy is all I really need.”
“Maybe,” I say, cupping her cheek with my hand. “But let me give you both. Let me give you everything.”
I kiss her then, in front of the two-story house with a detached garage -- perfect for her studio.
“Do you believe you can fall in love in a week’s time?” I ask her, my breath heavy and my desire real. I want to strip off her clothes and take her now, but I also want to hold her like this, forever.
“I believe in all sorts of things, Moxon.”
“Do you believe in us?”
She pushes her lips forward. “I don’t know. You still haven’t checked out my trunk.”
“That’s necessary in order to know?”
She smiles then, nodding. “That scare you?”
I laugh, pulling her to me, needing her ass in my hands and her heart against my own. “No, darling, you’re the kinda filthy-sweet girl I’ve been dreaming of my whole damn life.”
EPILOGUE
MOXON
Valentine's Day, one year later:
“God, baby,” she moans. “This is what I want.”
I turn her around, taking a nice view of her creamy ass. She’s wearing a garter belt without any panties, her pussy dripping, my fingers coated in her come, but now I am taking her again.
Harder.
She wears nothing but heels and stockings. Her tits are pushed again the hood of my new Mustang that I’m currently restoring. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen–Millie naked across the candy-apple red classic. The shop lights are off and the doors are locked. It’s after business hours and the only thing I’m serving tonight is my Mils.