Chapter 18
18
MARCUS
I ’m gripping the steering wheel so tightly, I swear it might break.
I should not have checked for panties, because now it’s all I can think about—all I can picture. And if the smirk TD sent me when I was getting ready to leave is any indication, he’s well aware I was about half a second away from throwing her dress over her head and burying my face between her thighs.
Now, we’re on our way back to the shop so we can drop this vehicle, only to have to return to the scene of the accident and pick up the second, and all I want to do is a quick repeat of last night.
I’m sure that’ll still happen, except now it’s delayed. What is it they say about delayed gratification? It makes the moment that much sweeter?
Oh, hell. What do they know?
Delayed gratification sucks, and my blue balls are a testament.
“You okay over there?” she asks.
I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to my lap, most likely confirming what we all know. I’m hard as hell right now, with no relief in sight. “I’m good,” I respond, my words as tight as my pants.
“That was pretty neat,” she says, telling me about her take on the tow. “I’ve never actually seen it in action.”
“It’s boring, I know,” I reply, knowing it’s not a glamorous job, but not caring much because it suits me well.
“It’s not boring,” she insists. “It was quite fascinating actually, and probably pretty dangerous. I’ve never really cared how a vehicle is transported following a breakdown or accident. I know that makes me sound spoiled and selfish, but it’s true. To see it in action is eye-opening.”
I nod, understanding where she’s coming from. Most people don’t really care how it happens, just that it does. As I move into the heart of town, heading to my shop, I say, “I’m glad you’re here.”
She flashes me a warm smile. “Are you just saying that because you know I’m not wearing panties?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head, steering the flatbed into my lot. “No, Princess, that’s just a bonus. A very big bonus.” I glance at her and wink before returning my attention to what I’m doing.
I back up to the gated lot beside the shop and jump out to unlock the gate. Buddy follows, barking and spinning in the gravel. “You got the zoomies?” I ask, smirking as he races around the truck, yet staying close to where I am.
“What’s the zoomies?”
I look over my shoulder to Ryan. “It’s a term they say when a dog has a burst of energy.”
“Ahh. I’ve never had a pet.”
“None?”
She shakes her head, looking around me as I open the wide gate. “Why are you putting the vehicle in here?”
“For safety and security. So no one gets into it or messes with the vehicle before the owner can remove any personal belongings or before an insurance adjuster can do their report.”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna back the truck in here and get this one unloaded,” I tell her.
“Can I watch?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sure, but stay over there,” I reply, pointing just inside the gate. “I won’t be able to see you, so I need to make sure you’re out of the way.”
She nods and moves to where I indicated. Buddy trails behind her, and since she doesn’t have a leash, Ryan squats down and holds his collar.
Climbing into the truck, I slowly back through the gate. I continually check my mirrors, just to make sure Ryan and Buddy didn’t move, but since I don’t see them, I assume they remain where I told them to.
I stop in front of a bare spot along the fence and climb back out. Ryan approaches with Buddy but stays back and out of the way. I drop the vehicle and prep the flatbed for transporting the next one, making sure the winch is wound back up and my straps back in the toolbox.
When everything is set, I wash my hands then make my way to the passenger side of the truck. Ryan is sitting there, the door open, and her bare feet casually on the dash. She wiggles her pink-painted toes, and I can’t help but get aroused all over again. And why? I don’t have a foot fetish.
I think I have a Ryan fetish.
I spot Buddy lying on the mat between the seats, clearly needing a little nap after his zoomies around the lot.
“Ryan?”
“Mmm?” she replies, wiggling those damn toes.
“Are you wet?” I murmur, lifting my right foot and resting it on the step. I keep my hands to myself, which is hard. No pun intended.
“I think so,” she purrs, a seductive little grin on her gorgeous face.
“You think?”
She lifts her shoulders. “I suppose if you require confirmation, you should probably check for yourself.” The little vixen lifts her skirt in invitation.
What’s a man to do but check?
I place my rough palm against her thigh and slide it toward her pussy. My fingers brush against smooth, wet flesh, and I waste no time. My fingers glide between the lips of her pussy as I gently spread her knees farther apart, keeping her feet planted on the dash.
“This is gonna be fast. We’re out in the open. No one can see us through the wrap on the fence, but the gate’s wide open. So be a good girl and come for me so we can get back to work.”
With that, I press two fingers into her pussy. Ryan rocks her hips, grinding against my palm as she chases her release. I thrust my fingers in and out, sliding my thumb across her clit. She whimpers as she swirls her hips. I can feel her pussy tightening, her orgasm looming.
“You close? I can feel you starting to squeeze around my fingers. I think it makes you hot knowing we could be seen by someone at any time. Do you want someone to find us, Ryan? While I’m fingering you?”
She groans, her body moving as if entirely on its own. “I don’t care who sees, as long as you don’t stop.”
Cracking a grin, applying a little more pressure to her clit. “I have no intention of stopping until you come on my fingers. Now, Ryan.”
