Joyce, Rebecca - Her Dirty Mechanics [The Men of Treasure Cove 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Mija, where are you?”

  Vanessa grinned and replied, “In the stock room, Momma!”

  It had been two days since her stay at Cove Auto Body, and though Brice and Carter were reluctant to let her go, it was Peter who convinced them that she was a big girl and could take care of herself. Vanessa really didn’t know what to think about the other mechanic that worked with Carter and Brice. Peter Castillo was different, more harsh, just more everything. Her time with them was interesting to say the least, and since her return home, she barely saw Peter, though she dreamed of him almost every night. He watched her like a hawk, making her nervous. He was attentive yet reserved, and sometimes, she would catch him staring at her with a hunger so ravenous, she shivered. Hell, just thinking about him now had her pussy quivering.

  However, her thoughts of the dark and mysterious man would have to wait. Turning as she heard her mom walk into the stock room, Vanessa smiled. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

  “I was in town doing some shopping, and I thought I’d come by and see how you are doing. How are you, mija?” her mother asked, kissing the top of her head. Grinning, Vanessa stood and quickly hugged her mom. “I’m good. Better actually.”

  “Really, what has happened?”

  “Apparently Mr. Summerfield decided he didn’t want to close my store after all.”

  “Did he contact you?”

  “Not really. I haven’t been able to get in touch with him, so I am going to continue on until he says otherwise. I’ve talked with some of the other folks who are in the same situation, and we’re all in agreement. Until the new landlord says otherwise, we’re staying open for business, which is good news. That and I’ve started seeing someone,” Vanessa said, clearly, but muttered that last part. She wanted to shout it to the rooftops that she was seeing Carter and Brice, but she wasn’t ready for the Spanish Inquisition her mother was known for when it came to the happiness of one of her children.

  Vanessa loved her mother, truly she did, but her relationship with the two men was new and exciting, and she just wasn’t ready to divulge any details yet, let alone the fact that she was dating two instead of one.

  “Good,” her mother replied, apparently not hearing her mention seeing someone. Sighing in relief, Vanessa continued unpacking boxes. The rest of the morning, Vanessa, with her mother’s help, finished unpacking the boxes and filling the racks. She loved it when her mother helped. Maria Sanchez knew organization.

  After they filled the last rack, Vanessa smiled and surveyed her store, “Damn, Momma, we do good work.”

  “Language, mija,” her mother chastised gently. “Come, I will by lunch and you can tell me all about this man you are seeing.”

  Sighing, Vanessa hung her head as her mother chuckled, heading for the door. She should have known better. It didn’t matter how old her mother got, the woman’s hearing was like a hawk. Resigned to sit through the Spanish Inquisition, Vanessa grabbed her purse, locked up her store, and quietly followed her mother as her momma started explaining the rules of decorum concerning anyone who dated her daughter.

  * * * *

  She was hot, the heat unbearable. Her body felt as if was on fire. She moaned, tossing and turning, uncomfortable. A soft whisper in the darkness beckoned her, “Come to me. I’m waiting for you.”

  Lying on a bed in a darkened room, she slowly opened her eyes. A flickering flame burned from a candle ensconced on a leather wall. The scent of vanilla hung in the air. Her mouth watered. She heard movement and turned, watching as he walked in.

  He was here, with her.

  She smiled. Soon he was lying beside her.

  “I’m glad you came,” he said huskily, looking at her.

  Her body heated more as she whispered, “I am, too.” She dressed specifically for him in a low-cut, soft, pale-pink cashmere cardigan and tight black pencil skirt, complete with shiny patent black-heeled boots that tie up several inches above her ankle. He had come to her every night. Every night, she eagerly awaited his arrival, hoping to please him with something different as he taught her what he needed. He was strong, determined, bossy, and she liked him. She liked him, more than she was willing to admit.

  Yet tonight, seeing him, she wanted more. She playfully bit her lip, letting him know that she was anxious for his touch. Tonight was going to be the night. Tonight she had decided to give into him, wholly. He pressed down on the top button of her sweater until it sunk between her cleavage and rested upon her breastbone. He held it there, fondling the button with his middle finger, carefully trying not to touch her skin until quickened breaths cut the soft moan that escaped her lips. Satisfied by her reaction, he slowly undid the buttons and pushed the sweater aside.

  He smiled when he found her unlined lace corselet, her nipples standing erect with excitement. He enticed her with the warmth of his breath while grazing his bottom lip against her nipple. Her back arched feeling the moist heat, trying to bring her breast closer to his mouth for greater affection. He breathed in her perfume and said, “You smell delicious.”

  “Only for you,” she moaned.

  Using a button from her sweater, he lightly circled her areola, teasing her as he watched her nipple harden. The abrasion of the lace and button against her hardened tip made her moan out loud as she ground her hips into the bed. Her reaction clearly pleased him, and he did it again, this time harder. She gasped and reached out to touch him, grabbing his shirt. He stopped playing with her and brought her hand back to her side. Lightly he stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips, running them up her arm. His touch was electric. Gentle yet invigorating, he enticed her to the point of madness.

