by Cole, Aria
“That’s plenty of time.” I crooked a grin, pushing her pants down her thighs then yanking down my zipper.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. With my hands at her thighs, I hoisted her up on my hips, the tip of my dick seared by the hot, wet flesh between her thighs.
The smell of sawdust was quickly cut with the scent of her beautiful pussy, soaked and ready for me.
“I need you, please, Stone.” She gripped at the edge of some scaffolding, her ankles locked behind me.
“Mm, if I didn’t know better, Mrs. Garrett, it would look like you stopped by for a lunchtime quickie.” I slid my cock between her damp lips, hovering at her entrance as I teased.
“Maybe I did.” Our lips connected again, our tongues twisting as I pushed myself into her.
Soft groans fell past her lips as her cheeks warmed, her chest lighting up in a fiery shade of red. “Jesus, I think you were made for me.”
I slid a palm up her torso, devouring every inch of her as I shoved into her a little further. My hand reached her breast, slowing kneading the flesh and plucking at the faint outline of her sweet little nipple. Her moans urged me on as I thrust, bottoming out in her decadent body.
“Fuck, baby.” I fisted her hair in one hand and arched her head back. I tugged, and her eyes flared as a moan escaped her throat. “This fucking body craves me. It wants my lips.” I kissed around her ear. “My tongue.” I ran my tongue up the column of her neck. “My dick.” I ground my pelvis against hers. She wrapped her arms around me, ran her palms up under my shirt, and clutched at the skin, digging her nails deep and pulling. A groan hissed from between my teeth from the pain.
“Fuck me, Stone. Hard,” she growled, and it went straight to my balls. Tingling and burning with the need for release, I tried to keep a handle on the impending orgasm as I swiveled my hips and plowed into her. I hit the end of her, banging once, twice, over and over, as she breathed profanities in my ear. Watching her like this, while I was owning her body, was like watching a wild animal losing its mind a little. The rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of us, out of control as we took each other. My mind shot off to a whole other galaxy when I was buried inside her sweet pussy.
“I love taking you like this,” I said through clenched teeth as her nails dragged across my torso, down my sides. The burning sensation had my back arching. I bit back the pain and focused my energy into her. Drilling into her, tunneling into her body and fucking her hard, just like she wanted it.
“When you fuck so hard…so deep... It seems like I can feel you everywhere. “Only I can fuck you the way this sweet cunt likes it. Hard, deep and fast. My little bird likes it rough.” I circled my hips and launched into her from a new angle. “No one can fuck you like I can.”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” She arched, and I tugged on her nipple with my teeth as her pussy exploded around me. Waves of pleasure washed over her body, sweat dampened her skin; her heels curved into my ass. With my jeans around my thighs, I slowed slightly to take in the pleasure of her pussy pulsing around my cock. I hit my rhythm and then exploded inside her. Hitting her to the end, jerking my hips as I filled her, my head thrust back as my balls emptied everything that had built up since I’d last had her.
Like molten lava, my blood began to slow as the waves of my orgasm ebbed. She threaded her fingers in my hair and ran her nails around my scalp softly. I dropped my head into her shoulder and sucked in the sweet smell of our lovemaking. I nipped at the soft flesh covering her collarbone as I supported her head with one hand fisted in her hair. Damp and tangled, a wild fucking mess, just like I liked her.
I eased out of her, enjoying the slow drag of my cock against the hot walls of her pussy.
She sighed, her feet dropping to the floor. “That was amazing.”
I tucked my cock back in my jeans, shaking my head and gracing a kiss across her lips. “You’re amazing.”
I pulled her pants up her thighs, then straightened the locks of her mussed hair, dragging a thumb across her flushed cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
She sighed, locking her hand in mine. “I think you need your eyes checked.”
“My eyes are perfectly fine. It’s you that does this to me.”
I planted a kiss on her knuckles as we walked back out of the door we’d come through.
