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She does and I grab her hand that is wrapped around the wrench. Pulling her almost flush against me. Her breathing is picking up, and fuck, so is my pulse. Her small, soft hand feels so good beneath mine. Her tits press against me, and it makes me want to do things I shouldn’t. Very dirty things.
“Brett?” she asks, breaking this weird ass world I just slipped into.
Letting go, I step back. “Sorry. Thanks.”
Thankfully, the weird moments we shared today disappears and we finish the water pump. Closing the hood, I start cleaning up.
“Thanks for letting me come today. It was really great,” she says, helping me clean up.
“Yeah, it really was. Surprisingly, you do know your shit,” I say, putting my tools away.
“How about I stop at the store and pick up some food and make us dinner. You know, my way of thanking you for letting me help out with this,” she suggests.
Make me dinner? No, fuck no. That’s too much like a relationship or something. Not to mention I jerked off thinking about her. The thought still fresh enough to make good on it. “How about we go out for a few drinks instead? Maybe it will work out and we’ll both leave with someone.”
“Yeah, that works too. I just need to shower and eat something first,” she says.
“Cool. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
It was an awesome day, better than I thought it would be. But no way am I down with her making me dinner. That’s how it starts. Dinner, hanging out, fucking and I’ll walk away. I do need to fuck someone though, just not her. My dick is going to fall off from not being used. That shit happens, it’s a known fact. If you don’t use it, you lose it. I’m not about to lose my cock. So tonight, he’s getting used. One way or another.