It’s as if my words actually trigger her release. She tightens around my fingers and cries out, gripping the hell out of them and making it hard for me to move them, but I manage. I lighten my pressure on her clit but keep circling my palm over it as she rides the waves of pleasure. When the tension leaves her body, she slumps back onto the seat, a satisfied glaze in her eyes.
“Wow, that’s never happened before,” she practically sings, her eyes closed as she smiles. Buddy moves, having been woken up by her orgasm and rests his head on her arm.
“What? Gotten off in a tow truck in a parking lot?”
She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, silly. Well, yes, actually. That’s never happened either, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt my soul leave my body before.”
A wave of pride sweeps through my body. It makes me want to pound on my chest like a caveman, but of course, I don’t. The problem is all I want to do now is bury myself inside her all over again. My tongue, my cock, hell, even my fingers. I want more.
Desperately.
Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen. At least not right now. I need to get back to the accident scene and clear the other car before TD comes looking for me. I won’t jeopardize my business and those relationships I’ve built because I’m horny. Long after Ryan has returned to her life in California, I’ll still be here, doing my thing.
“As much as I’d love to bend you over the seat and have my wicked way with you, I better get back and retrieve the other car.”
She nods in understanding and adjusts her dress, covering herself. I’d rather she just leave herself exposed, but I’m not sure she’d go for that. Plus, I’d be too distracted and probably wreck. Wouldn’t TD love to hear why I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road?
I head around to the driver’s side of the truck, and before I know it, we’re on our way to the scene of the accident. I use the main roadway this time, since I don’t need to drive through the park area, and as I drive around the curve, I spot TD standing near the car. He has a look of annoyance on his face, and his arms are crossed over his chest. I can’t help but grin at the attitude I know I’m about to receive.
This vehicle doesn’t require my truck to block the roadway, so I pull into the entrance and get into position. “You can hang in here this time,” I tell Ryan.
“Okay.” She glances at Buddy, who’s hanging his head out the window, and says, “We’ll stay in here.”
As I step out of the truck, TD is there. He makes a big production of checking his watch.
“Sorry for the slight delay,” I state, walking back to get set.
He snorts. “Yeah, that smug smirk on your face shows how sorry you are.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I was just being polite. I’m not sorry at all.” I wink before lowering the bed and getting to work.
TD grabs one of the brooms and a bucket and starts sweeping up any debris in the roadway, while I secure the car on the trailer. By the time I have everything set to remove the car, he has the scene cleaned up.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the bucket and placing it on the trailer. I hold it in place with the bungee strap and set the broom in the long toolbox.
“No problem. Thanks for helping out,” he says. “Even if I was giving you shit about…you know.” He glances toward the cab of the truck, letting me know he’s referring to Ryan. “She seems great.”
I shrug my shoulders and shove my hands in my pockets. “It’s not like that. It’s just…casual.”
He nods in understanding. “It’s always casual,” he starts, stepping over and giving me a friendly slap and squeeze on the shoulders, “until it’s not.”
His words reach their desire target—my brain. He’s reminding me that even casual flings can turn into more. He was friends with his wife for years, secretly pining away for her like a lovesick fool. Then, one day, he decided to take the leap. It wasn’t always easy for them, straddling the line between friends and lovers, but they got it figured out. They were married not too long ago, and trying to have a baby.
But what happened between him and Ellie is completely different than what’s before me and Ryan. First off, geography plays a huge factor. She’ll be leaving in a few weeks, ending our time together. Nothing more can—or will—come of this. Plus, let’s be honest. This is just fun. We’re two totally different people from two totally different worlds, and unless you live in a romance novel or a cheesy rom-com movie, those two worlds don’t combine. So, this arrangement will remain in the friends with benefits zone with no possibility of parole. It’s just not gettin’ out of there.
“Have a good night, TD,” I state, making my way to the driver’s door.
“You too,” he hollers. TD beats me to the door and reaches in, petting Buddy. “You be a good boy.” Looking up to Ryan in the passenger seat, he adds, “Good night, Ryan.”
“Night. Tell Ellie I said hello,” Ryan says.
“Will do.” TD steps back and taps the side of the truck before heading off to his vehicle. He drives a big SUV, and when he climbs inside, he flips off the lights in the windows and the grill.
“Ready?” I ask, sitting in the driver’s seat and preparing to take off.
“Yep.”
As we cruise back to the shop, Ryan asks, “Is this hard to drive?”
“The flatbed? I mean, it’s longer and a bit wider than a normal vehicle, so it takes some getting used to. It requires a CDL.”
“What’s a CDL?” she asks.
“Commercial Driver’s License. It’s required when a vehicle is heavier than a certain weight.”
“Like a semi?” she asks.
“Yep. A semi requires a CDL,” I tell her.
“Hmm.” After a few seconds, she asks, “Can I drive it?”
I glance her way, finding her studying me, waiting for my reply. “You wanna drive the tow truck?”
