The Mechanic (Working Men #1)

by Ramona Gray

  I wanted to cry but instead I rubbed at the skin under my eyes and tried to think past the headache. I needed to find a second job.

  Maybe you could do prostitution as a second job?

  My survival inner voice had been replaced by my usual inner voice. I wished she had stayed away. She was a judgmental bitch and I was already feeling horrified by what I had done earlier.

  Leave me alone, I thought wearily.

  I’m just saying. You seemed to enjoy it so much with that dirty mechanic, why not see if you can make a little money from it. Get your furnace fixed, maybe get some food in your belly.

  I tuned out the bitchiness. I didn’t want to think about having sex with men to avoid freezing to death. Besides, just because I’d finally had an orgasm with a man, didn’t mean it would always happen now. Jack Williams might have made me come, but there was a huge difference between letting a man stick his fingers in my pussy and fucking them for money.

  I had zero sex skills, something that Isaac had reminded me of every single time we had sex, and I couldn’t make money from something I sucked at.

  All you have to do is lie there and spread your legs.

  Survival inner voice was back, and she sounded annoyed. She had a point but Jesus, going from the richest family in town, to letting the local mechanic finger me to get out of paying a bill, was a hard pill to swallow.

  The knock on my window scared the hell out of me. I screeched like a banshee and grabbed at my chest. The neon lights from the bar made it easy to see who it was. I stared at him like an idiot until he said, “Unlock the door, Princess.”

  Moving in a daze, I unlocked my door and Jack opened it and bent down. “What are you doing out here?”

  “I’m on my break.”

  “Good timing,” he said. “Come with me.”

  He took my hand and pulled me out of the car. I stumbled in my heels and he caught me with a heavy arm around my waist. I didn’t object when he palmed my ass and squeezed it. “Fuck, these shorts are too small. Everyone can see your fucking ass.”

  I shrugged. “Part of the uniform.”

  I was shivering, and he scowled. “C’mon.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “My truck.”

  I followed him to his truck. My head still hurt and when Jack opened the passenger door of his truck, we both clearly heard my stomach growl loudly. I pressed my hand against my abdomen. “Uh, sorry.”

  He boosted me into the truck. “Move to the middle.”

  I slid over on the bench seat and he climbed in behind me and sat on the passenger seat before slamming the door shut. I started to slide toward the driver’s side and he made a low sound of disapproval. His arm was around my waist again and he pulled me back against him. I twitched when he cupped my breast.

  “Where the fuck is your bra?”

  He sounded pissed off and I gave him a quick glance. “I make better tips if I don’t wear one.”

  “I don’t care,” he said. “Wear your fucking bra when you’re in that shithole.”

  I pushed his hand off my breast. “What do you care if I wear a bra at work or not?”

  “Because I don’t want any of those assholes seeing your nipples,” he said. This time he stuck his hand down my top and cupped my naked breast. His big hand was warm and rough, and my back arched when he pulled on my already hard nipple. “They’re for me and only me.”

  “Since when?” I said.

  He pinched my nipple. “Since now.”

  He pulled his hand out of my top – fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling? – and leaned down to pick up something from the floor of the truck. It was a lunch bag and he opened it and pulled out a plastic container.

  “Eat.”

  I blinked at him. “What?”

  “Eat this. It’s soup.”

  He took the lid off and my stomach growled again as the smell of beef drifted to me. Oh God, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had meat. A spoon was placed in my hand and I ate eagerly. It was beef barley soup and I think I was making small moans of happiness as I ate, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I was overwhelmed by how fucking good it tasted.

  I ate the entire container of soup in record time. When I was done, Jack handed me an apple. I ate it just as quickly and then drank the bottle of water he gave me. By the time I was finished, my headache was already starting to fade and the ache in my stomach was gone.

  “That was so good. Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re welcome. How long is your break?”

  “I have another fifteen minutes. Are you going to eat?”

  “Yes.”

  I looked on the floor of his truck for a second container. “I don’t see your soup.”

  For some reason that made him grin.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m not eating soup.”

  I stared blankly at him. I felt like I was missing something but didn’t have a clue what it was. “You don’t like soup?”

  This time he laughed, and I could feel a blush crossing my cheeks. “Why is that funny?”

  “Because the only thing I’m gonna eat in this truck is your little pussy, Princess.”

  He cupped my head and kissed me. His tongue immediately pushed at my mouth and I parted my lips and let him in. He groaned his approval and I arched into his hand when he cupped my breast and squeezed it.

  I tried to stop him when he tugged the front of my tank top down, freeing my tits to his hot gaze. He tucked the material under them and pushed my hands away. “Stop, Princess. I want to see the tits that belong to me.”

  “They don’t belong to you.” I glanced nervously out the windshield. He had parked at the far end of the parking lot but that didn’t mean people couldn’t just come walking by and see me with my boobs out.

  “They do,” he said. He cupped my breasts, lifted them and squeezed them before bending his head and sucking on my nipples. Like before in his office, lust immediately flooded my body. Oh my God, how the hell did he know exactly what to do? Exactly the way to make me feel nearly crazy with need.

