His Mechanic (Hwy 69 Book 1)

by Peyton Cross

  She stood and offered Jason a pen to sign the bill when it slipped out of her hand, so she bent down to pick it up. She froze in her spot when she felt his finger run the edge of her ass and along her panty line, grazing the side of her cunt. She felt her pussy get instantly soaked.

  Oh my god.

  She stood up immediately, face flushed. “What are you doing?” She looked up at him and saw a look of primal possessiveness. He took a step towards her and the back of her legs hit the desk. The back of his hand slid over her breast making her nipple erect at the simple touch. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered in a deep gruff voice, “I’ll tell you what. If I find out your panties aren’t wet, I’ll pay the bill and leave. But if they are even a little wet in the slightest way then your all mine. No one will have to know.” He finished with a devilish grin, plastered on his sexy mouth.

  Her hand came up and landed on his biceps in an effort to push him backwards to give her some space. Looking up at him was heady; he was so gorgeous; Jason looked like he popped out of an H&M magazine with his square jaw, pouty lips, and bright eyes. And his hair! She wanted to run her hands through the dark tresses that almost reached the top of his shoulders. God only knew she needed it because her pussy was aching, and he wasn’t helping one damn bit. How the hell was she going to get out of this situation or should she even try to get out of it.

  She let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not wet because of you. Its California after all, you know. It’s fucking hot.”

  Jason grinned and challenged her. “Let’s find out then.” He guided her to the sofa to sit while he shut and locked the office door. He sat beside her and placed a large hand on her inner thigh. She watched as he inched his way up her thigh until he felt the band of her panties. She felt two thick fingers slip underneath her panties and run over her bare pussy. She was sopping wet, and the grin on his face told her she had just lost the bet.

  Oh god.

  Gabby sucked in a breath when she felt his thumb run over her swollen nub, flicking it back and forth. She bit down on her bottom lip and heard a growl in the back of his throat. His green eyes flashed wickedly, and within seconds he was peeling her shorts and panties off. He kneeled down on the floor and spread her thighs apart, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy. His thumb trailed the little black strip of hair that ended right above her clit. He gently rubbed her little nub in circles. A moment later, she felt the tip of his tongue flick her sensitive clit, forcing a moan to escape her throat. Oh god, now she could feel his finger gently swipe her pussy and her entrance; up and down and nothing more.

  “You're so fucking wet Gabby, and it’s not from the California heat.” His voice trailed over her, weaving his heady scent of musk.

  Her body instinctively bucked off the couch, wanting him to touch her more and his hands pressed her thighs back down to the couch. She felt Jason’s hot tongue lap at her pussy from bottom to top, and oh, it felt so fucking good. She didn’t give one shit at that moment that he was a stranger. She knew she would have to thank Holly later.

  “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?” His voice was deep and seductive.

  “God, yes.” She whispered. She curved and dug her nails into his shoulders wanting more.

  His thumbs parted her lips before gently rubbing her clit again. His hand slid up her stomach and grabbed one of her hands, bringing it down to her clit.

  "Play while I eat your pussy." He demanded.

  Gabby's hand started to move in circles on her clit like he asked and then she felt his warm tongue lapping her pussy like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth sucked her lips in as he lightly played and pulled. She pulled her fingers away, and his mouth sucked in her swollen nub. Her hips bucked off the couch.

  She felt a thick finger enter her and then another. His warm lips sucking on her clit and his two fingers pumped long and hard, sending her body into delirium and she could feel the first orgasm creep up on her.

  Jason pumped his fingers in and out of her, working deeper into a rhythm that matched the sucking of his mouth, which had devoured her clit.

  Her hands flew to her sides then to his hair, not knowing what to do. He curled his two fingers as he stroked her inner walls deeper and harder, and she yelled out in pure ecstasy as the wave crashed into her over and over again.

  “That’s it. Fuck my fingers.” He grinned as she pushed down harder and harder on his hand, riding out the orgasm that violently coursed through her.

