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SHEP
I was losing my shit.I spent the afternoon trying not to get hard every time I picked up Frankie’s scent around the shop. It wasn’t lemons like Saturday night, but something equally erotic. Shampoo, maybe. Every time I turned around, there she was. Bent over the engine of a car. Rushing to help her lift a heavy tire over her head. Her smiling at a customer. Her asking where a tool was. Her listening and watching as I showed her how to do something.
Her. Her. Her.
My dick had been hard all fucking day. I’d done what Colt said and took her to lunch. That had beenan easy decision when I found her eating a dumb-ass muffin. She needed something more substantial like a hamburger and onion rings to get her through the day.
Oh, and I had to watch her lick salt off her fingers at the diner.
Lick. Her. Fingers.
I had something for her to lick.
But no. NO.
I was dying to know why she’d sold her virginity to a stranger, but when she asked me the reverse, why I paid for a virgin, I hadn’t wanted to answer. Hadn’t wanted to admit I’d done it to protect her from the others. Because I wanted to be the one and only one to claim her. Because she was fucking mine and the money was meaningless.
But even if I admitted to all that, she was still my employee and she deserved a work environment that didn’t include me fucking her over the hood of a car like in some heavy metal rock video. On her back, legs spread, or hell yeah, maybe bent over the glossy finish.
At one low point, I saw the car creeper, the wheeled platform I laid when working beneath a car, and my mind went filthy. Imagining Frankie naked on it as I used the thing to roll her on and off my dick.
I’d had to go into the tiny bathroom, not once, but twice over the afternoon and rub one out. My coverallsopen, dick out, using a rag to catch all the cum I wanted deep inside of her.
I’d never been so crazed for a woman before. So I kept my mouth shut.
Kept it in my pants–at least in her presence.
Was the perfect boss.
And was losing my fucking mind.
That was why I’d gone to my parents’ house for dinner. I needed the chaos of my huge ass family to make me forget Frankie.
Except all it did was accentuate all that I wanted now. A woman of my own. A ring on her finger. And, yup, a fucking baby in her belly because I couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d feel dripping all over my dick as I took her bare and filled her with a huge load of my cum. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Colt had bet I wouldn’t make it three days. I was barely making it one.
17
FRANKIE
Even though Iwas all alone in the auto repair shop, I closed the bathroom door behind me when I went in there to pee out of habit. It was small, like the size of a powder room in someone’s house. It was just a toilet and a wall mounted sink. There was a mirror above it with a motor oil company sticker in the top corner that looked like it’d been there for a few decades. The seat was up, a reminder that this space had probably only been for guys for… well, ever. I wasn’t sure how long Shep owned the business, but the building had to be older than him. It wasn’t dirty, but it wasn’t clean either. Didn’t matter. It was warm, dry, and safe.
I peed, then brushed my teeth, having already changed into cozy sweats and hoodie at the rec center. I came out, turned off the light, ready to climb into my car and sleep. Or try to. It was early, but I didn’t have anything to do but try.
“Hello, Frankie.”
I screamed and on instinct, threw my toothpaste at the voice.
There, leaning against the workbench that ran the length of the wall, was a man who now held my minty weapon. I could only see his silhouette from the street light through the bay doors. He was big. Had on a hat.
“Nice throw.”
I snatched a wrench off the counter and held it up. I had a weapon, but the place was loaded with tools that he could grab and use to harm me. Now being alone didn’t seem like a good idea and the shop was creepy and dangerous.
“I’m Colt. Shep’s brother.”
My heart was beating so fast I was probably going to go into cardiac arrest. I couldn’t speak and I was shaking like a leaf.
