When it’s time for me to go, I take my stuff and clean my truck. Last night I wasn’t bothered because it was dark, but in the light of day, it’s filthy. The extra twenty-minutes is worth it in the end. I arrive at her apartment at eleven thirty just in case she tries to run. I’m just about to ring the bell, but a petite woman walks past me and opens it. “You’re Wrench, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m Sarah, Mac’s roommate. Come on in, she’s probably still in bed. She didn’t get a lot of sleep.” She smiles and unlocks the door. I follow in to see Mac’s purse on the counter, reassuring me that this chick isn’t lying. “Relax, dude. Come in, I’ll go check on her.” She puts her bag on the counter and a personal massager slides out onto the table. I turn from it quickly because I’m not interested in the roommate and don’t need to see her toys.
“No wonder you haven’t made a move. I thought for a rider you’d be a little less freaked out seeing a vibrator. It’s for Mac. I’m betting her hand is getting tired of strumming to thoughts of your dick every night.”
“What?” I sputter out.
“I got her a present. She’s so stubborn, but every girl needs one of these. Even a virgin.” She waves the box around and all I can think about is Mackenzie with her hand between her legs calling out my name. My cock wakes up to that idea. Shit, anything to do with her has me irrationally hard. In the middle of setting up my plans for the future with Mackenzie, I jerked off three times. The fucker just wouldn’t stay down.
“She’s not petting herself to me,” I argue. The thought of her doing it for anyone else pisses me off.
“I’m pretty sure she is; unless there’s someone else named Wrench.” She winks at me.
“Simon,” Mac calls out from the hallway entrance to the kitchen. I turn to see my beauty with her hair freshly washed, hanging over shoulder in just a tank top and a pair of boy shorts that barely covers her pussy lips. I want to drop to my knees and spread her wide this very second, but I hold back. Fuck, she’s too sexy. I’m doing everything I can to not run to her side. I don’t need my little woman running off.
“Dash,” I choke out. My dick’s so damn hard that it’s not hard to miss. She notices it and so does her roommate.
A light giggle comes from the roommate. “I told you he isn’t doing it to just be nice. He’d probably like to bend you over the hood of your car.”
“Sarah,” she squeaks out. Her cheeks pinken up so perfectly with embarrassment and probably a little need. My boxer briefs are the only thing protecting my zipper because my cock wants out.
I step a little closer and she doesn’t back away which brings a smile to my face. My hand moves to touch her, but I resist. “She’s right. There’s a lot of places I’d like to bend you over, but for now, I’ll keep my promise and take you to work. We can talk about stimulating your pussy later. No toys needed.”
“Fuck, shit. I need a guy like you,” the roommate moans. With my eyes trained on Dash I miss an inch of jealousy that shoots through Mackenzie’s expression.
“Find your own,” Mackenzie says. Good answer, sweetheart.
I take her hand in mine and drag her toward the small kitchen table. “Come and eat first and then you can get dressed. I don’t want your food to get cold.”
“You brought me food?” Her mouth parts widely and my brain cells have totally vacated for a moment.
“Seriously, do you have a brother?” I have to hold back a laugh when Mackenzie gives the tiniest growl. It’s almost like a fluffy kitten. My mother’s right. She’s fucking adorable.
“No. Only child. Now, Dash eat, babe.”
“Bossy. I bet he’s going to spank you for being a bad girl.”
“Don’t you have something else to do?” Mackenzie asks, taking a bite out of the burger.
“Nothing this entertaining.”
Not wanting my woman to choke, I intercede. “Scram and I’ll introduce you to my friends.”
“Woohoo! See you two later. I’ll leave this in your bedroom.” She waves the toy in her hand and Mackenzie’s face turns beet red.
“You have to ignore her. I think small town life has really gotten to her.”
“Well now that she’s gone, please finish your food so you can get dressed.” I say it harsher than I mean to, but my dick is beating against my zipper like it owes it money.
“Do I repulse you that much?”
“Are you serious? This hard cock ain’t for no one else, Dash.” I say, squeezing the motherfucker that’s trying to burst free from my jeans.