Chapter Fourteen
Jessa
I’m nervous to be back at work, especially since Bill has called an all-staff meeting, but having Lane beside me, knowing he’ll be there no matter what happens, helps. I just hope he can keep his temper, but he’s promised to be on his best behavior.
From the number of times he apologized profusely, I’m choosing to believe him. It is comforting to know, should I ever need protecting or saving, he would absolutely step in at my request. Besides Uncle Jackson, I’ve never had that before. I’ve only had myself to rely on.
We enter the office at Masterson’s to find Bill, Marnie, and the other mechanics Henry, Larry, and Mark there. Rico is notably absent.
Bill’s arms are crossed over his chest as he surveys us all.
“It appears we need to set some expectations I never dreamed we would have to. But it has become apparent that basic respect is not something everyone possesses. From this day forward, every person who works here will be treated with respect, no matter their gender. Harassment will not be tolerated. I will not hesitate to let anyone else go who cannot abide by this basic rule of decency.”
My pulse races at his declaration. Rico’s not here because Bill fired him. I glance at the other mechanics out of the corner of my eye. There are frowns and looks of confusion, but no one looks angry at his decree, and they’re nodding as if they are in agreement.
“Not sure what happened, nor is it my place to know, but I hope you know, Miss Jessa, that you have my utmost respect and support. Anyone steps out of line with you, you just let me know,” Larry, the oldest of us, dips his chin at me, his bushy gray eyebrows furrowed.
“You can expect the same from me, and I’m sure Mark here as well. I’m sorry you had to deal with anything less. Rest assured from here on out, we’ve got your back,” Henry adds.
Mark nods in agreement. “You bet your ass I agree. Hell, I don’t know how anyone could disrespect you when you run circles around the rest of us.”
“This goes for everyone we do repairs for as well. I’ve been making calls to every foreman and business owner who has used our services over the years.
They understand their business will no longer be welcome if they cannot abide by this either.
If any of you hears or sees anything to the contrary, let me know right away and I will deal with it. ”
Tears prick my eyes, and I blink rapidly to keep them from falling. Never have I felt so supported. I had hoped working here might be different and a fresh start. I never imagined it would this. Being so fully advocated for is beyond my wildest dreams.
I pull into Lane’s garage. Punching the opener he gave me on my visor, the door rumbles shut behind me. I only had a moment’s hesitation that it was all too fast when he asked me to move in with him. But it lasted only seconds before I was agreeing.
Holding myself back will do nothing but create barriers in our relationship, and I’m done with barriers that supposedly keep me safe. If I want to give us a chance, I owe it to us both to be all in. Keeping one foot out the door, waiting for him to prove he’s not who I think he is, isn’t fair.
He made a mistake and owned it like the man he is. Every day since he has done nothing to make me doubt how sorry he was. That he’s curtailing his natural inclination to protect me against any threats speaks louder than words.
Climbing from Carla, I circle to the front. Peeling off my loose tank dress, I toss it on the workbench against the wall, leaving me in only my work boots and a lacy bra and thong, which match Carla in color. I send a text to Lane to come to the garage and then drop my phone on the bench as well.
Resting my ass on the hood, I lean back, propping myself up on my elbows, one booted foot hooked on the bumper.
My loose tresses fall in a curtain behind me.
I haven’t forgotten Lane’s promise of taking me bent over the car.
We haven’t gotten around to it yet, and I figure there’s not a more perfect way to celebrate me officially moving in.
“What’s up?” he asks, coming through the door from the house.
His jaw drops and his eyes widen when he catches sight of me perched on the car waiting for him. I wish I was recording this because his expression is priceless and I never want to forget it.
“Holy fucking wet dream, woman. You look even better than I imagined.” He groans, reaching down, pressing the heel of his hand against the bulge of his cock in his pants. “God damn, I could come just looking at you like this.”
Heat flares through me at the desire in his eyes as they rake down my body. My core clenches in anticipation. “Well, you could do that, I suppose. It’d be damn hot to watch, but you did promise to bend me over the hood.”
“Oh there’s no way I’m not fulfilling that promise, especially since you’ve so generously offered yourself up to me like this. Damn, I’ve got to be the luckiest fucking man in the world. I will carry this image with me for the rest of my life.”
He closes the distance between us before slamming his lips to mine. There’s no gentle sweetness working its way up to scorching heat. We ignite the second our mouths touch. His tongue plunders my mouth.
My hands fall to his hips while one of his fists tightly in the strands at the base of my neck. He pulls back with the drag of his teeth over my bottom lip, causing my pulse to race.
His other hand slips the gusset of my panties aside. He growls when his fingers slide through my already soaked folds. “Fuck Jess. This turns you on as much as me, doesn’t it?”
He bites a tight bud through the fabric of my bra. A whimper falls from me. He spears a finger inside me, pumping the digit. My hips rock against his hand.
“Pull me out gorgeous,” he commands before sucking on my other nipple.
I scramble to follow orders, my inner walls already fluttering. When I’ve pulled his pulsing cock free, he spins me around.
“Brace yourself Jess.” With that sharp warning, he pulls my thong to the side and slams home with one swift thrust.
His hips piston into me as he reaches to find my clit. He rubs the swollen bundle of nerves through the lace of my panties. The friction from the material has me barreling toward an orgasm in record time.
The slap of flesh echoes in the garage along with our grunts and moans. Every part of me is on fire. Even my toes are tingling. I battle against the tide threatening to sweep me away because I don’t want it to end so soon.
Lane has no such qualms. “Fuck, don’t fight it Jess. Let go with me. I promise I’ll always catch you.”
With that declaration, he pinches my clit and fireworks explode as I soar through the stratosphere. He grunts behind me as hot streams of cum fill me until they drip down my inner thighs.
When I collapse, he does just as he promised and catches me. Like I have no doubt he always will.