  “Jesus! Fuck!” She screamed out. Gabby could feel his fingers slide free, and she felt so empty. She opened her eyes, and his mouth curled wickedly as he stared at her.

  She watched as he grabbed the hard length of his cock and rolled a rubber on, then slid the head up and down her glistening pussy lips teasing her. He pushed the tip in ever so slightly and pulled out and rubbed it up and down again.

  “Please, Jason. Put him in.” She pleaded.

  "Mmm. So fucking perfect." He groaned.

  She felt the tip slip into her again, and Gabby grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him in deeper. "Deeper!" She cried and then watched his lips curl into a smile as he plunged his entire length into her.

  “Oh. My. God.” She yelled as he thrust deeper and harder. Her nails dug into his back as he pumped her faster, and she matched his pace. She felt dizzy from the feelings that took over her body.

  Pure pleasure consumed her like never before. Her pussy walls clamped down on his entire shaft, not wanting to let go.

  His hand pulled her tank top and bra down, and he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, nipping and pulling as he continued to thrust deeper, sending her to the edge.

  Jason snaked a hand under her left leg, hiking it up, and his cock almost bottomed out as he completely filled her. His lips, mouth, and cock were marking her skin, claiming every ounce of her. He was in so deep when she felt herself explode and her body shattered into a thousand pieces. She felt the wave hit her again with every thrust and then she felt his body go rigid when he unloaded.

  She felt lightheaded, disorientation filling her every movement as he pulled out and they both tried to catch their breaths.

  “Jesus Christ. What the hell just happened?” She asked panting and laying an arm over her forehead. “That was incredible!”

  Chapter Four

  My god, where the hell did this feisty woman come from? The woman was all of maybe 5’2, hotter than hell and knew her way around an engine more than most of his friends. She had legs for days in those daisy dukes she wore, and that pussy was sweeter than hell.

  Jason took in a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts and control his breathing. His body was sheen with a layer of sweat and his hair a mess. He was still trying to convince himself that that actually just happened. He hadn’t had another woman in almost six months due to other circumstances in his busy life. He rested the back of his hand on his forehead and turned to look at Gabby. “My god woman, I could that with you all day.” He said, standing up and putting his underwear and jeans back on. He could see she was still trying to catch her breath. She sat up and slipped her panties back on and then slipped into her shorts. Her long black hair was matted but looked sexier than ever, and her eyes were hooded with lust. Fuck she was going to be the death of him.

  Gabby smiled. “That was amazing.” She tried to smooth her long locks with her fingers and finally pulled her hair back and pulled it back into a ponytail. He watched her walk over to a mirror that was on the wall and wipe her face clean with a napkin.

  “You look gorgeous, Abby.” He said, standing behind her. She turned and looked up at him. “No charge for the tires. You helped me with my problem, and I fixed yours.”

  He bent down and gave her a long seductive kiss. “Yes, you certainly did. Do you think we could do this again sometime?” He asked cocking an eyebrow, feeling hopeful. He watched as Gabby turned and opened the door walking out of the office into the garage.

  “I think what just happened was good and all
but more of a one-time thing, ya know.” She said, grabbing the keys and handing them to him. “I know nothing about you; you and Jason live in Santa Monica. For all I know you could be a mass murderer.”

  Jason laughed out loud at that last statement and then looked at her with a questioning gaze. He didn’t want to push her. “Can I at least buy you supper next time I’m in town?”

  She laughed a little. “You don’t give up, do you?”

  “Nope. Not when I meet a woman as beautiful as you.” He grinned, showing her a sexy dimple in his right cheek.

  “Sure. You have my information. Just give me a heads up first and don’t just show up in my garage next time you’re in town looking for a quick piece of ass.” She shot.

  “I’ll be back in town sooner than later trying to finish up the loose ends on this property deal.” He walked up to her and gave her a deep kiss. “Until next time my beauty.”

