The Mechanic's Princess

by Jenna Rose

  The Mechanic’s Princess

  Jenna Rose

  Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose

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  About the Book

  Chase’s life was just running smoothly until the rich, city-girl walked into his shop. Her car needs a quick fix, but Chase isn’t about to let her get away that easy – not until he’s given her a good inspection and taken a look under her hood.

  But there’s a big problem standing in his way; Nicky’s already engaged. But Chase isn’t about to let that stop him. As a mechanic, he solves problems for a living, and even if it’s a rocky ride, he’s up for the challenge.

  I ratcheted up the heat on this one! Get ready for a dominant, possessive alpha mechanic who sees what he wants and goes for it. Watch out that your Kindles don’t overheat ;) Don’t forget the BONUS STORY at the end!

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  Contents

  1. Chase

  2. Chase

  3. Nicky

  4. Chase

  5. Nicky

  6. Nicky

  7. Chase

  8. Chase

  9. Chase

  10. Chase

  11. Nicky

  12. Chase

  13. Nicky

  Epilogue

  14. Princess

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  1

  Chase

  “Holy sweet Jesus, would you look at the legs on that mare?”

  I slide out from under the car I’m working on and glance out into the yard where Tucker’s looking.

  “Dayum,” he remarks as he looks out of the garage. A spark of anger flares in my chest automatically. He’s a smug, horny bastard, and I already know he’s got his eyes on some chick outside, but I have to look anyway. When I lay eyes on her, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

  A bombshell blonde strutting toward us like a model walking down the runway. She looks like she belongs in a magazine, not at some dumpy garage in Greenville. Her golden locks spill down her shoulders and all I can think about is sliding my fingers between them, pulling hard and crushing her lips to mine. I feel a race of heat shoot straight to my power center as I picture her face twisting in pleasure beneath me.

  She’s wearing heels – heels! And a black pencil skirt that clings perfectly to every one of her flawless curves. Tucker may be a prick, but he’s right; her legs are incredible and go all the way up to a wide pair of hips that make me think of one thing: making babies.

  I may not know shit about fashion, but I know enough to be able to tell that she’s not from around here. She looks like someone who should be palling around with millionaires and socialites, not strutting around this dinky little town. It’s painful just how out of place she is here, so painful it almost pisses me off.

  As I get to my feet, she spots me and we lock eyes, and I feel like I’ve been hit in the gut with a line drive from David Ortiz. I have to check myself as my mouth hangs open and the throbbing between my legs starts to hurt as my bulge strains against my jeans.

  I can’t believe it; I feel like I’m back in high school again – those days where your dick just didn’t listen to you? Yeah, that’s how I’m feeling as I watch her approach, my eyes sweeping down her body to land on her heels. What I wouldn’t do to have those ankles wrapped around my neck. I’m not even a foot guy, but I’d suck her toes if she asked me to.

  I may have just laid eyes on her – shit, I haven’t even talked to her yet – but I’m feeling possessive as hell. No girl has made me feel this way in well…ever. I’m not a dog; I don’t just run around town looking for pussy, so the fact that I’m this smitten over her has me completely off balance.

  Tucker steps towards her, a shit-eating grin on his face as he glances back at me, causing her eyes to move to him. I growl as he heads for her. The bastard’s new here and thinks he’s some kind of metrosexual pimp or something. He plays the part of a “nice guy” to perfection, and it somehow works on these girls, because every weekend he’s got a different story of some new chick he got into bed.

  I, on the other hand, am one of those “jerks” that girls always talk about. Maybe it’s because I’m gruff, blunt and don’t put up with their bullshit. Or maybe it’s because there are no real men around anymore these days, and meeting one scares them.

  Either way, I’m not about to let Tucker run his game on this one. Not a chance. I stride quickly up beside him and flick him hard in the balls, catching him just right and causing him to crumple to his knees.

  “Tag, you’re it,” I grin as I walk past him.

  “Oh, you son of a bitch!” he groans back.

  Her scent hits me first – some kind of designer perfume that I don’t know the name of and don’t care either. Her lips are plump and full and I have to fight the urge to grab her and claim her right then and there. Shit. What is this girl doing to me?

  She lets out a soft, nervous laugh and tilts her head down. I realize I’ve been staring, my eager eyes drinking in every detail of her body. I want to pin her down and sully that pricey outfit she’s wearing, cover it in the grease and dirt that I’m coated in and make an absolute mess out of her. I wonder what her rich friends would think when they saw her like that.

  “Wore the walking shoes today, eh?” I remark, glancing down at her delicate feet wrapped in her candy-red heels.

  “My car broke down out on Route 8,” she says, twisting a heel in the dirt. She’s nervous. I’m scaring her. “A bunch of smoke started coming out of the hood and it just sort of stopped.”