“Thanks for lunch, babe.” I grinned, stopping in front of my truck and giving her one last kiss before I saw her again in a few hours.
“Thanks for the orgasm,” she giggled, opening the door of my heavy-duty pickup and climbing in. “I really like driving your truck. I think I look good in it.”
“Mm…” I grasped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the seat and nestling between her legs. “You look even better with me inside you.”
“You’re a cad, Stone Garrett.”
“You’re the one that stopped by for a quickie!” I cupped her cheek with my hand and pushed my tongue past her lips.
The guys were filtering back to the site now, a few catcalls carrying on the wind, but I ignored them.
I had my girl, which meant I had everything.
BONUS EPILOGUE
Paige - twenty-five years later
My baby was getting married.
My only son, leaving me. Since the moment they’d announced their engagement, I’d been slightly beside myself. He was only a baby in my eyes; he should be traveling the world, focusing on his job, getting experience, making some real money.
“Paige, she’s a good girl.” My husband’s arm wrapped around my waist. “When you find the one, you just...know.” Stone whispered at our son’s wedding rehearsal, trying to soothe my rattling nerves into submission.
He was right.
I knew Maggie was wonderful, she looked at my sweet boy like he was her sun and moon. She was good for him. Grayson had been a little sad before Maggie, set adrift before her, and now, she was his center.
“Maggie is amazing. I’m fortunate that she loves him the way she does. They’ll take care of each other, but he’s so young. 25! He’s still a baby.” I tried my best to chase the frown from my face for their sake.
“Paige, it felt like a damn lifetime before I found you. They’re lucky they won’t be wasting any precious years. And if you think he is young, she is only nineteen. If Connie was getting married at that age I would kill the fucker.”
I laughed at Stone’s protective tone. He didn’t have a problem with his son getting married that young, but God forbid if any man looked at his Connie. He’d already scared off every boyfriend our daughter had brought home since she was sixteen. She got wise quickly and stopped bringing her date home after too long.
“Connie is picky. She wants someone just like her Daddy. Those are pretty big shoes to fill. I don’t think you need to worry about her getting married anytime soon.”
Stone chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “Little Bird, you don’t get it do you? Grayson found the spitting image of his mother. He had a strong example of what a life partner should be, he was just lucky enough to find her early.”
In that moment, words of wisdom carried on his lush lips, I looked at my husband, really looked at him.
In the twenty-five plus years we’d been together, his hair had grown silver, his laugh lines a little deeper, and his hands more calloused and rough than they’d once been, but one thing remained the same. Stone Garrett, my wonderful husband, was still my match in every way. The man who made my heart beat, who put a smile on my face every morning and kissed my eyes closed at night leaving me with a sense of peace, thankful for the beautiful life he’d given all of us.
“I love you, Stone.”
“I know.” His lips dusted my temple. “I know because every damn day you give me breath. One look at you and I know that my life is perfect because I have you beside me. The way I figure it sweetheart, if our boy is half as lucky as me with his wife he is winning the game of life. There has been nothing in this world
that has made me whole like you and our kids.”
With that admission tears started rolling down my cheeks and I grabbed my handsome husband and right there kissed him with all the passion in my soul.
It was the same feeling I’d felt all those years ago.
Stone Garrett was fucking sexy as hell and I wanted him to bang my brains out against the wall.
“We can go home soon right?” I winked at my handsome man.
“Yes, yes we can, Mrs. Garrett.” His gravelly voice sent shudders rolling against my skin. “Just so you know I’m hard as a fucking rock and I’m dead-set on pounding this sexy pussy all.night.long.”
Another shiver by Stone swallowed me whole, my mind looking forward to the rest of the night with the man that still lit my soul, and my body, on fire.
My husband.
THE END.
