Page 12 of The Mechanic's Virgin

BANG!

The downstairs door slams open.

We both freeze.

“Yo, Nash! You here?” a male voice calls out. “Gotta talk to you!”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Male footsteps approach, and I quickly roll back and snatch the bedsheets over my body as Nash whirls toward the door, anger raging in his eyes.

“Don’t come in!” he roars.

The footsteps stop, but there’s muttering going on down there. Something is up. “We gotta talk to you, man! It’s important!”

“Not now!”Nash bellows back, his voice filled with fire. “Gimme a second. Wait outside!”

There’s a pause, then the door opens and closes again.

We sit in silence, my heart racing. I’ve just been pulled to the edge of an experience I’ve never had before, and now that experience has just been turned into an enormous tease.

Nash turns back to me, still rock hard, breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry,” he snarls. “If anybody interrupts us again, I’ll burn this whole damn town to the ground.”

I giggle, but he just blinks back at me.

“You think I’m joking?”

I shrug. “A little.”

He leans over me, his massive arms framing me like two marble pillars on either side. “You think it’s funny that I’m cockblocked trying to claim you?”

I shake my head, blushing. I’m not used to this kind of praise and attention. “No…”

He leans in closer, grips my jaw with a rough hand, and kisses me with so much passion I nearly pass out.

“Good. I have to go right now, Grace,” he tells me, clearly furious. “Whatever my guys want, it’s important enough that they drove over here. And I have a feeling…I have a feeling I know what it’s about.”

A look comes over his face–a look like something has just sucked some of the vigor from his soul, leaving him deflated and lost.

“Nash, are you–?”

“The next time I see you,” he says quickly, “every last inchof this body will be mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, buzzing with anticipation, trying to come to grips with the fact that I won’t be losing my virginity like I thought I was.

We kiss, and his lips are slow and possessive, as if promising everything he didn’t get to do to me tonight. And when he pulls back, I see his eyes burning.

“Next time,” he swears. “There will be no stopping. Next time,you’re mine.”

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NASH

My heart is pounding harderthan when I first saw Grace step out of her Rolls back at the shop. Blood courses through my veins like fire.

What a fucking time to be interrupted. Is this a cosmic joke being played on me?

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