  She means steam of course. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and unless her car’s engulfed with flames, she probably ran out of radiator fluid and the engine’s overheating. But girls don’t know shit about cars, so I let it slide.

  I wonder what she’s doing in this town anyway. Passing through probably, on the way to New York or Boston to meet her investment-banker parents or her trust-fund-baby boyfriend. It’s no wonder she’s nervous around a guy like me.

  “Did you check the coolant level?” I ask her.

  She bites her lip nervously and shrugs innocently. “Is that like…the gas?”

  “No,” I chuckle. “It’s not. Come on.”

  I head for the tow truck and motion for her to follow. But she just stands there awkwardly, looking around like she needs her daddy’s approval to come with me.

  “Look, princess, do you want a ride back to your car or not?” I ask her gruffly.

  “I—princess?” she stammers.

  “The day’s a-wastin’,” I tell her as I hop in the cab and start the engine. To get her moving, I throw the thing in gear and roll slowly ahead, causing her to jump and race over to the passenger side and slide in. Her skirt slides up, giving me a glimpse of the soft skin of her inner thighs and I feel my cock jerk with desire.

  “So it just needs some coolant?” she asks as I pull out of the parking lot and head toward Route 8.

  “We’ll see,” I tell her. “Might have some serious engine damage depending on how long you ran it hot for.”

  “And…if that happened?”

  “Then you’re gonna have to leave it at the shop overnight,” I tell her. “At least.”

  “Ugh,” she groans. “That…that can’t happen.”

  “Oh? Got
a date for the opera?” I tease her, licking my bottom lip as she looks up at me, her eyes blazing with beauty that hits me right in the chest. My lust for her is overwhelming. Just the thought of Tucker running his nice-guy game on her makes me ball my fist at my side. She may be royalty, but I’d treat her like a whore; I’d show her everything that those prim and proper suits would never do with her. I’d wake up every morning and treat her how she deserves to be treated and have her screaming my name in ecstasy.

  “It’s just up here,” she says, pointing. I realize I’ve barely had my eyes on the road; I’ve been driving like they do in movies where they just look at each other the entire time and somehow never get into an accident. When I finally slow the truck and pull over, I have to laugh.

  “A Bentley? You let a fucking Bentley overheat, princess?”

  She scowls at me, which only makes her cuter. I hop out, pop the hood and hold my hand over the engine; it’s practically molten. I glance back at her, unable to hide my amusement.

  “What?” she asks indignantly.

  “Nothing. I’ll get her back to the shop.”

  She waits outside and stands there like a goddess, watching me as I hook her car up to my truck. I’ve never towed anything worth as much as my house before. We get back in the cab, and as we head back to the shop, I’m praying there’s some engine damage. That way she won’t be able to leave.

  I try not to make it too obvious that I’m checking her out on the drive home; I don’t want to scare her away. She’s probably already terrified. Compared to the lawyers and bankers she pals around with, a rough country boy like me probably seems like a barbarian.

  I pull her car into the garage and hop out. Tucker whistles with approval at the Bentley, and I take a step toward him, flicking my fingers threateningly for another tag. He bucks back like a scared dog, grins and vanishes into the office.

  “So?” she asks impatiently. “Can you fix it?”

  “I can fix anything, sweetheart,” I tell her as I pop the hood for a closer look. “Including that resting bitch face of yours.”

  “W – what?!” she stammers

  There’s nothing wrong with her engine; all it needs is some coolant. But I’m not about to let her go that easy.

  “Yeah, looks like you’ve got a blown head gasket,” I lie. “Gonna need to keep it here a few days.”

  I don’t know how I’m saying all of this. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but this princess has my head spinning and my body aching. I just can’t help myself.

  2

  Chase

  “You can’t be serious,” she says, rummaging through her ridiculously large purse, most likely for her phone.

  “Serious as a pregnancy scare,” I tell her. A blush rises in her cheeks and my desire for her deepens. I’m practically foaming at the mouth over here.

  She finds her phone, glances up and holds it out to me.

  “Do you have a charger?”

  “Wow, princess. No charger, an overheating car,” I shake my head. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to be prepared?”

  “Oh, you wanna be my daddy now?” she snaps with a sharp tongue that makes my dick twitch.

  “I could certainly teach you a few things,” I tell her as I tear a slip from the wall and grab a pen. “Name?”

  “N – Nicky,” she tells me. She’s flustered.

  “Okay, princess,” I muse. “I’ll order the part and it will be here tomorrow or the next day—”

  “No, that won’t work,” she says quickly, as though she owns the place and she’s my boss.

  “It’s gonna have to.”

  “Then can you let me use your phone to call one of the other shops?”

  “Listen, princess,” I tell her, my eyes on her plump breasts as her chest starts to rise and fall with frustration. “I know that in whatever big city you’re from, there are probably a thousand shops with a thousand guys ready to go out of their way for you, but here in Greenville? We’re the only game in town.”

