“Is everything okay?” Colt asks. I shake my head to clear my thoughts of my dirty fantasy and say, “Oh yeah, everything is perfect, thank you. How do you feel about having a kid here at your shop every now and then?” The wheels are spinning in his mind.
“It’s my niece, Callie’s daughter. We all try to help out. Sometimes her boss calls her in for an emergency meeting and between us all, we try to help out.” I rattle on.
“I don’t mind. I can show her around the shop if you get stuck on a call. Maybe introduce her to a classic car or two that I have here.”
“Are you insinuating my car isn’t a classic?” I laugh. When I went out and bought my two door Lexus, I got so much shit from my father.
“Babe, you look damn good driving that car, but it’s not a classic by any stretch of the imagination,” Colt states. His eyes glide down my body.
“Thanks, but you know I love my car. Best thing I bought myself so far.” I stand up from the chair, now that I’ve gotten the okay, I need to get a few more things taken care of and then I can head home.
“You’re welcome. Are you heading home for the night?” Colt asks.
“No, I have a few more things to do, are you?”
“Yeah, I need to go look at a Camaro that’s for sale. You want to go with me?” He asks.
“Sure, can we get food while we’re out? I forgot to eat lunch and if I don’t eat before too long, I’ll get angry and then you’ll probably kick me out of here.”
“What the hell, Lyla. Why didn’t you eat?” Colt asks.
“Time got away from me?” It’s the truth. If I’m involved in my work, I forget to take a break and actually eat something, I literally wait until I’m miserably hungry and ready to gnaw off my arm.
“We’re leaving in ten minutes, food and then the Camaro,” he grunts, clearly pissed off I forgot to eat.
“Colt, I promise I’m okay.”
“Not taking that for an answer, ten minutes, babe.” He runs his hands through his hair. Something I want to do for myself.
“Okay,” I turn around and leave. I hear the rush of breath he lets out. It lets me know that he feels this thing that’s been brewing between the two of us, too.
6
Colton
Lyla meets me at my truck — a gloss black, vintage, 1960 Ford F-100. When I bought this truck, it had seen better days, but I knew I wanted to take the time to restore it to its original beauty.
I open the door for Lyla to slide in, my eyes once again not leaving hers for a moment. I get lost in the depths of them. She’s expressive when it comes to her eyes, “You comfortable?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She sasses back.
I lean my head towards hers and do what I’ve been wanting to all fucking week, I take her lips. At first nipping at the bottom, then soothing it with the tip of my tongue. When she lets out a small squeak, I take what I want, my tongue seeks her out. Her hands find my hair and she holds me to her as I take her mouth in the most possessive way possible.
I nip at her lip one more time before breaking apart, “Wow,” she whispers out.
“That’s about the size of it, but Lyla?”
“Yes, Colt,” her eyes are on mine.
“This is only the beginning,” I tell her before shutting her door, making my way to the driver’s side. She’s sitting over on the passenger side, though with this being a bench seat, I grab her inner thigh.
“What?” she questions.
“I want you in the middle,” I croon. She slides over and straddles the stick shift, and my forearm is on her leg as I pop the clutch and shift into reverse.
“What do you want for dinner?” I ask as soon as we’re on the street and heading towards the outskirts of town. My fingers glide a path up and down her inner thigh. Lyla’s sharp intake of breath has me shifting in my own seat. My cock has been rock fucking hard since we had that kiss in the parking lot.
“Can we get burgers and a shake?” Lyla responds.
“Yeah, there’s one not far from where we’re going.” I continue keeping my hand on her thigh, wanting Lyla to get used to my touch.
“Good, I’m dying for a cheeseburger with everything on it, French fries, and a chocolate shake,” she moans, and now I know I’ll never not be hard around Lyla. It’s in everything she does, the small looks, the way she moans thinking about food, the smoothness of her creamy skin, down to the way she kisses with everything she has to give.