…but I just can’t bring myself to.

Bradley…

The prick. Just thinking about him putting his hands on her fills me with rage and sends my blood flaming through my veins. But I smile when I think about his face when he sees the mark I left on his fiancé’s thigh. It’s going to be there for a while, and even if they both want to try to forget about me, every time they get together, they’re going to have to see that little reminder of the time she went slummin’.

It’s around midnight when I get home. As I step inside, I pick up a hint of Nicky’s perfume and groan. I groan and slump down on the couch and unzip my pants as I close my eyes and images of the last time she was here flood through my mind.

My cock’s already half-mast. I can’t stop myself. No matter how hard I try to hate her, I can’t resist. With her scent heavy in my nose and lungs, I start stroking my dick as I think about just how close I got to claiming her…

…the sweet taste of her pussy juices and the way her body rocked as I made her come. I think about fucking her from behind and watching that perfect ass bounce back and forth on my thick cock while I stretch her eager little virgin pussy, and how I’d pump every last drop of my heavy load into her and watch her body shiver as I gave her orgasm after orgasm.

I get right there and then stop, my precum coating my hand. I could come, but for some reason it feels wrong.

No. Not without her.

I’m being stupid; I know it’s never going to happen. She’ll probably send her fiancé to the shop tomorrow to pick up her car, but I still can’t do it.

I let go of my dick and lie back as I wait for my hard-on to go down.

“It’s going to be a long night,” I grumble as I find the remote and turn on the TV.

10

Chase

“Bro, you’re never going to believe it!”

I cringe as Tucker races out of the shop to great me the next morning, looking like he’s just had about six cups of coffee. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s about to tell me about yet another one of his wild-girl adventures, and having not slept a wink last night, but I am not in the mood to hear it.

“You’re moving to Florida,” I suggest. He laughs and waves a hand at me.

“My date? It turned into multiple dates!” he says with a wink. “Not like…multiple dates, but multiple girls.”

“Is that right?” I ask, wishing my head didn’t hurt so bad as I open the door to the office and head inside.

“You haven’t lived until you’ve had a girl riding you while the other girl sits on your face, dude!”

“Mmm,” I grunt back as I take a seat and check the business e-mail. There’s really nothing important, but I pretend there is, hoping Tucker will go away. He doesn’t.

“The first chick was wild,” he laughs. “We were doing our thing, and then all of a sudden she asks me if her friend can come by! I’m like, duh!? So we go back to her place, and this model walks in. Five minutes later, I’m fuckin’ ‘em both!”

“I’m happy for you, man,” I say as I get up and head into the garage.

I’m really not. I couldn’t give a single fuck about his threesome; Tucker has had enough pussy for ten men, and I’m not in the mood to hear the details.

“What about you, bro?” he asks. “I heard you had a run-in with that rich bitch from out of town—”

Before I know what I’m doing, I spin, snatch him by the collar and slam him up against the closed garage door.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Tucker,” I growl. “Or I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind – I probably have. I let him go and head over to the rack and grab some coolant. I pop the hood of Bradley’s Bentley, take off the radiator cap and start filling it up. I feel Tucker’s eyes on me, then he heads into the office and leaves me alone.

I didn’t expect to be set off that easily, but it seems as though the whole town knows about me and Nicky now. But what is there to know? There is no “me and Nicky.” All there is is Chase, the mechanic, and Nicky, the out-of-town princess who slummed it for one evening with him for the fun of it.

I realize I’m not paying attention to what I’m doing when the coolant overflows and spills everywhere.

“Shit,” I mumble as I set the jug aside and grab a rag to wipe it down. I finish up, close the hood and wash my hands in the sink.


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