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“Jack, Jack, we have to stop,” she groaned as she tugged me closer. I moved up her body, my lips finding hers again as I slid my hand inside her pants.

“I know, I will,” I whispered against her ear as my fingers felt the dampness between her legs. “As soon as you come.”

I slid two fingers side her, thrusting deeply, then pulled them out to rub circles around her clit. I repeated this several times as Ava thrashed her head on the pillow and thrust her hips mindlessly in tempo with my hand.

“You are so fucking sexy, Ava,” I whispered against her mouth, beside myself with lust. “I can’t wait until it’s my cock in you, making you hot, making you scream.”

Normally I liked to draw it out, make her desperate to come, but I knew we didn’t have time for that. I increased the rhythm of my fingers, whispering softly in her ear what I was going to do to her when we got back to my place.

At my words, her back bowed and her thighs squeezed around my thrusting hand as she gasped in pleasure. I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her, her face flushed with the pleasure I had given her, her mouth swollen from my kisses, her body writhing with the ecstasy she’d found in my touch.

I removed my hand from her pants and, unable to resist, pulled the neckline of her shirt aside and found myself sucking and biting on her soft skin, marking her. I was overwhelmed by these primal urges I’d never experienced before.

“Oh my god, Jack, I can’t believe you did that,” Ava rasped.

“Which? The hickey or the orgasm?”

“Both!” Ava exclaimed, still lying motionless on her back.

“Ava!” Will’s voice hollered up the stairs. “Send Jack to the garage. His time is up!”

Ava jumped as if jolted with a live-wire. I laughed as she hopped off the bed and ran to the mirror to assess any damage I may have done to her appearance. However, I wasn’t laughing as I stood behind her rearranging the hard-on in my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, Ava,” I murmured as I leaned down and kissed the skin between her neck and shoulder. She shivered but quickly turned and pushed me back with her hand on my chest.

“Okay, you’re deadly. I can’t believe I let you touch me when my parents are right downstairs.”

I grinned and grabbed her wrist to pull her toward me.

“Believe me, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just touch you,” I said hotly. Before I got carried away, I kissed her on the nose and walked down to meet her dad in the garage.

*****

“You hear that rocker arm knock?” Will asked from behind the wheel of his car.

I leaned over Ava’s father’s Trans Am, shocked at how much I was enjoying myself. Considering how pissed off I was about my car this morning, this day turned out pretty fucking great. I came in the garage to check out Will’s car, and now he was explaining his next major repair.

“Yeah, those heads gotta go. Looks like it’s the right side,” I murmured back to Will.

“Maybe you can come back and give me hand. It’s a real bitch of a job.”

I nodded my head. “Sure, no problem.”

He gave me a grateful smile. “Sure is nice to talk cars again. Haven’t met many guys around here who are interested.”

“In this neighborhood? I can’t say I’m surprised. Around here, most guys barely know how to put gas in their cars. I think they still weep for full service gas stations.”

Will chuckled as he walked back over to look at the engine with me. “Damn, this repair is going to set me back a pretty penny.”

“You know Lisowski’s?”

He furrowed his brow. “Lisowski’s Auto Shop?”

“Yeah. I’ve known Buck, the owner, for years. Tell him I know you and he’ll probably give you a pretty good discount.”

Will was grinning from ear to ear, but before he could respond the door the led to the house opened and Ava stood there with her arms crossed. “Hey, Dad, you think you can spare Jack for a while?” she asked with light-hearted sarcasm.

Will pretended to look thoughtful. “I suppose. As long as he promises to come back and help me with my engine.”

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