Page 25 of Quickies

The first alpha glanced at my father’s newest convertible and grimaced. “Oh no. How could anyone hurt that pretty baby?”

“This is not the ER,” the second one told me. “We’re fucking closed. Get lost.”

“C’mon, Lee,” the third one said. “No need to be harsh to the boy.”

The angry one’s name was Lee. Good to know. He was the hottest of the three, pure alpha with the highest level of macho energy, but he had surprisingly clever eyes. Fuck, an alpha like that could make me come just by scowling at me long enough… Or maybe it was my daddy complex talking. Stupidly, I’d always been most attracted to the guys who treated me in the worst ways.

Lee put his hands on his trim, jean-clad hips and glared at his pal. “Some spoiled rich kid scratches his dad’s toy car, and suddenly we’re working nights?”

I took a step forward, lifting my chin. I wasn’t letting the he-man intimidate me. And how the hell did he know the car was my father’s?Fucker. “I didn’t scratch it. Some asshole backed into my front door where I was neatly and legally parked.”

“That’s a shame,” Lee said, tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’d tell you to come back on Monday, but we’re fully booked three weeks in advance. Bye-bye.”

Shit. If I didn’t convince these guys to help me, Father was going to kill me. Actually, death would be merciful. He’d shame me, mock me, and most probably kick me out on the street. I decided to up my game. “I need it by morning. I’ll pay you double.”

The first alpha lifted his eyebrows. “That’s a generous offer, isn’t it, Dave?”

So the short, beefy one was Dave. “Very generous.” He ambled closer. Was he scenting me?Yep. That had been an obvious sniff.

Well, if that was what it would take… Desperate times, desperate measures. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d blown a guy to get what I wanted, and probably not the last time either.

“Forget it,” Lee barked. “Tom, back off.”

I ignored Lee as I licked my lips. My eyes were on Tom, the first guy, who inched forward. “You have great reviews online. I bet you can have that door done in no time.”

Tom’s smile grew predatory. “Not like we have anything important to do but beers and cards, huh?”

“See?” I pitched my voice low while I dragged my gaze to Tom’s sizable bulge and slowly up his impressive torso. “If you help me out, I can make your night more interesting.”

Tom hummed, eyes crinkling at the corners, and Dave leaned closer, bracing his hand on the shelf just by my shoulder.

“And how would you do that, sweetie?”

Yep, I had them. “With my mouth on your cock, tough guy.”

Dave groaned, and suddenly, I had his hand kneading my ass cheek.

Lee threw his arms in the air. “For fuck’s sake, guys!”

I gave him my bitchiest sneer. “Envious? If you can unwind enough to get it up, I’ll blow you too.”

His look made my chest constrict with fear while my hole ached with emptiness. He was only getting hotter the angrier he became.

Tom laughed, then palmed his jean-clad cock. “He’s cuteandfeisty. Sorry, Lee. I’m inclined to say yes.”

“The boss will get over himself in a bit,” Dave said. “You got yourself a deal, pretty boy. You’re still gonna pay us for the job, though.”

I smirked. “Of course. Work is for money. Sucking you is for pleasure.”

It wasn’t a lie because their musk was already doing things to me. Rather nice things. I’d never fucked a working-class man; it could become a fun new experience.

I gave a fleeting thought to the open garage door. The neighborhood seemed deserted. If someone walked by and saw us, they would only have themselves to blame.

I bit the corner of my lower lip, and with my gaze flickering between Tom and Dave, I slowly slid to my knees.

“What are you waiting for?”

Dave was faster. He unzipped and stroked his gloriously chubby dick, getting hard in seconds. I licked the head, and Tom’s long cock poked my cheek.

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