Page 7 of Grumpy Mechanic

I like Maddie's suggestion and decide to make my way downstairs after taking a glance at her hard nipples that are just begging for my mouth. I'd rather be safe than sorry, so making sure there won't be a gigantic mess to clean up after the rain is the priority over making Maddie come all over me.

We take our time moving around the house to check every possible spot where there could be a leak. Maddie points out one spot and then another, showing me where her expertise in renovating homes comes in handy. Once we're certain there's no water pouring in through any unknown holes, we make our way into the kitchen to get to the backyard.

The storm has more wind than rain at this point.

"You should wait inside," I tell her over the bustling gusts. Wind, leaves, and small branches are whipping around mercilessly as Maddie continues to follow me around the side of the house. I can only hope to get a better view of my bedroom since there are a few trees blocking my line of sight.

"Are you sure? Do you know what you're looking for?" she asks.

"I have a feeling I'll know when I see it."

She doesn't fight me the same way she did earlier and heads into the house just as the storm picks back up. I let out a sigh of relief, but my relief is short-lived. There's a blockage of leaves from a runoff where two sides of the roof meet in a valley.

The roof rafters were altered years ago to give more height to the attic, but my parents never followed through with opening the small area into a livable space. A steady stream of water trailing around the leafy pile up, spilling water on top of my bedroom window's shutter like a leaking faucet.

"Fuck." Frustration completely overtakes whatever lingering desires I have. This house is one problem after the next. My mind wanders to the sexy realtor waiting for me inside. Maybe, just to get an idea of my options, I can have her evaluate what needs to be done around here to get it market-ready.

However, the second the image of an open house flashes across my mind, my heart rips with regret. I never want to sell the house unless my mother's okay with letting the place go. There are so many memories of our family here, and a part of me always thought this house would stay in our family forever.

My heart beats rapidly as rain starts to fall heavier and the winds speed up. The storm's not done with our little town just yet. My gaze turns toward the sky just beyond the back fence. There's nothing but a vast acreage of tall grass and bushes between my property and the next. I can just make out a shallow trail through it that Maddie must have followed to get here. It lets me know that I have a lot of work to do.

Lightning flashes across the night sky and the wind hoists up a heavy branch from just outside the yard. The branch continues to fly around before crashing into a smaller tree closer to the kitchen door. The collision breaks the small tree down the center, which is probably rotten, and I just didn't know it.

The sound of the tree crashing in front of the back door breaks through my grief and ignites my anger. But rage melts away the moment I hear Maddie's voice.

"Chase! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I call back to her. "I'm fine. Are you all right? Did that tree burst through the door or windows?"

"No, but you're probably going to need a backhoe to move it out of the way. Come back inside. It's starting to come down harder."

"You can meet me in the front to let me inside."

In the few minutes it takes me to run around the side of the house, every inch of my clothes is dripping wet. Maddieswings the front door open, her eyes wide and a soft shade of pink blooming across her cheeks. She can't stop herself from continuously glancing down at my crotch, which finally draws my own gaze down there.

The water's left my dick print on full display under my shallow flannel pajamas. A smile spreads across my face as I step into the house, water splashing off my feet.

"You should really get out of those clothes before you catch your death," Maddie says, concern etched on her beautiful features.

I heed her warning immediately, schlepping out of my wet shirt, pants, and boxers right there in the entryway. Water trickles down my frame as I close the door behind me. I catch her biting the corner of her bottom lip and taking a gingerly step back.

Maddie giggles but doesn't shy away from locking eyes with me. "If you think you can play chicken with me, Chase, you're going to lose."

"Is that so?" I run my fingers through my drenched hair. There's a playfulness in her eyes as she raises a single eyebrow. It's a reflex to flick my hair out of my face but unintentionally get a few drops on her shirt. "Looks like you're wet now, too. You should get out of that before you catch your death."

Maddie doesn't hesitate as she sheds her shirt to reveal her perky, light-beige nipples. My breath stutters in my chest. Not only does she have my pulse racing, but every drop of blood surging through my body travels to my cock. It's getting harder and harder.

To my surprise, Maddie reaches for my erection, gripping it tightly with a grin. "I told you this isn't a game you can win. This doesn't scare me."

"It shouldn't scare you," I tell her with a smirk.

"Even if it did, I like to tackle my fears face to face."

Maddie strokes my shaft slowly at first, pulling and rubbing gently in a way to lead me into the living room. Not one to be outdone, I slip my hand under her waistband to find the apex between her thighs.

The delicate stroke of my finger between her slits has Maddie closing her eyes, moaning before she releases her grip to sit on the couch and stare my cock in the eye. Face to face, indeed. I hate having to let her pussy go, but she's in control, and I'm all for it.

The light above us shows the sheen of her wet lips and tongue as she grins and kisses the tip. The moment her tongue wraps around it, my head tilts back, and my hands find the back of her head. Strands of her silky hair slip between my fingers as Maddie attempts to swallow every inch of my growing erection.

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