“Straight men can say boobies.”
“Of course theycan. I’m just not sure theydo.”
He rolled his eyes, but then he deepened his voice and flexed his muscles. “Yo, ma, let me see those tits!”
I looked around to make sure no one was around to overhear us and smacked his chest. “Shut up. You’re so embarrassing.”
“You thinkthat’sembarrassing? Wait until we get to this shop. I’m going to put on the best show. This mechanic isn’t going to know what hit him. Just a big ole’ wall of straight.”
I climbed into my car and watched as Gabe folded his much larger body in. Maybe it made me a bad person to take pleasure in watching my best friend fold himself to fit into my car, but I really did. “Let’s just get this over with, boyfriend. The less time Birdie spends with my mom, the better. Last week, she decided she was going to teach Bird how to trick a man into thinking you think he’s funny, and why it’s an important skill.”
Gabe made an interested face. “It’s not a bad skill to know, honestly. Men are stupid. Laugh at our jokes and we’re putty.”
“Don’t start, Gabe.”
“What? I just think Belinda is a great resource at times. The thing she taught me about blow jobs was remarkable.” He practically cackled at the grossed-out look on my face. “She was right! And the way she showed us on that banana? Impressive.”
I drove out of town and chose to ignore him. “Changing the subject, I’m annoyed that one more thing Matthew ruined for me is his dad’s mechanic shop. Mr. Dale used to fix my car up for super cheap and he’s so close by. Now I have to drive halfway to the city.”
“Mr. Dale stared at your ass.”
I scoffed. “Gross.”
“Yeah. Matthew did you a favor on this one thing. Plus, Mr. Dale was about as good at fixing cars as you are. There’s a reason this junk bucket never ran any better.”
“Why didn’t you say anything before? I’ve been divorced for a while now.”
“You have to come to things in your own time, Winnie.” Gabe tried to stretch out his legs and swore. “You need a bigger vehicle.”
“I need araise.” I ignored Church as we passed it, and then glanced over at my best friend. “You know Matthew still calls me every other night?”
“Still?”
I nodded. “It’s never-ending. It’s always the same thing. He wants to come over to hook up, like we aren’t a divorced couple with a kid between us. Not once does he mention Birdie. Just mentions my boobs and butt and how he misses them.”
“I’ll murder him.” Gabe scowled darkly and raised his voice as he got angrier. “How dare he! You and Birdie are the best things he could ever hope to have. That prick. That fucking asshole. Say the word and I’ll actually murder him.”
I saw that we were coming closer to Hunter and Son, the mechanic shop with the best reviews around. “Not just yet, tough guy. It’s never off the table, though.”
10
Jack
Istaredoutofmy office windows with a murderous look on my face. The woman I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for the last month had just strolled into my shop with a man hanging all over her. Her easy smile and laughter made it clear she was more than comfortable with the guy, and it pissed me off straight away.
The last time I’d seen her, she’d been sprinting away, her juicy ass bouncing with each step. It’d almost made her running away worth it. God knew how many times I’d jerked off to that very image. The woman walking towards my mechanic, Opie, was fully dressed, and there was no sign of her sexy curves.
Somehow, though, she was still sexy as hell in a dress that looked like a potato sack with painted letters and numbers all over it. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and I wanted to tighten my fingers over the smooth expanse of throat she was showing. I’d seen the way she liked it when I did that, and I wanted to dive into it more, feed both of our desires until we were depleted and ready to move on.
My dick hated me, and it was a steel bar as I took in her thick, dark hair and sweet face. That full mouth and those sexy brown eyes nearly killed me. The fact that I knew she had a few freckles across her cheeks, but way more across her shoulders and chest, pissed me off. That I knew what she looked like when she came was just cruel.
There were pretty women around all the time. Living just outside Nashville, there was no shortage of beautiful women. Women with talent and drive and success. None of it mattered, though. My brain and dick had chosen the crazy little art teacher to hyperfocus on. With her bouncing tits and ass, sweet-as-pie voice, and full cheeks that made her look as innocent as a schoolgirl, she was a siren calling me to my death.
I’d watched her lose her mind before as Sawyer picked gum and cheerios out of her hair, all while she smelled like punch and was splattered with paint. After that, it should’ve been impossible to look at her and see a sex kitten, begging for a hard fuck. Yet that’s what I saw. When I looked at her, with her arm tucked around the muscled arm of the man next to her, I saw her spread out on top of that desk, screaming as I fingered her clit.
I was pissed off. Who was the fool? Was that her boyfriend? Husband? Had she been lying to us the entire time? Worse, would I care if she had if she let me inside her again?
Storming out of the office, I told myself to calm down, but it was impossible. The only thing that kept me from losing my shit was the silly smile that stretched across Winnie’s face when she looked up and spotted me coming at her. The smile turned into shock and then embarrassment almost immediately, which I hated. Still, she tried to walk towards me and tripped over an air hose. With her boyfriend focused on Opie, she went down hard on the concrete, her knees taking the brunt of the fall.