In Need of a Tow

by Vivian Vincent

  Once we were inside, he carried me up to his room—our room—and made love to me for the first time as his woman. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and I felt truly loved for the first time in a long, long time.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Several weeks had gone by since my divorce and I was happier than I had been in years. Brian was a wonderful man and adapted quickly to a woman living in his house. Although we spent a lot of time in bed learning about each other physically, I realized beyond that, we didn't know much about each other. One morning at breakfast I decided I wanted to know more about the man who’d stolen my heart.

  "G'morning, darlin'." Brian kissed me in greeting as he entered the kitchen, same as he did every morning. "What's for breakfast?"

  "Your favorite, scrambled eggs with onions and cheese."

  He filled his plate from the pan on the stove. "I knew there was a reason I loved you so much." He sat down across from me at the table.

  "You know, you bring up a very good point, Brian." I had a serious look on my face.

  "I do?"

  "Yes. Why do we love each other? I mean really, what do we know about each other besides being great in bed?"

  He looked at me with a puzzling stare then turned serious. "What are you getting at, Kathy?"

  I quickly tried to change the mood. "Oh, no Brian, don't get the wrong idea, I just want to know more about you. I love you so much, yet I don't know much about you or your life before I was in it."

  "Okay, you had me worried there, woman! But there really isn't much to tell. My mom died of cancer when I was nine and it's been me and my dad ever since. He's had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. He's always said mom was his one and only—his soul mate—and he couldn't even imagine being married to anyone else." He gave me a warm smile and my heart skipped a beat.

  "He opened the garage shortly after mom died. I started learning how to fix cars and helped him out around there until he could hire some mechanics. I took shop in high school, which was pretty much inevitable, graduated with a C average then took some schooling to get certified as a mechanic so I could work full time for him. After awhile, the guy who drove the tow truck started missing a lot of time and arriving really late for his runs, so I took over that job. That's pretty much it. How about you?"

  Looking at him I realized he hadn't shaved yet this morning and the shadow of beard stubble made him look even sexier than usual.

  "You should grow a beard."

  "What?" He rubbed his cheek. "Oh this, sorry, I haven't shaved yet this morning. But hey, don't change the subject."

  "Well, what do you want to know?"

  "What did you study in college?"

  "Accounting!" I said without hesitation. "Yeah, boring I know, but I've always been good with numbers so I figured I could put it to good use. I did the books for Bill's company when it first started out, but once it became the huge company it is today, he hired a whole team of accountants and pretty much didn't need me anymore." I could feel the rapid beat of my heart as he continued to gaze lovingly at me. "So what else do you want to know?"

  "Tell me about your family, you know, your mom and dad, any brothers and sisters?"

  His smile faded when he saw the sad look on my face.

  "My parents were on vacation in New York City on nine eleven when the first plane hit the World Trade Center." I paused to take a sip of my coffee. "I'll never forget that day; watching all the destruction on television and knowing my parents were in there somewhere, but were never found." I swallowed back a lump in my throat. "I received a call that morning from them saying how beautiful everything was and then I heard the screams and the phone went dead—" I trailed off feeling tears well up in my eyes.

  "I'm sorry, Kathy, I didn't mean to bring up painful memories. You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to.” He leaned over the table, wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed my cheek softly.

  "No, it's okay. I haven't talked about it in awhile. I don't really know what happened or how they didn't get to someplace safe." I heard my voice break as the tears flowed harder now. "I only know they were listed with the missing and I don't think their remains were ever found."

  Brian got up and pulled me into a comforting embrace. I cried in his arms for quite some time until I composed myself and pulled away from him. He kissed me and wiped my tears. "I'm sorry, I’ll never mention it again. I didn’t know. I feel really bad—”

  I put a finger to his lips. "It's all right, Brian. How could you have known? It's hard for me to talk about, but you wanted to know so I told you."

  "I'm almost afraid to ask this now." He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Do you have any siblings?"

  I kissed him again and we both sat back down. "I have one brother I haven’t seen in about twenty years. He's five years younger than me and married his high school sweetheart as soon as they graduated high school. She didn't like my mother so she kept him at a distance from the family. He never argued or put up a fight. I think he lives somewhere in Minnesota or Montana or somewhere, not really sure. I figure if he can't take the time to keep in touch with his family because of her, then I don't need to take the time to contact him. I don't know if he even knows what happened to our parents."

  "You're amazing!" Brian beamed.

