by Aria Cole
Under Her Hood
Aria Cole
Aria Cole
Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
First Epilogue
Second Epilogue
Under Construction: A Blue Collar Romance
Also by Aria Cole
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Under Her Hood
BY
ARIA COLE
Copyright © 2016 by Aria Cole
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Editing: Aquila Editing
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Introduction
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!
Chapter 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 Bo
dy, 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 short 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.
Oh Jesus, Sadie. Get it together.
“I don’t let it get to me,” I uttered, my eyes focused on his. His own eyes watched my lips form the quiet words.
“I know you don’t,” Jackson muttered, leaning a little closer, his nose dusting the shell of my ear. My stomach flipped, my knees weak with every one of his movements. “Thing is, Sadie, I can’t get you off my mind.”
My fingers clutched at his steely forearms. His other hand weaved down the dip of my back, fingertips sliding just under the waistband of my jeans, making contact with my skin.
Jackson husked in my ear, “I’m bringing you home with me tonight and every night after.”
Chapter Two
JACKSON
“I keep imagining the taste of you on my lips.” My fingers slid a little farther down the waistband of her jeans, those sexy fucking jeans that hugged her enticing curves, leaving me with a throbbing hard-on all day as I watched her work.
“Jackson,” she gasped, her eyelids fluttering closed. She was so fucking sexy, so innocent, so completely fucking made for me I couldn't believe I finally had her under my hands. It’d been torture watching her these last few weeks. I even had a moment where I thought it was a mistake to hire her. A girl in the shop was one thing. A sexier-than-hell one was a whole other deal.
“The way you’re rockin’ your hips makes me think you want my tongue on you,” I growled when I slipped my hand farther inside and found her ass cheeks completely bare. “You’re wearing a thong, Sadie?”
She shook her head wildly..
“And this is?” I groaned, palming the flesh of her ass cheeks in my hand. So fucking sexy. My cock was rock hard and begging to cum deep inside her.
“Nothing… I wear nothing.”
I couldn’t see straight, certainly couldn’t think straight after that. My lips crashed against hers as I lifted her against me. We careened against a wall, my hand supporting both of us as her lips parted and our tongues tangled together.
“Watching you bent over a car every day for the last six weeks has been fucking hell,” I snarled, nestling my cock at the hot, wet source of all my of fantasies.
“I wondered why you gave me a dirty look every time I walked into the room.”
“That wasn’t a dirty look, baby. That was pain. You make my cock so fucking hard I could pound nails.” Her breathing sped up, her hips rocking wildly until I spun us around, laying her across the hood of the car we were supposed to be fixing. “I’ve been dreaming of this pretty pussy since the second you walked into my garage.”
My fingers stroked across the seam of her jeans—hot, damp arousal burning my fingertips and sending my brain into a frenzy. I pressed, rubbing around, where I imagined her clit was, dreaming of the time I’d get my lips on it. Our lips crashed together, her hands in my hair, running circles across my scalp before she tugged on the strands.
“So fuck me then,” she purred, eyes riveted on mine in challenge.
“Jesus, don’t tempt me, gorgeous.” I trailed my tongue up her neck, imbibing the scent of her, desperate to see her crash in waves of pleasure on my hand.
“Since when are you so polite?” she teased.
I narrowed my eyes, my cock aching like it never had before, until I pushed a hand down the waistband of her pants and made contact with the searing flesh of her pussy. She arched and moaned, her fingers clutching the flesh at my shoulders.
“Oh God…harder.”
“You’re a sweet little surprise, aren’t you?” I husked, speeding my fingers until I felt her thighs tensing around my palm.
“Oh my God…” she whispered desperately, her fingernails digging into my biceps. I slid my tongue past her lips, catching her groans before her muscles quaked and she came in a torrent around me. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to control myself as I watched her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, stifling little moans I was desperate to hear.
“That’s it, Sadie, give it to me.” I eased my fingers out, letting her come down from her release. “I want all your orgasms from here on out.” I fucked her mouth with my tongue, showing her how much I wanted her, how desperate I was to feel her, how she made me lose control like no one else ever had. “Got that?”
Her eyes fluttered open, her mouth curving in a small grin. “I got that, boss.”
My eyes flared, my nostrils sucking in the sweet scent of her cum before I pulled a hand from her pants and thrust it between my lips. “Sweet as fucking candy, Sadie.”
A blush crept up her cheeks before she straightened her hair, sliding up to a sitting position with her knees tucked between us.
“Ready to get to work?”
Her eyes shot open, wider than hubcaps, before she slid off the hood of the car. “I’m ready.”
“Good.” I smacked her on the ass, a cocky grin burning up my lips. “I like you ready for me.”
Chapter Three
SADIE
My heart slammed against my ribcage as memories of his hands caressing my skin danced through my head. Jackson’s touch was fire, a raging inferno that consumed my body and my mind. When he touched me all sense of reason evaporated into thin air and all I wanted was more--more heat, more sensation, more Jackson.
I had so little experience with men, but melting under his possessive fingertips had come shockingly easy. I was a certifiable tomboy. Men weren’t often on my mind beyond the passing glance, a nod or an eye roll, depending on the day, but the way Jackson looked at me…like he wanted to eat me, I craved it. I felt alive when his eyes darted across my body. I felt like a woman, som
ething that was tough to come by somedays when I was covered in oil and dirt.
I leaned over the hood of the car and with a final twist of a bolt, dropped the wrench on the workbench and stretched. All the muscles in my back ached. My shoulders and neck cramped from leaning for the last few hours. I trailed out of the garage, headed for the main office. I was still hoping if it was slow I could get a spare hour to work on my car. I hated relying on friends for transportation.
“All set.” I pushed through the office door, not at all surprised to find Jackson alone, sitting behind his desk. But I was shocked beyond belief to see his throbbing dick in one hand.
“Oh.” Air puffed from my lungs as my eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous, creamy tip of his thick erection.
Jackson’s eyes flicked to mine, held for a minute, before his grin turned up recklessly. “Wanna take a seat?”
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, thinking I would do more than that. I locked the door and crossed the distance between us, dropping to my knees as I reached him and taking his cock into my hand. “I wanna taste you.”
A virile groan released from his chest before his muscles slackened and he leaned back in the chair, eyes flicking across my face as I hovered at the tip, a shiny drop of pre-cum waiting for me.
“Been thinkin’ about sliding my dick past your lips since the first time you smiled at me.”
A small moan escaped my throat, my body flushing with desire, and I slid my lips down his cock. The way his body trembled and his hips jerked with the first touch of my lips sent arousal flooding between my legs. Jackson was one very good reason to wear panties to work. I’d have soaked jeans all day if he kept doing things like that to me.