Page 12 of Mechanic Daddy's Girl
Ididn’t spend the night with Callie, though I wanted to. We stayed on the couch, watching the terrible horror movie and making out. But I didn’t go because she wanted me to leave, nor because of some sense of honor to keep this light until we make things official.
I went home because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if I stayed. It was hard enough with Callie sprawled out on the sofa, half-naked and smiling from her first experience.
I couldn’t risk it. Not then, but now? Everything’s different.
I’m up, brighter and earlier than I’m used to, sweating over my rusty Trans-Am’s busted engine. But it’s not from the heat. Not this time.
Images of that night flash across my mind. How I threw myself into the moment, into her, while the world around me melted. The perfection of her curvy body, stripped naked in front of me. The sweet taste of her pussy against my tongue. How fuckinghard it was to stop myself from stealing her virginity then and there.
Callie wanted me to do it, too. Her mention of virginity wasn’t out of fear; she was letting me in on her little secret. ThatDaddy’sgoing to have her first, and if things go the way I want them to, the only person who ever will.
Before I spiral too far into my thoughts, I finally hear what I’ve been waiting for all morning. Footsteps above my head. She’s awake, and I’m not gonna wait around burning sunlight to see her again.
Throwing my tools into a box at my side, I shut the Trans-Am’s hood and make my way up the metal stairs to the apartment’s front door. Taking a moment to compose myself, I drag my forearm across my forehead to lessen the waterfall flowing down my brow before I step inside.
I unlock the door with my spare key. Callie knows I’ve got it from my daily check-in to make sure she’s okay. Each one coming with a warm smile and those flutteryfuck-meeyes.
I step inside and scan the room, but she isn’t around.
“Callie?” I call, but the sound of running water from the bathroom, and her singing along to some girly-pop song blocks me out. And even as she misses the notes and fumbles the words, I smile.
Man, I could get used to this, and that’s the problem. As much fun as we’re having, it can’t last forever. I’ll fix her car at some point, and she’ll venture back into the great big world.
Cut it out. Worry about that when you get there.
Unless she munched down on stale pizza we left on the coffee table, I doubt she’s had breakfast. Good. Means I can be the one to bring her breakfast, show her the world I can put on offer for her, help it sink in that she’s already mine.
Heading into the kitchenette, I grab a pack of bacon and four eggs from the fridge and a pan from a cupboard next to the stove. I slice up a few tomatoes and onions for a relish to go alongside the protein before chucking a few slices of bread in the toaster.
And it all goes according to plan until I hear her voice. “What the hell?”
Those three words send a chill up my spine. It was bold of me to invite myself in, even if she knows about my key, but I didn’t expect her to react poorly.
Snapping my gaze in her direction, I realize she isn’t upset in the slightest. Her face is glowing with excitement, maybe even a little astonishment, that I’m here. I guess her surprised statement came from seeing me in the kitchen.
The best part about it is seeing her dressed in nothing but that smile and a towel that rides so far up her thighs, I can almost see everything. God, if a window was open, a gentle breeze could make it fall off, and that would truly be the perfect start to my morning.
“Thought you could use a treat.”
“I can. And it’s not that I’m complaining, big fella,” she teases me, though that’s totally understandable. I’m pretty much frozen in place with my eyes glued to her legs. “But my eyes are up here.”
Shaking my head out of the daze her body puts me in, I lock eyes with her. “And they’re just as stunning as ever.” Cheesy, playful, trying to match Callie’s energy when I have no idea what I’m doing.
But the compliment works well enough for heat to creep up her neck and settle on her cheeks.
“Might sound silly, but you got plans for the day?” I get back to cooking, using it as a distraction from my galloping mind.
“Big day planned here. I’ll be fluttering around, lazing on the couch and…” She rests a finger on her cheek and tilts her eyes to the ceiling as if deep in thought. “Who could forget the most important part? Daydreaming about you.” She crinkles her nose. “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve gotta head into town for some supplies, a few car parts, and grub for Cinnamon. Wanted to ask if you’d like to join?” And as I turn to see her over my shoulder, it hits me.
How easy it would be to build a life together. Making moments like this an everyday affair. Not just heat-of-the-moment touches or spontaneous kisses, but indulging and enjoying the little things. Breakfast in bed, going to the store, holding hands while we walk through the street, and hearing her sing while I work.
Christ, maybe I’ll be the one daydreaming all day.
“You’re telling me this isn’t the whole town?” Her eyes widen.
My brow furrows, and I shake my head. “Nah, this is the outskirts. We’re technically in Meadowview, but there’s an actual town with a little more life.”