UNDER HER HOOD
ARIA COLE
Sadie McGuire took the mechanic job at Fox Motors because there were no other options available, and working on cars is the only thing she knows how to do. But a bossy, growly, alpha-asshole of a boss isn't something she bargained for. Neither is the way he makes her panties damp with one stolen glance. Now it's just a matter of getting through the days without spontaneously combusting under his hard gaze.
Jackson Fox hired sweet little Sadie for one reason: she was sexier than hell when she begged him for the job in those skin-tight blue jeans. The fact that she's talented under the hood of a car is just icing on the cake. But now he can't get the sexy, smart-ass blonde out of his head. Or his garage. There's only one option left—to scratch the sexy little itch that's been plaguing his fantasies, or risk losing his head--and his business.
Warning: Under her Hood is a forbidden romp in the backseat of a classic muscle car—sensual curves, hard edges, and steamed up windows! When Jackson and Sadie come together sparks fly--rev up the engine because this is one wild ride with a sexy mechanic you won't forget!
ONE
Sadie
“Sadie fucking McGuire!” My best friend whipped around, eyes leveled on me. “You didn’t tell me your boss was all kinds of fuck-hot!”
“Well, considering he’s an asshole, I guess I wouldn’t say that.” I climbed out of the car and gave her a small wave. “Thanks for the ride to work. I swear I’ll have my car fixed today, then no more rides.”
“It’s okay.” She winked. “I like the eye candy around here.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sure when I’ll be home. If you can’t find me, you know I’ll be here working on Lucy.”
“Think you can score me the boss’ number, too?” She leered.
I laughed with a shake of my head. “I’ll do my best.”
“Grow your hair out, put on some lip gloss—men like lip gloss. Makes them think about kissing you.”
“I don’t want him kissing me!” The truth was, I had thought about Jackson Fox kissing me, a lot. My hand involuntarily reached up to my short blond bob, fussing with it like I always did when I was uncomfortable. I’d never wanted long hair, short and sassy matched my style, but more importantly it was convenient. Suddenly I was thinking about Jackson’s strong hands tugging on my hair as he bruised my lips with strong, soft kisses.
“Whatever. Prude.” Ashley blew me a kiss as she backed out of the parking space. “Love you!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved her off before turning to go into the office.
I’d only been working at Fox Motors for a few weeks. I’d had to cajole the owner and boss, Jackson Fox, to give me the job. It wasn’t every day that a twenty-four-year-old woman walked into an auto body garage looking for work. But I was good at working on cars. I’d been doing it for years alongside my daddy, and I knew damn well I could show these guys a thing or two.
My mom hadn’t been very pleased when I’d told her what I wanted to do. She’d said she didn’t want a grease monkey for a daughter, but I didn’t give a shit. I loved cars, I loved the sense of accomplishment in fixing something and bringing it back to life.
And after Daddy had died suddenly from a massive heart attack, it was the only thing I could bring myself to do. It felt like he was still with me. Being around cars was what my father and I had, and I never wanted to lose that. If I didn’t have my head under a car’s hood, I’d be hiding out in my room, depressed and dwelling on the loss of the only man I’d ever loved, the only man who’d ever cared for and protected me.
“Mornin’, Sadie.” Lowell, one of the other mechanics, greeted me.
“Morning.” I smiled. “Get that Charger purrin’ yesterday?”
“Purrin’ like a kitten. Manifold needed work. Took me a while to figure it out, but man it was worth it to hear her sing.”
“I bet.” I grinned, glancing at the cobalt-blue beauty parked in the front lot.
“Sadie.” My boss, Jackson Fox, nodded as he came into the office.
“Hi.” I looked away, feeling the intense dark eyes eating me up. Jackson had that way about him…that thing that drew women in like flies, had them flipping their hair and dropping their panties with just one crooked twitch of his sinful lips.