She nods. “I’ve barely ever driven anything bigger than my little BMW.”
“You ever driven a stick shift before?”
She giggles. “Not of the vehicle variety.”
My cock jumps in my pants, eager to talk more about that.
I consider her request for a few moments, ignoring the bulge between my legs. “All right, if you want to drive it, I’ll teach you. But not tonight. I don’t want to do it when it’s getting dark. We’ll have to go out on a back road that isn’t traveled often.”
“Can’t I just drive it around the parking lot?” she asks as we approach my shop.
“It’s not big enough for that. You’d only be able to go in a little circle, and even that’s not very safe. To be able to properly learn how to shift, you need space. Best to put you on a flat, open road and give it a shot.”
Pulling into my lot, I swing around and back up to the fenced-in gate. I had closed it earlier, but left it unlocked since I knew I was returning quickly. After jumping out and opening the gate, I climb behind the wheel and back in. I stop directly behind the first vehicle I brought in, knowing an insurance adjuster is probably going to want to take a look at both vehicles.
While I do the next phase, Ryan climbs out of the truck and takes Buddy over to the safe area. I can feel her eyes on me, watching intently. It’s a little unnerving, honestly. I’ve never had a passenger like this, and never one who watched my every move.
I take the bucket with broken glass and debris and set it to the side. I never pitch it right away, just in case someone is missing something from their vehicle. Once both parties have cleared out their belongings and insurance has done their thing, I’ll dump the trash.
“Marcus.”
“Hmm?” I ask, making sure everything is done for the night.
After a few seconds I hear her sweet voice again, this time with a little more urgency. “Marcus.”
I stop and turn toward Ryan. She’s standing just off to the side of the tow truck holding one of my flannels. “What’s wrong?” I ask, giving her a quick onceover for injuries.
“Absolutely nothing,” she says, flashing me a blinding smile. “Come here.”
I do as asked, quickly since I’m trying to determine if she somehow got hurt back here. When I reach her side, she sets the flannel on the ground, places her hands against my shoulder, and moves me until my back is pressed against the fender of the truck. I’m about to open my mouth to ask what in the hell is going on when she drops to her knees.
And my brain literally goes blank.
I couldn’t form a thought or a complete sentence to save my life. All I can do is watch.
Her fingers grasp for my belt buckle, for my zipper and the button on my jeans. “Ryan…” I choke out, her name sounding hoarse and strained all at the same time.
“Shhh,” she insists, practically ripping open my jeans and pulling them down my thighs.
My mouth drops open, as does hers. She licks her lips, wraps her hand around the base of my cock, and draws it slowly into her mouth.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I whisper, mesmerized by the sight.
“Returning the favor,” she insists before licking the head of my dick and sucking it deep into her mouth once more.
I glance around, making sure we’re alone. Buddy’s in the tow truck, his head hanging out the window. I don’t recall when she put him in there, but it’s nice to not have to worry about him getting into something in this moment. We’re positioned on the passenger side of the truck, so even if someone pulls into the main lot, they won’t see what’s happening back here.
Reaching down, I pull off her ball cap and turn it around. This way, I can see her face while she sucks me. She doesn’t even pause as I gather her hair and replace the hat on top of her head, but when I have it in place, she glances up, her mouth stretched widely around me and meets my gaze.
I almost come right then and there.
Somehow, I grapple on to any ounce of control I can find and hang on. She starts to pick up speed, twisting her hand around the base of my cock as she goes down. I know I won’t last long. I’ve dreamed about having her mouth on me since the moment I laid eyes on her, and now that it’s actually happening, I don’t think I can hold off any longer.
My balls draw up and the familiar tingling sensation starts at the base of my spine. “I’m going to come, Princess,” I tell her, my eyes glued to her face.
She doesn’t slow her movement or pull off my cock either. In fact, she seems to bear down a little more, determined to finish me off.
I come hard, gasping for air and shooting everything I have down her throat. I don’t know when I close my eyes, but I’m unable to keep them open. All I feel is the immense pleasure. All I feel is her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath. I should be embarrassed by how quickly she got me off, but I’m not. It was fucking perfect.
She is fucking perfect.
Ryan finally pulls off my dick and proudly smiles up at me. She licks her lips and releases her hand. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” she says, standing up and stretching her knees.
I snort. “Well, anytime you want a repeat, you know where to find me.”
She giggles and picks up my flannel. I take the shirt, wiping off my wet cock with part of the shirt that wasn’t on the ground, and toss it into the truck. I pull up my pants before taking her in my arms and pressing a firm kiss to her lips. Her mouth instantly opens for me and the kiss turns ravenous immediately. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine, Princess,” I tell her, reaching back and slapping her ass. “Definitely mine. We’re taking my truck.” I open the door and let Buddy out.
She starts to walk toward the gate, heading for my old Chevy in the main lot, my dog hot on her heels. Just as she walks through the opening, she glances back and says, “Race you.”
And it’s on.
I couldn’t get to her fast enough.