“Yes, Red. Just like that. So good. So fucking good. I’m going… Fuck…baby, I’m going to come. You need to—”
My orgasm hit me, and I dropped my head back in a long, low roar of pleasure. Red never let up, licking and sucking until I was spent, swallowing around me and taking all I had.
I collapsed against the counter, my hand still resting on her head as she pulled back, glanced at the clock, and smirked. “Told you.”
I sniggered weakly, looking at the time. “Bragger.”
She stood, pulling up my jeans, smiling. “Whatever.”
I caught her face in my hands and kissed her. She tasted of me, of her, of us. Moments passed of our mouths moving together, unspoken words passing between us as my body settled, my mind cleared, and all I could feel, all I could think of was her.
Red. Charly.
Another word exploded in my head.
Mine.
For the first time ever, the last one didn’t upset me.I wiped my hands as Charly came out of the office. Since our little interaction, she had been funny. Sweet. Almost shy. It was rather endearing and very different from her usual in-my-face actions.
She looked excited, and I lifted my eyebrows. “What’s up, Red?”
She waved a flyer. “Look. There’s a motorcycle event about two hours away on the weekend.”
I took the flyer and looked it over. “Yeah, I’ve been to this one before. It was a good one. Do you want to go?”
Her eyes widened. “Really? Could we?”
“Sure, we’ll close at noon and drive up. There’s usually a concert at night. Old rock bands.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good. Me too. Pencil it in, Red.”
She bent and kissed my cheek then hurried away. I watched her go, her little ass looking fine in that skort. Maybe I would tell her to get a few of those. If she was going to drive me crazy, I might as well enjoy it.
She disappeared around five, and once I finished up, I closed the shop and headed toward the house. The skies overhead had turned darker, the sudden heat of the day bringing a storm. From the look of the heavy clouds, it was going to be a bad one.
As I opened the door, I heard voices. Brett’s car was parked by the garage as well as an unfamiliar vehicle, which I assumed belonged to Stefano. I was still unsure about hiring another mechanic, although I had to admit it would have some advantages. Charly had shown me the ads she wanted to run, the posters she planned on putting up, the Facebook page and redesigned website she had ready to go. She was correct when she stated there was no point in doing any of it if the garage couldn’t keep up with the demand for work. She was working on a complete file of all the restoration work I was getting requests for, doing it, as usual, in her meticulous method. If I was busy with restorations, and garage business increased, a third body would be needed.
Inside, the air was cooler and felt good on my skin. Brett was sitting at the table, his friend beside him. They were a study in contrasts. Both tall, well-built guys in their early thirties, but Stefano was the dark to Brett’s light. Deep brown hair and olive skin set off his wide smile and white teeth. A smile he was currently directing at Charly, who was sitting at my table, grinning back.
A roar of unusual jealousy tore through me. I tamped down the anger and the urge to tell him to keep his smiles to himself, instead walking over to the table and forcing a neutral expression to my face. I stood behind Red and casually laid my hand on her shoulder, then extended my other hand toward him.
“Stefano, I presume.”
He stood and shook my hand. “Maxx. Good to meet you. Brett and Charly have been singing your praises.”
Charly peeked up at me, her glance quickly straying to my hand still on her shoulder. “Everything okay in the shop?”
“Yep.” I squeezed her shoulder a little, enough so Stefano saw the movement of my hand. Our eyes met, and a look of understanding passed between us.
Hands off. She’s taken.
He chuckled low in his throat and brushed a hand over his scruff, meeting Brett’s eyes quickly. “I look forward to the chance of working with you. Brett tells me you’re a master at restorations.”
I relaxed and sat down. Charly stood and headed to the kitchen, bustling around. It felt right listening to her as she moved around, asking Brett to light the barbecue, telling me the burgers were ready to grill. She seemed a little tense, and I wondered if she was worried about my decision in regard to Stefano.
We kept conversation light during dinner, enjoying the food and getting to know one another a little. I did ask Stefano where he planned on staying if he worked here.