Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

Having her here, in the shop, beneath a car… fuck. I wanted to grab her, hug her and never let go. Yes, hug. Sweet and curious. Inquisitive and adventurous.

“I’m surprised with three brothers you never learned this,” I said.

I’d set the tools I needed on the side of the truck within reach, grabbed the big wrench to undo the bottom bolt.

“My dad made the boys do it for me. I let them because it wasn’t very exciting. I admit, lately I’ve pulled the girl card so they’d continue. Now… well, now I want to learn. From you.”

She was being earnest, not saying the words to get in my pants. I wasn’t that much of a catch, but there’d been many women who wanted to be with a guy who got their hands dirty. A blue collar fuck was sexy to some.

“It still won’t be very exciting, but let’s get her done.”

Done, so we could do other things. Having her lying beside me would be ideal, without a truck on top of us or in clothes.

So I showed her. One step at a time and she watched, listened and did as instructed. I only helped her with the wrench since the bottom bolt was really tight. We moved out of the way, setting the drip pan in place, then taking off the bolt all the way so the old oil could drain out. After, she worked the bolt back in place and I helped her tighten it once again.

Then, Bennett had tugged on her ankles, pulled her out from beneath and helped her up. She added her own oil, even tested it by pulling out the dipstick.

“That’s not too hard,” she said when I dropped the hood. She had a slight smear of grease on her cheek and Bennett reached out, rubbed it off with his thumb. Her gaze lifted to his. “Thanks.”

He leaned down, kissed her. She reached for him, then remembered her hands which were covered in grease and oil and pulled back. She stepped away and grinned, tugged the gloves off.

I showed her to the utility sink, pumped a little bit of the degreaser soap into her palm. She washed and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser.

“He gets a kiss? I did all the work,” I said, quickly washing my hands, too. While my tone was playful, I was serious. Why did Bennett get a kiss? I wasn’t jealous of them together, not at all. In fact, the opposite. While I wanted this to be a forever thing, I doubted it could be. Not when she found out the truth. I would never harm her, not one fucking hair on her head. Still, she needed someone like Bennett, and seeing them kiss only eased my mind that she’d be taken care of. A good guy, money, security. Everything a woman like Julia needed. Like she deserved.

“You get a kiss, too. You’re a very good teacher.” Once my hands were dry and I’d tossed the paper towel in the trash can, she lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Warm. Soft. And, fuck, included a flick of her tongue.

I picked her up, walked forward until I got to the counter that lined one wall of the shop and lifted her up so she sat on top. I leaned my forehead against hers. “There. That’s better.” I shifted my hips so her knees parted, making room for me. Her knees rested on either side of my waist and at this height, her pussy was pressed up against my hard-on, with, unfortunately, several layers of clothes in the way. There was no doubt she felt how hard I was. How thick. I wanted to be buried so deep in her we’d both forget our names. I wanted to thrust deep, fill her, mark her and make her mine. It had started when she’d opened the door and thought we were strippers.

Phone sex only primed my balls for her. I’d come all over my hand, my belly the night before. This time, I’d be buried deep.

But first, another kiss.

7

JULIA

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I was sitting on a counter in the back of Carter’s Auto Shop making out with two guys. Me! I felt oddly powerful. They’d fed me, amused me, didn’t even complain when I said I wanted to change my truck’s oil. Ava was going to kill me when she found out that was what I wanted to do on a date with two hot men.

But I’d gotten nervous at the diner. I wanted to take them both to bed, but my bald spot was a very tender reminder of what they’d see if we did end up there. I’d worn a dress because the idea of snug jeans rubbing me was awful. So I’d come up with the off-the-wall idea.

But now, we were alone in a quiet place. Alone. Kissing. And I knew what kissing led to.

I knew what I wanted kissing to lead to. With Bennett and Cash, I felt… different than with previous guys. Desirable. Attractive. Not broken. My pussy was wet, my nipples hard. I was eager. Almost frantic even, for more. Absolutely nothing like when I’d been with Frank.

Frank could eat shit and die.

I was kissing Cash and he was right there between my legs. I felt him, hard and thick pressing against me. He was huge big and the way his hips flexed, I knew he knew how to use it. The greasy scent of machinery filled the air, but I also smelled oranges. Now I knew it was the soap and why the citrus aroma clung to him.

I reached up and cupped his jaw, felt the softness of his beard beneath my fingers. I heard the slide of the zipper, and I lowered my hands so he could work it down and off my arms.

His tongue met mine. Played, took. I couldn’t help but moan and lift my hands to the back of his neck, holding him close.

Fingers were on the buttons of my dress. One, then another, then another opened until the top was loose. Only then did he lift his head, look down.

I might die of embarrassment if they saw my pussy right now, but I refused to let them see me in basic underwear. I liked sexy lingerie, and I needed all the self-confidence boosting I could get.