Page 20 of Saved By The Mechanic

“Good, now be quiet for me, angel.”

Her pussy ripples around my cock as I drive faster and harder into her wet sex, marking this girl as mine with every thrust. Her cries are muffled behind my palm as I fuck her fast and raw, my movements bordering on brutal, but I can’t stop. And with the way her body responds to me, I can tell she doesn’t want me to either.

Mine!

I fist my hand in her hair and tug as I rut her into the desk, pumping my cock into her until her thighs begin to shake and her breathing grows shot. She comes with a sob, one that slips out even with my hand firmly on her mouth. Her pussy cinches hard around my cock as a tremble racks her body. I slam into her, feeling my orgasm at the base of my spine and in my aching balls.

“Fuuuck!”

I have to bury my face in her neck to mute my roar as I spill ropes of hot cum into her womb, my abs clenching and releasing as I empty my balls into her. My heart beats hard against my chest, my breathing labored as I thrust slowly into her sex, drawing out our orgasms, and all I can think of is . . .finally. After all these years of meaningless sex, I’ve finally found someone where my heart doesn’t feel empty afterward. Instead, it feels like coming home. In every sense of the word.

“You’re mine,” I say hoarsely, pressing my lips to her shoulder and leaving them there for a minute, breathing in my body wash on her skin. On her, it smells different. Everything with her is perfect.

Penny grabs my hand and pulls it from her mouth, panting when I let her go. She turns her head slightly to the side, and her beautiful green eyes lock on mine. “Did I do okay?”

I raise a brow at her question. “What do you mean?”

Her cheeks are already flushed, but they turn a deeper shade of red now. “Y-you know, with, um . . . with the thing.”

It takes me a moment to make sense of what she is talking about, and when I do, a wicked grin takes over my face. “You mean the blowjob.”

She nods, looking away, but I grab her chin and force her eyes back on mine. “You were perfect,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her, but it’s more a brush of lips than anything. Still, it’s intimate, and it leaves my heart aching with affection for this girl. “Everything you do is perfect.”

We stay that way for a long time, our gazes locked on each other, until it’s broken by a knock at the door. I look up, thankful that whoever’s on the other side of the door didn’t just walk in, or they would have caught us in a compromising position.

I straighten and tuck myself back in my jeans before helping Penny clean up with the tissues in the office. I toss them into the trashcan and help her slide back into my shirt. She straightens her hair as I walk to the door, unsurprised to find Ralph on the other side, except he appears more serious than I’ve ever seen him.

“Ralph, what’s going on?” I ask, shielding Penny with my body when he attempts to look past my shoulder and into the office that smells of sex.

“Boss, your brother is here,” he says.

“Just tell him I’ll be there in a few, and we can talk about his truck.”

I go to close the door, but Ralph’s hand stops me. “You don’t understand, boss. He didn’t come alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“He arrived seconds before the cops did. They are looking for Miss Moore,” he says, his eyes crossing over my shoulder once more. “They’re here to arrest her.

Chapter Eight

Penny

This is not how I imagined meeting my boyfriend’s family, with my hands cuffed, sitting at a police station.

“Miss Moore, my name is Wilson Hile. I’m Ray’s older brother.”

I nod. I remember him. He was there when the cops arrested me. He and four other guys had to physically hold Ray back to stop him from attacking the cop who slapped the handcuffs on me. Even the threats of arrest did nothing to calm the man down.

Unlike my hot mechanic with his long wild hair and strong personality, Wilson is the complete opposite. His short hair is neatly combed and styled, not a strand out of place, and he is wearing a two-piece suit that looks like it cost a fortune. His eyes are blue, like his brother’s, but icier. There is something terrifyingly cold about Ray’s brother, and it sends a chill rushing down my body and not in a good way.

Not in the way Ray does.

Even without knowing this man, I can tell he’s dangerous, but since he’s Ray’s brother, I decide to trust him.

I slide my hands into the sleeves of Ray’s shirt and imagine it’s him hugging me. Christ, I want to see him. Will I ever see him again?

“They’re sending me to jail, right?” I ask Wilson, horrified by the idea. “How many years do you think I’ll be in for? Ten?”

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