After a few moments, I withdrew and collapsed back against the bed. “I can’t do anymore. I’m exhausted.
”
“Me too,” Todd said, lying at the side of me.
“Wimps.” Chase quipped.
While we sat and gathered our breath, Chase went over to the freestanding large bath positioned in the center of the suite and ran the faucet until it was full of water to which he’d added a generous amount of bubble bath. “Come and join me,” he yelled to us both. “No sexy stuff, I can see I’ve worn you both out. Let me help get you clean so we can all enjoy a good sleep afterward smelling of the scent of vanilla with undertones of caramel,” he read off the label. “Oh, that makes me want to eat ice cream.”
“Come on, Haley, let’s get in the bath. The faster we get in, the faster Chase will be quiet and we can get back to bed and to sleep.”
The bath was exquisite, the warmth of the water relaxing my newly aching joints and we took it in turns to rub each other’s shoulders and wash each other’s hair. We soaped up each other’s bodies. There was nothing sexual about it, it was sensual. As we sat, limbs entangled, leaning back against the edges of the tub, I decided to make my declaration.
“Chase and Todd, I have something I want to say.” I held up my finger in front of Chase’s open mouth before he could make a sound. Now was not the time.
“I want to thank you for inviting me into your relationship. I realized tonight, that well, I love you. I love you both.” I told them.
“I’ve loved you since the minute I met you. Didn’t I say that, Todd?”
“Yes, yes you did.” Todd agreed, smiling.
“Haley, I love you too. We love you.”
It was the perfect end to a perfect day and we dried off our bodies and lay together in the most comfortable bed I’d ever been in. We definitely needed to ask the hotel where they sourced their materials so we could have this heaven all year round.
It had taken me a while to find out where I belonged both sexually and romantically but there was no doubt in my mind that now I had found my two true loves and I couldn’t wait to see what our future held.
Undone
CLUB V
Chapter 1
I grabbed a rag from the hook and wiped the grease from my hands on the grubby scrap of fabric. With the back of my forearm, I swept the sweat from my brow to keep it from running into my eyes and stinging. The doors to the garage were open and letting in a little breeze, but in the summer heat, it wasn’t doing much to cool the place down.
I looked up at the clock on the wall; just above the tattered calendar featuring Miss March that one of my dad’s employees had put up years ago and never taken down. Apparently, everyone had been so pleased with Miss March’s appearance that they were content to let her reside at Dawson Brother’s Garage for the last ten years. It was ten ’til five and still, there were three cars in the bays and I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of there for hours. My dad needed me and I hated to leave early especially on days when there weren’t many other guys working in the garage. The business was successful, but like so many things it had taken a hit when the economy was bad. People usually still kept up their car maintenance, but they would often wait just a little longer between oil changes or maybe not come in at the first sign of trouble. This typically ended up being more work for us however it wasn’t the kind we wanted. My dad was all about keeping up with your car and I had learned from him.
“If you want it to purr like a kitten, you gotta rub behind its ears from time to time,” he often said to me. I had heard him repeat it more times than I could count to various customers over the years. Since my mother had passed away giving birth to me, I had spent all of my time with my dad. We had a connection that seemed pretty different than the ones between my contemporaries and their parents, in part because I spent all of my time with my dad, but also because he respected me as an equal in the garage.
He had done what he could from the time I was very small to teach me everything he knew about what went on under the hood of a car. By the time I was ten years old I could hear a slipped timing belt from a mile away. As I got older I spent more and more time in the garage, spending my days after school in the midst of all the exhaust and oil pans. It was good pocket money that I spent on time out with friends and I had been able to put a little aside. Once graduation rolled around and I was able to work full-time, I was easily my dad’s best employee.
I glanced over at Rodrigo who was currently on his back under a Mustang that really needed a new paint job. Seeing his thick, muscular thighs sticking out from underneath the vehicle made me think of the few times we had messed around in the backroom and the one time I had lured him upstairs on my eighteenth birthday. Rodrigo was a hell of a guy, but he worked here and it was clear that there was nothing between us other than sexual chemistry. And if my dad ever caught wind of what had happened between Rodrigo and me…well, I didn’t dare think of what the consequences would be for the guy.
Being an only child was one thing. Being the only daughter to a single dad who had raised me alone from day one was an entirely different ballgame. Nothing was ever simple. While he trusted me and my judgement in general, he didn’t trust the world outside of the garage, least of all any boys who might come along and break my heart. I had dated a little here and there, but most of the guys I went to school with were so terrified of my dad it was hardly worth putting in the work just to get them to go out on a date with me. I had somehow managed prom without too much drama, but ever since high school ended a year before, I had been in a pretty big dry spell. It was something that bothered me a little, even though I knew I could have sex whenever and with whomever I wanted, all I had to do was say the word.
There were the guys who came in with their souped-up sports cars, the ones who raced on the weekends, and those who had inherited something from a distant relative. This last group rarely had a clue what was going on with their car and they were usually the most impressed by my talent under the hood. There had been plenty of them that I could have lured back into one of the storage closets and had my way with, but I had been a virgin for so long, I wasn’t going to waste it on one of these little trust fund shits who could barely keep their dicks in their pants when they caught their first glimpse of me in my overalls and tight tank top.
I saw them all as they gazed like lechers at my 36C tits, barely contained by my bra and tank. My favorite tanks to wear were the low-cut ones so that I could be sure to let a little of the lace from my bra peek out over the top. Always a contrasting color to whatever tank I was wearing. It drew more attention that way— not that I was struggling to catch their eyes. It was obvious that these guys were panting for it and would do literally anything to get into my pants, or at the very least get a good look at what was hiding underneath my hood. I’d seen more than one of them have to adjust himself in my presence when he thought I wasn’t looking. There had even been one who was bold enough to lick his lips, close the space between us, and breathe softly against my neck, letting me know in no uncertain terms what he wanted to do to me right then and there in his inherited 1961 Chrysler 300G Coupe. That one almost made me consider it, just because I was so fucking horny that particular afternoon, but I was pretty filthy in appearance, not just in my mind, and I passed on that opportunity. It didn’t stop me from grabbing my vibrator as soon as I got home and teasing my clit to an orgasm that made me moan and thrash against my bed.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath, feeling my pussy responding to the memory. I looked over at the clock again. I was going to have to go pretty soon anyway if I was going to make it home in time to shower, change, and get to Samantha’s workplace to pick her up. Club V was a bit of a hike to get to from our apartment, but I’d promised her a ride to spare her from the middle of the night commute back home. If I left just a few minutes early then I might have time to work out a little of this frustration.
My eyes fell to Miss March and her hands cupping her breasts, lifting them, making her nipples jut out toward the camera. She was hot as hell and if I didn’t get out of the garage soon I was going to
be fingering myself behind a stack of tires while I pictured Miss March pressing those huge tits into her face. Not that I’m a dyke or anything but hey, I’m only human.
“Hey, Dad?” I said as I peeked into his office, eager to get out of the garage and back to my apartment as soon as possible.
“Hmm?” Monosyllabic responses were the norm from him.