6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Gauge
After the stunt she pulled, I was dying to talk to Rosie. But like always, she knew exactly what I wanted and refused to give it to me. Instead of coming back to my control room, she ducked off at the next stop.
I was relieved to see that she at least went in a different direction from my girl. I wouldn't have been able to stop thinking about it for the rest of my shift if I knew there was a chance she was putting on a repeat performance somewhere with Rosie.
As it was, I was having a tough time concentrating on my job.
I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head for the long remaining hours of my shift.
The way my girl had writhed under Rosie had my engines revved up and ready all day.
It was excruciating, being so worked up and not able to do anything about it.
The fact that Rosie knew exactly what she'd done to me and exactly how I was feeling right now didn't help.
When I finally got home for the night, I whipped open the front door and was greeted with a different show. Rosie was sprawled out on the couch with Jamie's head between her thighs. She shot me a lazy grin. "About time. What took you so long?"
On another night, I might've joined in on the fun. Tracks, my body had been on edge all day and was begging me to, but that would be as good as letting Rosie win, and I refused.
"Get some clothes on. We need to talk."
"I can talk just fine like this," she replied, the lazy grin not leaving her face. "Unless, of course, you want to come closer and stuff my mouth full of that hard smokestack in your pants."
I felt myself getting even harder, my length jumping to attention at her address, picturing those cherry-red lips stretched wide around me. I took a half step toward her before stopping cold. She wanted to distract me, and I wasn't going to make it that easy for her.
"Maybe another time if you're good," I shot back, bending down and scooping her skirt off the ground and tossing it at her face. "Come on, Jam, take a break. I'm trying to talk to Rose."
Jamie came up for air, licking their glistening lips. "Have a good run?" they asked, their dark curly hair all mussed up from Rosie's fingers.
"Rosie didn't tell you she stopped by?"
"Is that what's got your gears grinding?" they asked turning to Rosie. "Did you leave him high and dry?"
"I didn't do anything to him," she answered, feigning innocence.
"Scrapyard."
"I didn't lay a hand on you."
"Exactly," I growled out. She laughed, pulling her skirt up tantalizingly slowly over her legs.
"Someone gonna fill me in?" Jamie asked.
I stared at Rosie, who smoothed down her skirt before returning my look and asking, "Better?"
"What the hell were you doing with her?"
"Her? Her who?" Jamie asked.
"I was curious," Rosie said with a shrug. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching her squirm."
"She's not yours," I hissed out.
"Who?" Jamie asked again before quickly turning to Rosie and asking, "Wait, are we talking about Gauge's mystery passenger?"
She just grinned in answer.
"You found her?" Jamie asked. "What happened? What's she like? Tell me everything!" Jamie was bouncing with excitement; it was impossible to be mad at them when they were that freaking adorable. Even if they were clearly on Rosie's side, it wasn't their fault Rosie was so persuasive.
"I may or may not have taken her for a test ride."
Jamie laughed. "No wonder Gauge is so annoyed. Is she worth his obsession?"
"Humans don't usually do it for me. But I have to hand it to him, she was fun."
"Hope you had enough fun to last you a while, ‘cause you're staying away from her now."
"Says who?"
"Me."
"And if I don't?"
"You will." I wasn't sure how I would enforce that, but Rosie and I weren't new to power struggles. I knew if I showed any sign of backing down, she'd take full advantage.
"Ughh," she groaned. "Why, though? It's not like you're having any fun with her. She doesn't even know you're there."
That wasn't fair, and she knew it. "Because I'm working!" I snapped back.
"And what's your excuse for the rest of the time?"
I didn't have one, but I couldn't admit that to Rosie. "It isn’t the right time yet."
"And when will it be?" she challenged.
I paused a moment before answering decisively, "Tomorrow."
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"What's your plan?" Jamie asked.
"I'd tell you, but I don't trust Rosie to not interfere."
It was only half true. The bigger reason I wasn't willing to tell Jamie was because I didn't actually have a plan yet.
But it was fine. Tomorrow was my day off, so I had time to come up with something.
I moved toward my bedroom, but before I could get far, Rosie asked, "Are you sure you don't want me or Jamie to help you take the edge off tonight?"
It was tempting, but I didn't want to let her win. Besides, I was pretty sure it was going to take most of the night for me to figure out a plan.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"If you're sure," Rosie taunted. "More attention for me then."
I didn't have to turn around to know she'd pulled Jamie back to her. Jamie got off on being used and was incredibly eager to please. We shared them and sometimes our own bodies with each other, but tonight I wasn't going to indulge Rosie. I wasn't in the mood.
At least that's what I told myself as I shut the door.
Unfortunately, the door wasn't thick enough to block out the whistling moans coming from the other room. I was starting to regret my decision, but I was too stubborn to let Rosie win. Instead, I continued to lie there, listening to their pleasure and thinking about my girl.
It was going to be a long night.