  Returning his attention to her abdomen, his eyes, feral and determined, excited her. His eyes never strayed from her corset’s inlaid lace panels that accentuate her curves. A dainty band stretched around the middle of her waist, adorned with a bow.

  Obscured by the top of the skirt, she said nothing as he curiously looked to see how far down the garment went and slid his hand under it to find out. He felt where it ended abruptly where her hips turned into her upper thigh as he touched the unmistakable feeling of garter clips attached her stockings. Her lip quivered and chest heaved responding to his touch. He stood, getting off the bed to remove his clothing.

  She loved this part, him undressing just for her. Her heartbeat increased, her breaths rapid, as he danced the tango for her.

  Naked, he stood at the foot of the bed, grabbed the heels of her boots, and spread her legs wide. She bent her knees and sunk her heels into the bed, spreading them farther. Now nestled between her thighs, he rested the palms of his hands on her knees, squeezing and releasing her flesh with his fingers, moving very slowly, massaging up her legs until he reached the hem of her skirt.

  Eagerly she lifted her hips as he pulled her skirt up to expose the garters and Cuban silk stockings. He laughed and grabbed her waist to yank her skirt down. She helped, lifting herself off the bed as he aggressively removed her skirt, throwing it across the room. With one glance of her smooth, bare lips visible once her knees were back in place, his cock sprung forward, stiff and hard. Her pussy pulsed to the beat of her heart, dying to feel him enter her. He placed a hand on her right leg, forcing her leg open and down to the bed.

  With his left hand, he pressed his weight down on her knee, with his right positioned over her bare thigh. He startled her with the feel of the crack of his palm. Again, he smacked her thigh as she start to shake. A third and final spank, much harder than the other two, produced a flushed red area on her very pale thigh. Wrapping his fingers around the tip of his cock, he squeezed out a drop of pre-cum, rubbed it against the still-tingling area, and then blew on the wet streak he left.

  “Fuck,” she breathlessly panted as she reached down, cupping her breast and roughly squeezed twisting her nipple.

  He growled loudly as she moaned and fondled her breasts, pulling the left one out of its cup. After sucking on her finger, sh
e rubbed the wetness all over her nipple. It glistened in the candlelight of the dark room. She contorted herself, sucking her own nipple into her mouth, biting it and stretching it. He growled louder, rougher.

  Overtaken by the urge to delve his cock in between her lips and take her, he grabbed the inside of her thighs with his hands and groaned, trying to release some of his own tension. Her body shook, needing to come. With her slick pussy swollen, she reached down and started rubbing her clit in circles. Her eyes locked on him as he watched her pleasure herself. He started to stroke his cock. She pinched her right nipple as hard as she could, her moans deepened and became louder. When she started to take deep breaths and hold them, whimpering as she exhaled, he said nothing. She was close to coming. Ripping her hand away from her clit, he sucked her fingers into his mouth and tasted her desire for him.

  “Please, please,” was all she could say as the sensations of his mouth around her fingers drove her to the brink. “I need you.”

  “I need you more.”

  The feel of his cock as he pressed the tip against her opening had her mad with lust. When he grabbed her hips and brought them up, he thrust hard, going deep and as hard as he could. Her body froze, breathless. He filled her as she clenched the bedding with her fists. Her mouth open, her body tightened. She milked and released his cock as he left it there deep inside for her to savor.

  Feeling her wetness drip down her ass, she continued to manipulate his cock with her tender pussy. He slowly rocked inside her, in and up, taking controlled breaths until she squirted enough juice for him to feel it running down onto the bed sheets. The sound of his wet balls as they lightly slapped her ass filled the room with the music of sex.

  He lay down on top of her, his weight welcome as he begun to pound her cunt into submission. She came quickly and violently. Her body shook as she cried out, digging her fingers into his back. The pleasure he gave her was unrelenting, seemingly making every muscle in her body contract. Her orgasm made her pussy bear down on his cock as endless waves of spasms sparked inside her. He closed his eyes, trying not to cum, but she knew he needed to badly.

  As she exhausted a scream of completion, her body went limp beneath him. She tried to hide her face in the pillow as she softly giggled while trying to catch her breath. He smiled, seeing her vulnerability in this moment. Caressing the side of her face and softly kissing her, he pushed forward slowly, his cock moving in and out of her again. She felt another small gush erupt as she moaned. He was torturing her, dragging out his own release as he pleasured her.

  “Come for me,” she begged as he plunged into her again.

  “Not tonight.”

  “Why?” she asked, wrapping a leg around his waist.

  “Because you’re not ready,” he replied, and then bent down to bite her nipple. She arched against him as he plunged once more before he removed himself from her body. She cried out as his cock left her. “Where are you going?”

  He turned and smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here for you. All you need to do is trust me.” Before she could say anything more, he was gone.

  Gasping, Vanessa sat up in bed, panting heavily. Sweat beaded down her brow. Her body hot and overstimulated, she whispered, “I do trust you.”

  Looking about her room, she noted the sun shining through her windows. She was alone. It was only a dream. Taking a deep breath, she tried to get her emotions under control, but it was useless. Like the nights before, he came to her, pleasured her, and left. She didn’t know what to think, let alone do.