  His hand was already unbuttoning my jean shorts and I tried to bat it away. “We can’t do this right here.”

  “Yes, we can.”

  “No, we can’t,” I argued. I have to be at work in twelve minutes and anyone could walk by and see us.”

  “Let them. Then they’ll know who you belong to when they see me eating your pussy,” he said as he pushed me onto my back on the truck seat. He held me down with one hand on my flat stomach and yanked my jean shorts and my thong down with his other hand.

  I squealed and kicked and tried to grab my shorts as he pulled them down my legs. He growled and grabbed my wrists with one big hand before wedging his big body between my legs. My shorts and thong dangled from one ankle, my tank top was still shoved under my breasts and I was trapped and completely helpless.

  “Jack! You can’t do this right here! There are people in the… oh my fucking God!”

  Jack had slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up before burying his face in my pussy. His hot tongue licked my slit before he nibbled on the lips of my pussy. I stopped fighting and spread my legs as wide as I could in the cramped quarters of the truck.

  He raised his head and grinned at me. “That’s my good girl. You like having me lick your pussy, Princess?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Please, I want more.”

  He grinned and kissed the patch of curls at the top of my pussy. “Now normally I would take my time, make you beg me to cum, but since we’re on a time limit, I’m just gonna suck on your clit until you’re cumming and screaming my name. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds good,” I panted. “Really good.”

  He laughed and buried his face back in my pussy. He gave my slit another couple of licks and explored my wet hole for a few seconds before doing what he promised. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked.

 
Shamefully, it took less than two minutes for me to scream his name and climax all over his face. My body shook as pleasure roared through me, making my skin tingle and my nipples stand out in hard little points. He licked my pussy lips, cleaning away my cream as he reached up and played with my tits, rolling my rock-hard nipples between his thumb and his finger.

  When he sat up, I continued to sprawl on the seat of the truck, my tits and pussy out for anyone to see. He wiped his face off with the inside of his shirt and rubbed the inside of my thigh as he stared at my pussy. “Princess, your little pussy tastes so sweet. I’m gonna eat you out every fucking day.”

  I was in an orgasm-induced stupor, so I just stared at him as he hooked my shorts and thong around my other foot and then pulled them up my legs.

  “Hips up, Princess.”

  I tried to raise my hips. My legs were still shaking, and he laughed and leaned over to kiss my flat stomach. “You cum so hard, baby. You’re making up for all the other times you couldn’t, huh?”

  “I – I guess,” I whispered.

  He dragged my shorts and panties up around my ass and did them up for me. “Sit up. You’ve got four minutes before your break is up.”

  I sat up and he squeezed my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard again. He pulled my tank top up and studied the way my nipples poked against the cotton material.

  “See that, Princess? That’s why you need to wear a bra to work.” He pinched my nipples through the material, making them stand out even more. “I don’t want anyone seeing how hard your nipples get.”

  “Then stop pinching them,” I mumbled.

  He laughed and yanked my tank top down before sucking and licking at my nipples again. It was starting to make me hot again and I clutched at his dark head as I arched my back.

  “Uh-uh,” he said before pulling away and straightening my shirt again. “You need to get back to work, Princess.”

  “Right, work,” I said. “Uh, thank you again.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  As he opened the door to the truck, the cold air brought me back to my senses a little. “Wait. You didn’t – I mean, I’ve come twice now, and you haven’t…”

  He gave me a dirty little grin that sent fresh wetness to my panties. “Don’t you worry about that, Princess. Before the night is over, my dick is going to be balls-deep in that tight little pussy of yours.”

  Chapter Five

  Jack

  For the next four hours, I sat like a love-struck idiot in that shithole of a bar and watched Lily work. She was a terrible waitress. I lost count of how many times she nearly dropped a drink, and she had to write every damn drink order down on a little notebook. Dale and the other waitresses treated her like shit. The fourth time that little bitch Judy deliberately ran into her, I waited until she was scurrying past me before calling her name. She stopped immediately and leaned down until her tits were practically in my face.

  “Hey, Jack,” she purred. “It’s good to see you, sexy. You don’t usually come by the bar.”

  “Because it’s a shithole,” I said.

  She laughed. “It sure is. You’re in the Ice Queen’s section, but she can’t waitress worth shit. Why don’t you let me get you a drink? What do you want?”

  I crooked my finger at her and she leaned down even closer before smiling at me. She smelled like cheap perfume and desperation and she had something black stuck in her yellow teeth.

  “I want you to leave Lily Carson the fuck alone,” I said. “I see you being nasty to her or knock into her to deliberately try and make her spill a drink one more time, and I’ll tell Dale how you’re skimming off the till.”

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. It had been a guess on my part that she was stealing from Dale, but apparently it was a good fucking guess.

  “You asshole,” she muttered.

  “That’s right, I am. You gonna leave Lily alone or not?”

  “What the fuck do you care about the Ice Queen?”

  “Her name is Lily, not Ice Queen, and it’s none of your fucking business. You gonna be nicer to her, or do I need to have a long chat with your fucking boss?’

