Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

“The blueberry thing is something to remember,” Bennett commented, polishing off the last bite of his sandwich. “Same thing that you had fun last night.”

“As for the bra size, I’d really like to discover that for myself,” I said.

She flushed, then bit her lip.

“Tell us, baby. What’s your secret desire for today?” I asked. “The one thing you’d like to do with us?”

Her eyes lit up and she grinned. “I know just the thing.”

I imagined watching Julia undo the buttons down the front of her dress, the material parting slowly to reveal the creamy swells of her tits, then her belly before it fell to my bedroom floor. We’d get a peek at the frothy lace confections she wore beneath. Pink, perhaps. Maybe lavender lace. Then we’d tug those off, too.

But not this.

Bennett practically pouted as Julia raised the zipper on a pair of old, baggy coveralls in the auto shop. They were big on her, so I rolled up one sleeve on the stained garment for her, then the other. It was kind of sexy, seeing her in what I wore when I worked, but she was covered from neck to ankles. It screamed hands off, but it didn’t change my need for her. In fact, it completely did the opposite.

Not just a sexy siren with her fiery hair and temperament—and her passionate nature we’d discovered the night before—but she was fucking cute, too. She looked small, dainty and very feminine, even though all of her curves were hidden.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do? You don’t want to go to the movies or a hike or even bowling?” Bennett asked.

Or get dirty some other way, like from my cum all over you?

She shook her head. Smiled. Fuck, that smile was my undoing.

“Nope. I want you to show me how to change the oil on my truck.” She pointed to the early eighties pickup sitting in one of the bays of Carter’s Auto. “Since it’s here…”

I sighed, but was amused by her enthusiasm. We’d finished our meals and driven to my shop. It was closed on the weekends and my uncle was spending the weekend visiting a friend in Helena. We were all alone, with no chance for interruption. But no bed was in sight.

I went over to a cabinet, pulled out some rubber gloves, the kind doctors wore for surgery. They were thin and didn’t get in the way when I worked, but did a great job of keeping my hands somewhat clean. Grease was a bitch to get out. “Here, put these on.”

“I don’t mind getting dirty,” she replied.

No, it didn’t seem she did. Fuck, could she be any better of a match? Yesterday, I’d seen her and wanted her. Instant attraction. Now, now I could see forever. Babies. Hell, watching grandchildren play as we sat in rockers on the front porch.

I held out one and she stuck her hand in, then the other. “The only way I want you getting dirty today is when you’re naked.”

“In a bed,” Bennett said.

“Or out,” I added.

He grinned. “Or out. Wherever you want.”

“You sure you want to get under there?” I pointed to the front of her old truck. “I can put it on the lift.” I’d fixed the distributor cap problem first thing this morning so I could move it over to the lift. I’d checked it over, hoses and belts, battery connections. I wanted it running smoothly because I wasn’t letting her drive around town with the chance of it breaking down. I didn’t want her stuck on the side of the road somewhere. She might have a cell phone, but it just wasn’t safe.

“Nope. I want to do it just like I would on my own.”

“Baby, you can come here and use my lift any time you want.”

She rolled her eyes and grinned.

I found two rolling boards and nudged them with my boot toward the front of her truck. “Down you go,” I said.

Reaching up, she tuck

ed her ponytail in some girly way into a bun, then lay down on the board with wheels.

After giving Bennett a quick glance, I laid down beside her on a second board and used my feet to push myself under the truck. I saw Bennett squat down and slowly push her back.

I already hooked the light to the underside, so when I turned my head, I could easily see her.