No wonder Ashley wanted his number. If I were a different girl, I would, too. But I wasn’t the kind of girl men like Jackson went for. I avoided makeup most days, wore torn jeans, and kept my head down. Being a female in the auto industry meant I had something to prove. No way would I be the girl that dates the boss. I could just picture the guys snickering and saying how I fucked my way into a job, never mind that I was dedicated and amazing at it .
Not my style.
Chrome and leather, the smell of oil, and the weight of a wrench in my hand were my style. I knew I needed to work twice as hard to show these guys that I was the real deal.
“Slow day today.” Jackson’s voice vibrated with a deep timber. “Frank, can you take the oil changes? Got a chassis rebuild I want Sadie to work on with me.”
“A rebuild? Me? What?” I asked, shocked. I’d helped my dad on a few engine rebuilds over the years, but never a chassis.
“Time you flex those muscles. Said you had experience, right?” Jackson’s eyes cut to mine, holding me suspended in his intense gaze. How the hell would I get anything done working alongside him?
“Yeah, I just haven’t worked on the chassis before.”
“It shouldn't take more than a few hours,” Jackson murmured, tossing a pile of paperwork on his desk before turning to the crew. “Sadie and I will be in the back garage if you need me, guys.”
I swallowed, wondering what in the hell I was in for today.
I hated when Jackson singled me out, and he seemed to do it a lot in front of these guys. I didn’t know if I was being too sensitive, but it felt like he was testing me, like he couldn’t believe a girl would out-wrench a group of guys.
I knew I had the skills to prove him wrong, I just had to contain the erratic beat of my heart when he was next to me. It was hard to focus when Jackson Fox walked into a room. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood up, goosebumps pricked across my skin when his eyes landed on me, and that voice. Sweet lord in heaven, that voice was nothing short of sinful in the way it made my stomach coil and burn.
But I did have something to prove here, if not to him then certainly to myself.
No way would I let a man like Jackson Fox throw me off my course. I had dreams of opening my own body shop some day—McGuire Auto Body, after my dad. Working at Fox Motors was a priceless learning experience—picking up on the business side of fixing cars was something I didn’t know how to do—but I was determined, and that had to count for something.
“You ready to get dirty?” Jackson came around the corner of his desk, fixing his gaze on me.
I sucked in a quick breath. “Always.”
“Good. My kind of woman.” His lips twitched. “Now let’s get under that car.”
I followed him out the office door and to the back of the garage.. The way his long legs carried him across the lot was nothing shor
t of intriguing. The faded jeans hugging his hips and the broad cut of his shoulders with those massive biceps stretching the thin white cotton of his T-shirt were a mouthwatering distraction.
I wasn’t sure why in the hell Jackson was working hands-on with me—until now he’d spent most of his days in the office handling scheduling and paperwork. But now he was here. With me.
What in the hell was I thinking?
My brain would short-circuit the minute he leaned over and asked me for a screwdriver.
Nothing about this job was easy, but working alongside Jackson Fox would make it almost impossible. I could only hope I didn’t make a complete ass out of myself and get fired by the end of the day.
We stepped into the garage, my nerves on high alert already, before he turned, piercing me with his intense fucking eyes that stole all the breath in my body.
“Sadie…” The way his tongue curled around the word had the effect of his mouth fucking my name. My stomach fell into a dark pit, my nerves crawling with arousal, my thighs aching to shift back and forth to relieve the pounding desire between them.
“Yes?” I finally breathed.
Jackson took a step closer, his eyes burning up the contours of my face before settling on my irises. One hand rose, his thumb and finger brushing across my temple. “I hope you don’t mind I pulled you today. I wanted to have some one-on-one time with you.”
My heart ratcheted another dozen notches, no thoughts in my mind, only the urge to throw myself into his arms and taste his lips. “Oh…kay.”
My brain ceased to function. It died a painless death right there on the floor of that garage.
“It can’t be easy, being the only woman in the garage.” His eyes trained on my lips, one hand settled at my neck, his thumb dragging across the hollow of my throat.
Oh Jesus.