  Flinging back the covers, she chose to do nothing. She had better concerns that needed her attention, and dealing with her dreams was not a priority.

  * * * *

  That same moment, across town, Peter woke to a raging hard-on and an ache so deep in his heart the pain consumed him. He had been dreaming of her for months now, never getting close to her, until last night. She was more beautiful than he imagined, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Lying back against his pillow, he dared not try to dissect his dreams, because that was all they were, dreams. However, taking a deep breath, he could smell her perfume as it lingered in his room. Quickly looking around, he saw nothing out of place. Everything was as he left it. Yet he smelled her.

  Rubbing his hands over his face, he groaned, “I’m losing my mind.”

  He didn’t have time to think about her. He needed to start his day, and finish it. Getting out of bed, he did just that, forgetting his dream lover.

  Peter had just entered the kitchen when he heard someone knock at the front door. Grumbling, he walked through the living room and flung the door open.

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Peter said dryly.

  “Hello to you, too, my friend. Are you going to just stand there gawking, or are you going to let me in?”

  “I’m still deciding,” Peter replied, looking angrily at the man before him. “You caused a shit storm around here. Do you know that?”

  “What else is new? I cause trouble everywhere I go. Why should this place be any different?”

  “Because you fucked with the wrong person this time, Tristan. You bought Vanessa’s store out from under her, and I had to do damage control. You’re lucky Brice and Carter aren’t here, because if they were, they would beat you to a pulp. Why are you here anyway?”

  “What? I can’t come see a friend?”

  “No. Cut the bullshit, and tell me the truth.”

  “Fine, I heard you were looking for me.”

  Stepping to the side, Peter said nothing, letting Tristan in his house. Closing the door behind his old friend, Peter motioned for Tristan to sit. Sitting himself, Peter made himself as comfortable as possible when all he wanted to do was beat the living crap out of Tristan. Like all the times before, Tristan didn’t see that what he was doing was hurting people. His friend’s thoughts and feelings were singular in nature, which made him a cunning and devious businessman, but in the friend department, he sucked.

  “Why are you here in Treasure Cove, Tristan?” Peter asked, getting to the point fast.

  When Tristan didn’t say anything, Peter worried. It was not like Tristan to hold anything back from him. From childhood, Tristan confided everything to Peter. He knew all his friend’s secrets, even the ones Tristan tried desperately to keep hidden, so when Tristan didn’t say anything, Peter knew it was something big.

  “You know you’re gonna tell me sooner or later, so you might as well spit it out,” Peter coaxed.

  His friend looked him in the eyes and clearly said, “I’m buying the town.”

  “You can’t just buy a town,” Peter sighed, annoyed with Tristan. He admired his friend’s tenacity, but Peter wondered if Tristan hit his head or something, because no one man could just buy a town. Treasure Cove wasn’t a sack of potatoes at a store!

  “Oh, I can assure you that I can, and have bought a large percentage of this town. I already own the bank and several stores. I have purchased all the remaining land around the ranches, and I am currently working with a real estate investor about buying Starlight Pass.”

  “Starlight Pass is on top of a mountain. Are you buying the mountain, too?” Peter asked, laughing at the audacity of his good friend. When Tristan didn’t say anything and smirked, Peter knew the bastard already owned it. He shouted, “How the fuck did you buy a God damn mountain!”

  “It was pretty easy actually,” Tristan said calmly, too calmly for Peter’s nerves. He wasn’t telling him the whole truth. Tristan was hiding something, and Peter wanted to know what it was, and he wanted to know now.

  “Why, Tristan, why are you buying everything? And don’t tell me you have a hankering to be a rancher now, because I won’t believe you.”

  “Did you know that Treasure Cove and the surrounding area has one of the largest mineral deposits in the United States?”

  “You motherfucker!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Carter and Brice were heading
back from another car auction in Billings when Brice asked, “Do you think Peter was able to get Vanessa’s car finished?”

  “I hope so. She’s without transportation if he didn’t,” Carter replied.

  “You think she would mind if we were to stop by once we get into town?”

  “I don’t know. She’s been pretty quiet since she returned home. She hasn’t returned any of my calls.”

  “Mine either,” Brice whispered. “Do you think we pushed her to fast?”

  “I don’t know,” Carter sighed. “All I know is that she is the woman for us. Only she is so determined to stay single. I get it, too. For years, she’s done things and had to survive on her own. I guess having three men who only want to help her, love her, and make her life better is a little scary. We just have to go slow with her and let her know that she can trust us,” Carter advised.

  “You don’t think she is avoiding us because of her leg, do you?”

  “Probably,” Carter muttered softly.

  “I figured it was that, too. I just don’t know what more we could do to reassure her that her leg isn’t going to stop us. To me she is more beautiful than ever.”

  When Carter didn’t reply, Brice stopped talking and watched as the miles of road quickly passed him by. He wondered what she was doing, and if she was okay. He worried about her putting too much strain on her ankle, but knew she wouldn’t tell anyone if she was hurting. His woman was just like that, stubborn and determined to do everything all on her own. He admired that trait, he really did. He only wished that she would allow him and his friends to help a little.