“So you lied to me,” I say slowly. “Just to see if I was serious?”
Nicky chuckles and gives me a sly look. “You wanna talk about lies? How about my blown head gasket?”
Her question catches me off guard and I guess something in my face gives it away, because she starts smiling and nods at me like a teacher who just caught their student cheating.
“Yeah. Once I finally charged my phone, I went online and looked that up,” she says. “I don’t have that, do I?”
It takes me a second to answer. She caught me, but she doesn’t look th
at angry. In fact, she almost looks impressed.
I shake my head. “No. Just needed some coolant.”
“So why’d you lie to me?” she asks. She reaches out with one hand and runs a delicate finger down the side of my neck and across my chest, causing every fiber of my being to ache for her.
“I—I didn’t want you to leave,” I admit. Her eyes flash, exhilarated.
“And I don’t want you to let me,” she whispers. “It looks like we’re both just a couple of liars, Chase. Maybe we’re made for each other?”
11
Nicky
The speed at which Chase moves takes my breath away. Before I can blink, his rough hands are around my waist, and then I’m on his shoulder as he’s carrying me toward the back of the garage. I feel his taut back muscles against my stomach, and his manly scent has my head already spinning.
I hear him kick a door open and find myself in what looks like a break room. He slams the door shut behind us, then throws me down on an old dirty couch that smells of must and wear.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my mouth hanging open as he slides out of his shirt, revealing his pristine body to me. I trace the lines of his abs with my eyes and feel myself get even wetter than I already was as he pops the top button of his pants. I kick off my heels and get to work on my pants.
I need him. Now.
He helps me out, grasps my jeans by the ankles and tugs, almost yanking me off the couch with them.
“They’re tight!” he laughs under his breath, finally getting them off. I reach up to grab his face and pull it to mine, but he stops me, reaches down and picks up my heels, then slowly slides them back onto my feet.
“We’re going to get dirty, princess,” he tells me, his voice low and sensual. “But you’re going to stay classy while we do it.”
Wow, that’s hot.
My panties are soaked, and when I look up and see him pull out his cock, my lust for him shivers down my spine and I let out a soft moan. It’s so thick, hard as a rock and practically pulsing as he slides out of his pants and stands before me. Even if he wasn’t so obviously aroused, I’d be able to tell by the look in his eyes. Bradley never gives me that look, and I’d rather be here on my back on this dirty old couch in the back of a mechanic’s garage than lying on expensive sheets on his bed back at the lake house.
He leans down over me, and for a second I think I’m about to get another session with his tongue, but he has other plans for me. He presses his lips just above my clit, letting his scruffy chin gently graze over it, causing my whole body to shake. I look down to see his gorgeous eyes looking up at me as he kisses his way up my bare belly, then takes the hem of my (his) shirt between his teeth.
I arch my back off the couch to help him as he pulls, undoing the half-knot I put in it to cinch it up around me. He keeps moving, his eyes glued to mine, until he pulls the shirt up over my breasts.
He opens his mouth and I eagerly open mine to accept his kiss. I’m going crazy and throw my arms around him and pull him close. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it’s incredible. From the moment I stepped into his shop, my life hasn’t been the same.
I know now that Chase will always be there for me. He’s not just talk, he’s not just a guy who wants a fling; he’s a man I can rely on – a man who will stand up for me, fight for me, do whatever it takes to protect me. I don’t have to be a slave to my stepmom anymore. I don’t have to marry Bradley.
I’m free.
I feel his hard cock against my mound and reach down and pull my panties aside for him.
“Take that virgin pussy,” I whisper, surprising even myself. But fuck it – I’m wearing heels, his t-shirt and am on my back on a grubby couch in the back of an auto shop, and I’m gonna own it!
Chase’s eyes flare and he grabs me by the chin and practically breaks my jaw with his next kiss. I can feel the grit on his hands against my cheeks and arch against him as he sucks my tongue like he’s trying to devour me.
And then I feel it, the swollen tip of Chase’s cock parts my lips and presses against my hole. He’s still kissing me hard, but I pull away and look down between my legs.