Page 17 of Rowdy and Willing

“No. That’s just basic maintenance. Even if you don’t do everything Mommy and Daddy do, knowing how to do that will help you down the line.”

“I see that class is in session,” Williams says as he comes out into the garage.

“She should at least know how to change the oil. Can we really call ourselves mechanics if our daughter doesn’t know how to do that herself?”

“She should know how to change a tire too. Just the basics if nothing else. We’ll teach you how to change a timing belt if you really want to, Winter.”

Winter felt like an appropriate name. She was born on the winter solstice, in the middle of a blizzard. She’s got my dark hair and her father’s steely eyes.

“Is the pizza here, Daddy?”

“Yes, that’s what I was coming out to tell you before I was distracted by how beautiful you two were.”

I just shake my head, forever charmed by him.

He kneels down to meet Winter at her level. “You need to wash your hands though. They’re covered with oil and grease. You don’t want that mixed in with your pizza.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He hoists her up and carries her into the house and to the kitchen sink. He gets the water hot.

“When you deal with stuff like this, you want to wash your hands really good, because all the oil and gunk really sinks in. It’s hard to get out sometimes, so you gotta scrub, and scrub hard if you want to get the scent out. Trust me, you don’t want to taste this stuff. It’ll ruin your pizza.”

“This hard?”

“Gotta scrub harder. I’ll help you, my little bumpkin.”

He’s taken to fatherhood so well. I’m smitten just watching him interact with her. I was already deeply in love with Williams. I always have been. But as the years pass and we’ve become somehow even closer? I have to say I love him even more. It shouldn’t be possible, but he always seems to find a way to make me fall harder.

We have a fantastic little pizza night. He got me spicy hot wings, my favorite. Winter says they’re too hot for her, and says I can have them all to myself. How sweet of her. We gather for a movie afterwards, and enjoy all of it. It’s Tuesday, the one day of the week both Williams and I take off so all of us can come together as a family.

The two of us have taken over both Burly’s garage and my father’s auto parts store. With our profits from our oil applicator we bought out the garage. The owner, who had inherited it from his father, wasn’t all that broken up about it. He was doing it out of sheer obligation to family rather than a love of machines like Williams and I have.

So we’ve become Burly’s one-stop shop for all of its auto needs. We work on tractors, cars, semis that are passing through, and everything else. And we keep learning too. More and more cars are becoming electric, and we want to be on top of it, able to take care of anyone who comes to our garage asking for help.

I still get a kick when people come in for the first time and I come out to help them. I’ve never looked like what people think of when they think of a mechanic, but when their vehicle rolls back out right as rain? I make them a believer all the same.

Tuesday is still a school night, and it’s not long until Winter is out like a light. Williams picks her up and carries her sleeping self up to her room, tucks her in, and kisses her on the forehead. He steps out, closes the door lightly, and leaves her sleeping soundly.

We head to our bedroom, as we usually do, ready to turn in for the night ourselves.

But I want a little something more tonight.

As he sits down on the bed and starts to remove his shirt, I pounce. I straddle him, pulling my shirt up and over my head and planting a kiss right on his lips.

He purrs with appreciation, his hands running up my form. I always yearn for his touch, and he’s always happy to give it to me. I scramble to pull his belt off, and kick his jeans down his legs.

“You really want me tonight, don’t you?”

“When don’t I want you, Williams? If I could have you every second of every day, I would.”

“That you can’t is one of life’s greatest cruelties.”

We scramble to strip one another, never wanting to separate. Soon there’s heaps of clothes all around us and we’re left in only our underwear.

From beneath me he reaches up and takes hold of my tits, working them through the bra. Working with your hands has its benefits. We both know just how to touch one another, be it a tit or a cock, we’ve got the magic touch.

He unhooks my bra, letting my breasts fall free for him, taking full advantage of their exposure. Rolling my nipple under his touch, sparks of delight shoot through me as I lean over and let his lips latch onto me. A rough yet potent sucking makes those sparks soar through me and leaves me delightfully laughing as he shows the rest of me such care and attention.

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