  “Great,” she says, glancing behind her at the fading light. “Can you take me to a hotel?”

  “Hotel? We’ve got one inn in Greenville,” I say. “And last I heard, they’re booked up. I can give them a call though and see.”

  I make my way to the office and she follows behind. Compared to the stench of grime and grease, her sweet perfume is like heaven. I can barely control myself as I imagine how she’d smell up close with my lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck.

  I grab the receiver of the office phone and dial the inn as she sits down in the chair across from me and crosses her legs, an adorable scowl on her face. By the way she’s sitting, I can tell she’s got an ass on her. If only I could lift that skirt up and bury my fucking face in it.

  “Hello?” a voice from the receiver says cheerfully. It’s Amanda, the receptionist.

  “Hey, Amanda!”

  “Hey, Chase! What can I do for you?”

  “Do you have any rooms available for tonight?” I ask, praying she says no.

  “Sure!” she replies, causing my anger to flare. “Would you like a single? A double?”

  I hesitate. Nicky’s still sitting across from me, her long legs on full display. I’m boned up so hard I’m actually starting to ache as the teeth of my zipper dig into my dick. She looks like royalty sitting there. Who the fuck does she think she is coming to my town and acting like she owns the place? I bet she’s used to men bending over backwards for her. I’ll be happy to worship her body day and night, but I’m not going to play her game.

  “All booked up?” I say, acting disappointed. “That’s too bad.”

  “No, I think you didn’t hear me!” Amanda replies quickly. “We’ve got rooms—”

  “Damn, that’s too bad,” I interrupt, trying not to smile as Nicky shifts in her chair and starts to huff and puff. “I was trying to book one for a friend. Thanks anyway, Amanda!”

  “Wait, Chase—”

  I quickly hang up. It’s a dirty little trick, but I don’t care. I’m not some servant boy she’s going to just boss around and get what she wants.

  “Great,” she says with exasperation. “What am I supposed to do? Sleep in my car?”

  “You can’t do that,” I shake my head. “We keep the car in the shop and we lock the shop at night.”

  “So just let me stay in my car and—”

  “No, the owner would never allow that,” I tell her. I am the owner, but I need an excuse to get her to stay. “Too many things you could get into – the cash, the receipts, there are liability issues.”

  “Do I look like a thief to you?” she asks indignantly. “And I’ll waive any liability issues, just show me where to sign.”

  “Can’t do it, princess,” I tell her, getting to my feet and coming around the desk. From this angle, I get a face full of her mouth-watering cleavage. I’m literally about to bust and I haven’t even touched her yet.

  “But what I can do is be a gentleman.”

  “Oh? How are you going to do that?” she asks.

  “I’ll open my door to you and let you stay with me tonight.”

  “What!?” she gasps as though I just told her I was the Zodiac Killer. “With you?”

  “It’s not the Ritz,” I tell her as I shut off the office lights behind me, causing her to jump and follow. “But it’s better than sleeping on the street – especially in that outfit.”

  “I am not—”

  “Tucker!” I shout, but there’s no response. It looks like Tucker’s already gone home for the evening. Probably another date.

  I turn and drag my eyes up her body again, letting them linger for a moment on her hips. They’re begging for it – perfect breeding, baby-making hips. It’s something I haven’t ever thought about until now, but I’m holding a white-knuckled fist behind my back as I fantasize about claiming her and making her mine.

  “Last chance, princess,” I tell her as I move toward her. She backs away like I might bite h
er (and I just might). I back her out of the garage and thumb the close button behind me. The service bay door groans and shuts behind me.

  “Come with me, or sleep on the streets. Or maybe under a tree and hope it doesn’t rain.”

  I grab my keys, unlock the truck and glance in the rearview to see her standing there, arms crossed over her buxom chest, anxiously chewing her lip. I pop the button on my jeans, providing a tiny bit of relief, but it’s not enough; I won’t be satisfied until I have her. Finally, she curses under her breath and gets in beside me.

  “Good choice,” I tell her as I start the engine and drive off.

  We sit in silence the whole way home. I guess she doesn’t know how to make conversation with a guy like me. I don’t know shit about her world – stocks, trust funds, flights to the Caribbean or whatever. The sun’s completely down when I pull up to the house and park. I hop out, and like a valet at her favorite restaurant, I go around and open her door for her.

  Goddamn those legs. I’m practically drooling as she swings one out of the truck.

  “We’re not having sex,” she says quickly, making my lip curl into a savage smile. “Just so you know.”

  “Sure,” I nod. “I’ll play along.”

  “What does that mean?” she snaps, following me up the steps to the house. I unlock the door and turn to her.

  “It means just what I said,” I tell her. “But you wouldn’t have come back here with me if you didn’t want it.”

  “Didn’t want it!?” she protests, following me inside. “You gave me no choice!”