  Jason was back on the highway and headed towards Santa Monica. He had only driven through Cedar Heights to negotiate the purchase of three parcels of land that would make up the area the resort would sit on. He and his brothers would then start the development of the large resort just off the lake pending all purchases fell through. Round one didn’t go as smooth as he thought it would. The first two landowners were very receptive to his offer and had stated they would need a day or two to think about it. The last individual was a widow in his late 80’s, and he refused any amount of money that Jason had offered him. He wasn’t budging at all and Jason would have to figure out how to fix the problem. His mind wandered back to the images of Gabby writhing below him while he had finger fucked her pussy. She was so fucking erotic that she almost made him come on the spot just hearing her moan and gasp and beg for more.

  It has been way too damn long since he had fucked anyone. He was tired of playing the field and knew it was time to settle down. He also wasn’t getting any younger even though he was only 31.

  Jason pulled into his brother’s driveway and walked through the front door. “Hey, you home?” He yelled out and then heard his brother’s voice coming from the back yard. Steven Gauthier was only two years older than Jason. They took over their father’s development company when he had died suddenly last year from a heart attack. It was hard on all of them, but it also brought them closer together. All the Gauthier boys had worked with their father learning the business from a young age, and they were good at what they did. The only difference was that Steven would go to any length to get the job done, even if it hurt other people or if it was unethical. And Jason had a feeling that someone was going to get hurt in this deal he was trying to close down in Cedar Heights.

  He walked through the kitchen and onto the patio deck, which ultimately led to an expansive kidney shaped pool. He grabbed a seat across from his older brother who sat at the patio table with a newspaper in his hand.

  “So how did it go? Everything settled?” Steven asked, setting the paper down and taking a drink of his beer.

  “Pretty sure we have the two landowners sealed. Will know for sure in a day or two, but landowner three is going to be an issue I think.”

  “How so? You obviously didn’t offer him the right number.” His brother said with a tone of annoyance.

  Jason leaned back into the wicker chair. “He’s an 80-year widow that doesn’t give a fuck about money. What he does care about are the memories of his wife in that house.”

  Steven looked at Jason and mulled over his words. “We have a schedule to keep so make sure it’s fucking dealt with. We can’t afford this deal to not fall through. We’re talking about 20 million here if everything works out.”

  Jason palmed the back of his neck and assured his brother. “I get it, man. I’ll deal with it. I always do.” He watched his brother look at his watch and then frown.

  “Why are you so late? It’s after seven. You should have been here hours ago.”

  Jason smiled to himself. “Flat tire. Got held up at a garage.”

  Chapter Five

  Gabby parked her truck and hopped out, leaving the window rolled down for Lou. “I’ll be right back. Just gotta grab some milk.” She said to her golden retriever and giving him a quick pat on the head before turning and heading for the doors. She watched Mr. Peters struggle with his grocery bags, so she ran up and grabbed one from his arms.

  “Let me help you, Carl.” She said, smiling at the older man.

  “Thank you, sweetie. My car is right there.” He pointed to the old blue Buick.

  He opened the back door and placed the bag down on the seat and took a breath. Gabby laid the second bag beside it and noticed Carl’s hand on his chest. “Are you alright, Mr. Peters? Do you want to sit down for a second?”

  He pushed her away with a fragile hand and looked at her. “It’s this damn heat. It’s going to be the death of me.”

  Gabby looked at the man. Carl had to be close to his 80’s now. He had lived alone on the edge of Cedar Lake on the other side of town his entire life. His wife had passed away close to six years ago now, and it was devastating to the town. She was loved by everyone. She would fill the Church with her beautiful voice every Sunday as she sang in the choir. Gabby’s parents had been good friends with the Peters, so she knew Carl well. His bark was definitely bigger than his bite.

  “Yes, it’s a hot one today for sure. How are you managing at the house alone? Does anyone give you a hand out there? Does Frank come out to see you?” She asked, leaning against the Buick.

