Propositioning Her Brother's Best Friend

“Nothing. I’m busy.”

I want you out of my life. I’m in love with my best friend’s little sister, and you could fuck that up for me.

Paul didn’t say anything. He handed her back the card. She tried to caress his finger-tips, but he pulled away. “What do you want?” he asked when she made no move to leave. Paul could not stop his annoyance, and he sounded abrupt. Never in all the times they were together did he give Tracy the idea they could be more than what they were. It was never going to happen, no matter how much she wanted it. Paul wasn’t interested in her like that. He wasn’t worried about her reaction as she didn’t even bat an eyelash at him and didn’t seem to even notice his annoyance or lack of interest in her.

“I was wondering if you were busy tonight? I feel really lonely, and I could use some of your cock.” She pushed her tight breasts out to him. Her crude language didn’t shock him either. Paul wished it did. Tracy simply didn’t care unless she got what she wanted.

“No thanks, I have plans, but thanks for the offer.” He picked up the notes taken for her car and made to leave.

“Maybe another night. Come on, Paul. I know you and your appetite. I’m sure you’re begging to fuck something soon?” She was not put off at all.

“I’m good, thanks, and don’t bother asking. I’m going to be busy for the rest of my life. I think it’s time we moved on.” Paul told her the truth. He didn’t see the point in lying to her.

“Surely one woman won’t keep you that busy. I know you, Paul. Your passions could never handle just one woman. I promise to help you with more than one woman.” She gave him a wink, and he shot her down again.

“It’s not going to happen, Tracy. I’ve moved on. I’m a one woman man.”

“One woman cannot keep you satisfied. You’re a fucking animal in bed.” He saw the instant Tracy started to get angry, and it was the moment she realised he wasn’t going to give in to her demands.

“Yep. There is only one woman out there for me,” he said, moving away from the counter. She was the last customer to collect her car for the day. All he had left to do was finish with the mechanics of the car he’d been working on and then he could get home. He wanted to get started on the meatballs for Rachel.

“But you said I was a really great fuck,” she said. He watched the outrage cross her face. Actually, she’d asked him if she was a great fuck, and he’d nodded in agreement.

He was really starting to hate his past. The women he’d screwed at the time knew the score. Paul had never been about manipulating women. He told them what to expect, and he never promised to give them anything more than a few orgasms. Tracy was the only woman hanging around. The other women backed off and knew how to play the game. Tracy knew how to play the game. He’d seen her with more than enough men. From what he heard she was with someone different last night. Tracy could really bite him in the ass if she wanted to make waves for him and Rachel, especially after he told Mitch and they went public.

Shaking his head, he turned back to her. “It was just a fuck. You wanted it, and I wanted it. There was nothing else for us. We didn’t give each other promises. You were the one who stated you wouldn’t be tied down to a man. You wanted sex, Tracy. I gave you sex. Damn good sex, but sex all the same.” Not the kind of sex he intended to share with Rachel. With Tracy their time together had been empty and meaningless. In the short time he’d been with Rachel, Paul already saw a difference.

“Are you calling me a whore?”

“No, I’m not calling you a whore. Stop putting words in my fucking mouth. We fucked. Get over it. I have.”

Paul was losing his patience. Glancing at the clock on the far wall he saw he only had a short time to get home. If he didn’t hurry his plans would be ruined. The only woman he wanted in his life was Rachel.

Why didn’t he fight Mitch for her when he had the chance?

“Well I wonder if the tramp you’re screwing knows about your past. I’m sure she would not want you if she knew the truth. You’re an animal, Paul Ellis, and you treat women like shit.” Her anger made her voice high pitched and squeaky. He winced from the sound.

“She knows everything about me. More than anyone else will ever know. I don’t lie to her. I’ve never been able to lie.” Paul forced himself to stop speaking. The more information he gave her the more the likelihood of her finding out the person rose. “Nothing was ever going to happen between you and me. In reality, nothing ever did.” He watched as she stormed out of his mechanic shop cursing his name and slamming doors. Darren clapped his hands.

“Bravo, mate. That’s the best dumping I’ve ever seen. Just out of curiosity, does Mitch know you’re in love with his sister?” Darren asked.

Paul stared at him, shocked. “What?”

“I’m not blind or deaf, Boss. The only girl sweet enough to tame you is Rachel. She’s a nice girl. I doubt Mitch will have anything nice to say about it, though.”

“Don’t say anything to him. I hope Tracy doesn’t figure it out and start spouting her mouth off.” Shaking his head, Paul wondered where he’d lost control. “I want to break it to Mitch slowly.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Mitch is the type of guy to shoot the messenger and ask questions later. I like my life, Boss. I’m not about to do something crazy like tell Rachel’s big brother that you’re in love with her. No, no way. You’re on your own with that one.”

Paul laughed. “Mitch is not that bad.”

“You’ve always been in his good books with you being his friend and all. Take care, and break it to him quietly.”

Darren left him alone to lock up.

Man, he really did some stupid shit over the years. One of the stupidest things he’d ever done was not tell Mitch his true feelings. When Mitch warned him away he hadn’t fought for Rachel. Then had been his opportunity to make her his. He wouldn’t let another moment pass. Picking up his keys, Paul headed out and pushed the thoughts and regrets to the back of his mind.

Tonight was all about him and Rachel.

Chapter Eight

Rachel was nervous, excited but nervous. Her time with Paul wasn’t about teaching anymore. This was the real deal. Checking her hair in the rear view mirror Rachel rolled her eyes.

It’s Paul, for crying out loud. He’s known me since I was a little kid.

Closing her eyes she gained her composure before turning off the ignition in her car. She’d been at work, which required her to take her car, as otherwise she’d have left it at home. Grabbing her bag from the passenger seat, she climbed out of the car and walked over to knock at the door. Rachel stood waiting, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear. She was dressed in a blue pair of jeans and a plain rose coloured shirt. He’d told her that morning to dress casually. She’d decided not to bother changing from the clothes she wore to work.

The door opened, and Paul stood with a wooden spoon in hand and a towel flung over his shoulder. He wore jeans, like her, and no shirt.

Glancing down at the floor she waited for him to invite her inside. She felt shy even though she’d had his cock in her mouth less than twenty-four hours ago.

“About time you showed up.” He leaned against the door frame smiling at her. She’d never seen him so happy.