Page 31 of Secret Squirrel

I cleared my throat, trying to shift away from her hand. “Uh…I’ll have to see—”

But I didn’t get to finish my thought. She was already bent over the seat, unzipping my jeans, and taking me in her mouth. I nearly swerved off the road and crashed. I tried to argue with myself that this was wrong, but…well, she had her mouth on my cock.

“Carly—” I choked out. Even though I basically regretted ever letting her into my life, I found it impossible to turn her away. She was good in bed. Unfortunately, she knew it and weaponized it.

I barely made it to the diner without crashing. And when she sat up and wiped her mouth, guilt crashed over me in a giant wave. It was a feeling I was unfamiliar with, but my desire for Rae was all consuming. How could I get blow jobs from Carly and then insist that I really wanted Rae?

“Carly, this isn’t going to work.”

She pulled down the visor and checked her lipstick in the mirror. “I love having your cock in my mouth, Dukey.”

And I fucking hated that nickname.

“Carly, the point is—”

“I’m going to be late for my shift,” she said way too enthusiastically. She leaned over and pressed her lips to my cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, lover.”

She slammed the door and trotted into the diner. It was too goddamn early in the morning to deal with this shit. What just happened would only lead her on, and clearly, I wasn’t capable of breaking things off with her.

I drove back to the garage, determined to put her out of my mind for the rest of the day. I had work to do. But the problem was, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, because she was standing in the way of the woman I really wanted. I had let the tarantula out of the box, and now I had to catch her before she bit me.

Bowie strolled out of the bay, grinning at me as he wiped the grease from his hands. “So, how was the missus?”

“There is no missus,” I snapped.

“Oh, Dukey! Just like that, Dukey! I need your cock, Dukey!”

I tried my best to ignore his impersonation of Carly. It was spot on, which was fucking irritating. “I can’t fucking get rid of her.”

“I may be able to take her off your hands. I’m always in need of a good blow job.”

“You’re in need something, alright,” I muttered.

“Hey, I’m offering to do you a solid.”

“Trust me, you don’t want this one. Besides, it would be weird if she was around.”

“Why?” he teased. “Are you afraid she won’t be able to stay away from you?”

I was actually afraid that I would forget all the reasons why I needed to get away from her. Because every fucking time I talked to Rae, I wanted her even more than the time before. And she struck me down. Again and again and again. My ego was more bruised than a quarterback that got sacked twenty times in one game. And that had me taking advantage of the blonde that couldn’t take no for an answer.

Carly was a drug to me. She allowed me to forget how much I wanted Rae, but like with any addicting drug, once it wore off, I felt like shit about myself.

“Just do me a favor and stay away from her.”

“Sure, Dukey,” he grinned. “Anything for you, Dukey.”

I flipped him off, storming into the garage bay to get away from him. “You’re such an ass.”

“Dukey! Give me more!”

His cackling laughter followed me into the garage bay. I should have made him leave the day he showed up on my doorstep. But I was lost in my head, still trying to process the fact that Carolyn had lied to me and run off with the kid I thought was mine. Now, years later, he was still with me. He was like a bad case of herpes, and I meant that in the best possible way.

“Come on!” he shouted, running to catch up to me. “I’m just teasing you, Dukey! I love you, Dukey!”

“Real mature.”

He caught up to me, tossing his rag at my face. “What about that other chick?”

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