  Carl sat in the front seat and blasted the air conditioning. “He tries. He came out last month, but he lives in the valley now, so it’s a long drive for them.” Gabby felt a pang in her chest for the old man. No parent should be left to fend for themselves in their old age.

  “You have my number, right?” She asked arching an eyebrow.

  He patted her on the arm and smiled. “Honey, of course, I do. You never mind about an old man. I can handle myself just fine.”

  Gabby bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “You’re so damn stubborn, Carl. You call me, you hear. We’ll make it a dinner date.” She feigned a stern look and then winked at him, making him smile and then wave her off.

  “That sounds good, Gabby. Thank you for helping.” He replied and shut the door. She patted the top of the car and watched him drive off.

  Gabby grabbed the essentials that she needed and started back to her place. It would be nice to just relax at home tonight she thought to herself.

  “HEY, BIATCH. I BROUGHT some Pinot Noir.” Holly said, walking through the hallway. Lou assaulted her as soon as he saw her. She almost lost her balance and fell on her ass. That’s what she got for wearing five-inch pumps.

  “Lou, stop that. Go lie down.” Gabby pointed to his large bed in the living room.

  “Hey, Holly. What are you wearing? You would think we live in downtown Las Angeles.” She laughed and then turned and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and set them on the counter. Holly poured them each a glass, and they both got comfortable in the living room. Holly and Gabby had been friends since pre-kindergarten. Nothing got in their way, and they could always count on each other. Holly had even warned her about Nate with her suspicions, but Gabby just didn’t want to believe it. But Holly had been right in the end.

  Thursday nights were reserved for their date nights’. Holly would come over, and they would catch up and watch old romance movies. She had been Gabby’s crutch since she left Nate and since her parents had passed.

  “Hey, I love fashion, and I don’t give a shit if I live in a redneck town or not. I will never leave the house without my pumps. So...spill girl. How big was his cock? Is he a keeper?” Holly asked, taking a sip of her wine.

  “You’re such a slut.” Gabby laughed and then looked at her friend. “Big! He certainly knows how to use it and his tongue. Oh my god!”

  Holly laughed out loud and took her heels off then tucked her feet under her legs in an effort to get more comfortable. “Well, are you going to see h
im again?”

  She tucked a strand behind her ear and turned on the television. “Probably. He wants to take me out to supper next time he is in town. But honestly, I’m not going to keep my hopes up. He lives in Santa Monica. That’s a hike and a half.”

  “What does he do?”

  “He’s a developer. He and his brothers are buying the land on the other side of Cedar Lake to build some kind of resort.” She explained then took a sip of her wine.

  Holly’s eye perked at the information. “Oh, he has brothers. I smell a double date. You’re going to have to hook me up. Their probably filthy rich.”

  “Whoa, there, girl. I don’t even know if I’ll see him again.” Gabby didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she hadn’t felt like this in a long time. She hadn’t even felt like this with Nate, but she didn’t want to jinx's herself and ruin what hadn’t even happened yet. If it was meant to be, then it was meant to be. She was a huge believer in fate, and she was lonely. She was only 21, and when she lost her parents, she was 19 years old with only Nate and Holly for support. Now Holly was her crutch. She could definitely use a man around the house, but she knew it would only happen when it was supposed to.

  “We’ll see. I’m not going to hold my breath that’s for sure.” She finished and focused on the movie they had just put on.

  Chapter Six

  A week had blown by in record time. Steven and Darren had just finished selling one of their developments in Bel Air for an insane amount of cash. It was hard work, but it certainly paid off large. Steve ended up hosting a huge party at his house to celebrate the sale of the state of the art condo. 14.5 million to be exact. Yeah, they were living the high life for sure. When Jason had arrived at his brother’s house, there had been all of their close friends and women everywhere. The pool was full of tits and ass, and the music blared.