  “Fuck you, Jack. You’ve always been a dickhead, you know that?” She straightened and glared down at me.

  “Yeah, I know. Play nice with your coworkers, Judy, or I’ll get your ass fired. Oh, and you got shit in your teeth. You might want to floss.”

  She flipped me the bird and I grinned at her like the prick I am. She stomped away toward the bar, but I noticed she gave Lily a wide berth as she passed her. I took a drink of beer and held my temper when some guy in a fucking cowboy hat and a leather vest, slapped Lily’s ass when she stopped at his table with a tray of drinks. She jumped like a startled deer, nearly sending the tray of drinks crashing to the floor, and the asshole cowboy said something to her that made his friends laugh like idiotic loons.

  Lily flushed bright red and shook her head before setting the drinks down in front of them. They paid her, and I watched as the cowboy held out a bill. Fucking cheapskate was giving her a goddamn dollar tip. My anger was rising, and I clenched my hand around my glass when the cowboy deliberately dropped the dollar as Lily reached for it.

  Even from here I could see the flash of anger cross her face. My small grin disappeared when she bent anyway to pick up the dollar from the floor. When the cowboy grabbed a handful of her ass, I was on my feet and crossing toward them.

  She had already straightened and knocked his hand away by the time I got there. She took one look at my face before grabbing my arm. “Jack, don’t.”

  “Don’t what? Don’t bash this fucking asshole’s face in for touching what’s mine?” I said in a low voice.

  “He’s drunk and being stupid.” She held onto my arm in a death grip as I stepped closer to the table.

  “I’ve sat here all night and watched you manhandle my woman.” I leaned over and rested my big hands on the table. The cowboy gave his friends a quick look before grimacing nervously.

  “I didn’t know she was yours, man.”

  “Well, she is. If you fucking touch her again, I’ll break every bone in your hand until you’re screaming like the fucking little cunt you are. You got me?”

  “Yeah, I got you,” he said.

  I wanted to roll my eyes at how quickly he was showing me his belly. Instead, I said, “Give her a proper tip.”

  “What?”

  “Jack, it’s fine.” Lily tugged on my arm. “Go back to your table and I’ll -”

  “Hush, Lily,” I said. “This asshole has been groping you all night and giving you dollar tips. I think he needs to show his appreciation for your hard work, and I think he fucking agrees with me. Isn’t that right, asshole?”

  “Yeah,” he said. He pulled a five from his wallet and I shook my head.

  “Try again.”

  He reached for a ten and I bared my teeth at him. “Try. Again. Asshole.”

  He pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to Lily. “Uh, here you go. Thank you.”

  “Take it, Lily,” I said when she just stared at the bill.

  She took the bill and shoved it into her apron. I straightened and smiled at the cowboy. “Smart move, dickhead. You gonna touch my woman again?”

  “No, Sir,” he said.

  I gave him one final hard look before returning to my seat. Lily followed me and stood next to my table. I cupped her firm thigh and squeezed it.

  “Jack, what are you doing?”

  “Keeping those dickheads from touching you while I wait for you to get off work.”

  “Why are you waiting for me?”

  “I think we discussed why during your break, Princess.”

  Her face turned red again and I grinned wickedly at her. “Go back to work, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

  * * *

  The minute I walked into Lily’s trailer, I knew why she’d spent a good ten minutes after her shift arguing with me a
bout coming here. The place was even worse on the inside. Oh, she had tried to make it homey – there was a brightly-coloured blanket thrown across the back of the lumpy couch, a vase of fake flowers sat on the gouged and worn coffee table and there was a picture of her with her parents sitting beside it. It was clean enough, but the fucking thing was falling down around her ears and it was freezing inside. I turned and studied the hole in the window next to the door. She had patched it with a piece of wood and a shitload of duct tape, but a kid could have knocked the wood out with minimal effort.

  “What the hell happened here?” I pointed at the wood-covered hole.

  “Uh, that was there when I moved in. I think the previous renter forgot his key and broke the glass so he could unlock the door from the outside.”

  “You need to get it fixed.”

  “I know.”

  “Call your fucking landlord. This shit isn’t your responsibility.”

  “I’ll get it taken care of.”

  “Oh yeah? How long you lived here now?”

  She pressed her lips together, her slender body shivering in the cold.

  “How long, Princess?”

  “A while.”

  “You need to get your shit together. I know you’re used to having your daddy around to clean up your messes, but he can’t do much from prison.”

  Her face paled and I could see her blinking back tears. I immediately felt like a piece of shit.

  Hell, I was a piece of shit.

  It’d been a real dick move to bring up her old man but Jesus, anyone could break into her goddamn trailer and rob her or rape her. My stomach clenched, and I pulled her into my arms. She tried to pull away and I kissed her forehead.

  “Sorry, Princess.”

  She blinked at me in surprise. I was surprised myself. When the fuck did I start apologizing for stupid shit I said? I made it a policy not to apologize, otherwise I’d spend my whole goddamn day doing it.

  “I’m being a dick, but it’s dangerous to have that hole there. Anyone can break in.”

  “I know,” she said.

  “So then call the landlord.”