Page 18 of The Mechanic's Secret Santa

“I’m a mechanic, Meg. Don’t you think I know how to shift gears when necessary?” I line my cock at her entrance and lean forward. I reach around her waist to find her button.

“You just compared my cookie to a transmission, and yet, it’s somehow turning me on.” She groans, as though it’s annoying. But secretly, I know she loves it.

“It’llalwaysbe a cookie.Mycookie.” To prove my point, I crouch down and drag my tongue through her folds once, tempted to change course. Tonight, after dinner is over and we’re alone again, I’ll feast on her pussy. But right now, my cock has been throbbing with want all day, needing to be inside her. To claim her again.

In one quick motion, I’m back on my feet and plunged inside her.

Meg lifts up on tiptoe as she lets out the cutest fucking series of high-pitched moans. I play her clit like a fiddle as I pound into her pussy from behind. She comes apart quickly, convulsing on my dick. Giving me permission to drain my cock inside her now that she’s come first.

“God, I’m glad we got that tree decorated,” she groans over the back of the couch, wearing a sated smile.

“Why don’t you put on some Christmas music while I clean up? Laptop’s hooked up to Bluetooth.”

I grab a fast shower, already plotting for Meg to join me next time. As I’m getting dressed, I realize I don’t hear any Christmas music. Weird. I thought I charged my laptop. Maybe the Bluetooth speaker is dead.

But when I step out into the living room, I’m met with Meg’s narrowed gaze. She looks as pissed as I’ve ever seen her.

“What isthis?” She spins the laptop around, revealing an email from Benson Motorsports.

“It’s a job offer,” I answer honestly.

She folds her arms over her chest. Unshed tears are shiny in her eyes. “Were you going to tell me you were leaving before or after Christmas?”

“Meg, it’s not what you think.”

“That’s what they always say.”

I don’t care for the way she lumps me in with some unknown group of assholes.

“I thought I couldtrustyou.”

“Trustme?You don’t even trust yourself, Meg. If you did, you’d tell your mom the truth. You’d be as excited to share your plans for the online bakery with her as you were with me.”

“Thisis why you’re myfakeboyfriend and not my real one.”

“Should I come back, or?” Kendra stands in the doorway holding a covered baking dish and a couple of gift bags looped over her arms, looking as uncomfortable as I suddenly feel. I forgot that I gave her the code for the exterior door and told her to let herself in.

“Are youhappy?” Meg hisses as she pushes past me then Kendra. “You’ve ruined Christmas.”

I rub a hand into the back of my neck, wondering how, after days of things being great, I managed to fuck everything up in only a few minutes. “I should go after her,” I say to Kendra.

“Yes, you should,” she says, setting the baking dish on the kitchen counter and gift bags on the floor. “But let me talk to her first, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

She pats my arm fondly. “I’m Team Aaron too. Just so you know.”

I give Kendra a few minutes head start, hoping like hell that when this night is over, Meg will still beTeam Aaron. Because I feel like I might need a fucking Christmas miracle to fix this now.

Chapter Eleven

MEG

Like an idiot, I marched out of Aaron’s apartment without my coat or car keys. As heated as I am about Aaron hiding his job offer from me, it’s not enough to keep me warm in this chilly Christmas Eve air.

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