She slides into my shirt, which is way too big for her and fits her basically like a dress, but I have to admit, I like her in it. Coming home from the garage and finding her in my bed wearing that – and only that – would be a hell of a way to wrap up the day. She twists and ties it up then grabs her purse and heads for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, snatching her wrist as she passes.
“You think I’m going to stay here?” she asks. “So we can get into bed and you can try and work your pneumatic wrench between my legs?”
I burst out laughing. “Pneumatic wrench? Did you just say that?”
“Your hammer, your screwdriver!” she stammers. “What the fuck ever!”
Again, she tears her arm away from me, then flings my front door open and strides out into the night. I follow.
She almost breaks an ankle as her foot twists in the gravel. With a deep, angry sigh, she pulls off her heels and marches barefoot away from me, her hips swaying with an angry sexiness.
“Where are you going?” I call after her. “It’s three miles to town and everything’s closed!”
“Then I’ll walk all night,” she shouts back without turning. “Exercise is good for you!”
“Come back here then,” I tell her. “And we can burn calories all night.”
“In your dreams!”
I can’t fucking believe it. She came home with me, I made her come, and now she’s jumping ship, leaving me with a hard dick and nothing to do with it.
She really is a princess.
“Don’t forget about your car!” I shout.
“My car?” she replies, finally
turning to me. “Who says it’s my car?”
“What are you talking about?” I laugh. “If it’s not yours, whose is it?”
She smiles like I just called her bluff in a winning hand of poker and she’s about to take me for all my chips.
“My fiancé’s,” she replies. Proudly, a broad smile across her face, she flips me the bird and turns around and keeps walking.
I feel like I’ve been hit in the guts. All the air leaves my lungs and I brace myself against the doorframe as I watch her go. As excited as I am, my dick actually starts to go down as the full realization of her words hit me like a ton of bricks.
Fiancé…
Just the thought of her being with other men sets a jealousy aflame inside me. I don’t have a quick temper, but I’ve never felt such an immediate anger before. If this was any other girl, I wouldn’t give two shits. Then again, I would have never invited another girl back to my place in the first place.
But what Nicky just said has me ready to break something.
Images flash through my mind: her laughing through her tears while some rich guy is down on one knee in front of her holding a massive diamond ring, him handing her the keys to the Bentley, a proud look on his face, her picking out floral arrangements and table settings for their wedding.
I ball my fists at my side as she vanishes into the darkness of the night. I’m fucking stunned. I bet she thought this was all a big game from the moment she saw me back at the garage. One last tryst with a broke, filthy mechanic, like a groom having a stripper blowout in Vegas two days before his wedding.
I’m just a bum to her. I could never exist in her world. She’s going to go back to him now and let him run his hands all over her gorgeous body and run his tongue across her perfect, bare pussy.
But just as I’m starting to boil over, I realize something. A smile creeps across my lips.
“No,” I mutter to myself. “He’ll see it.”
Laughing, I turn around and head back inside.
The bite. The mark I left on her inner thigh.