  "Why do you say that?"

  "You just are. I mean I can hear the love for your brother in your voice, but there's also bitterness toward him. It’s like you want to find him, but at the same time, you want him to come find you. I think it'll happen. With an amazing woman like you for a sister, how can he live with himself if he doesn't try to contact you eventually?"

  "Are you gonna shave today?" I reached across the table to caress his cheek. "I think it looks sexy and you should let it grow out a bit."

  He picked up his spoon, looked at his reflection, looked at me and then back at his reflection again. "Our kids are gonna look amazing; with your natural beauty on the girls and my ruggedly handsome good looks on the boys." He chuckled. I looked down at my plate and felt tears in my eyes again. "What is it? What's wrong?"

  "You mentioned kids— our kids." I heard my voice breaking again while I tried to fight back more tears.

  "Yeah, you're not too old to still have kids, Kathy. Lots of women have kids well into their forties.” With that I began crying harder. "What did I say, now?"

  "Oh it's not you, Brian. It’s just—I—I can't have kids and it's not because of my age."

  "I'm not really battin' a thousand today am I? First I mention your parents, now kids. No matter what I say, it upsets you. I'm such an asshole." He got up from the table and took his plate to the sink. The look of sadness on his face made my heart sink.

  Oh God, he hates me! What can I say to make him understand it's not his fault I'm so upset?

  I grabbed my plate and took it to the sink. Brian stared out the window, his hands rested on the edge of the sink. I put my plate on top of his then wrapped my arms around his waist.

  "How could you have possibly known any of this, Brian? I should’ve known these conversations would have come up sooner or later and I didn’t prepare myself. It's not your fault. I love you more than you'll ever know and I want you to know everything." I turned him to face me, taking his hands in mine.

  He looked down at our hands then into my eyes and I noticed he’d been crying also. I wiped the moisture from his cheek and kissed him tenderly, then took him by the hands and led him back to the table.

  "Sit down here, Brian, I want to tell you something.” He took a seat in the chair beside me and I poured us each another cup of coffee, wondering exactly where to begin telling him what I wanted him to hear.

  "The reason I can't have kids has nothing to do with age. I was still a virgin in college; I wanted to save myself for marriage. The guy I was dating respected that, or so I thought, until one night he showed up at my dorm drunk and really angry." I watched Brian as he sat and kept his gaze fixed on me, listening intently.

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nbsp; "I told him to go home and sober up, but he had other plans. Little did I know at the time he had two friends with him. When I closed the door in his face and locked it, his friends kicked it down. My roommate had gone for the evening and he probably knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have been there. He told me I knew what he wanted and he wasn’t leaving until he got it.

  "I was really scared and tried to call 911, but he ripped the phone out of my hand and yanked the cord out of the wall. I screamed, pounded and scratched at the wall. He hit me and threw me to the floor, but no one came to my rescue. He continued punching me in the face, chest and stomach until I passed out. After that I don't know what happened. Next thing I remembered, I was lying across my bed, my clothes were torn and I was bleeding from my face and hands, there were bruises all over me and it felt like I’d been split in two." I paused and let Brian absorb what I'd told him.

  "Bastard!" he said as he hit his fists on the table.

  "Brian, it's all right. Please, let me finish." I could see the anger in his face. "One of the girls who lived across the hall came home and saw me. She immediately called 911 and I was taken to the hospital. The police arrived shortly afterwards to question my neighbor.

  “When the police came into my hospital room I gave them the description of my ex-boyfriend and of his friends as well since I didn't know their names. All three of them confessed to raping me and eventually ended up in jail." I paused and saw Brian had his head down and he was trying to fight back tears.

  "That's how I met my Bill. He was putting himself through school for a business degree and took a job at the hospital to help pay the bills. He wasn’t really supposed to visit the patients, he was just a janitor, but he visited me two or three times a day and brought me flowers, too. I’d found out shortly after the attack I was pregnant." Brian continued to stare at the table.

  "Bill told me he’d support whatever decision I made regarding the baby. I’d decided to keep it, but ended up having a miscarriage. The doctors told me it was because of the trauma to my body from the rape and beatings. With further examinations and tests, they told me I'd never be able to have children.

  “He was so wonderful about everything. He helped me get through my ordeal. We fell in love and married six months later. Even though we'd grown apart emotionally and physically over the last few years, a part of me will still love him for what he did for me after all that." As I finished telling my story, Brian broke down in tears. He got and pulled me into another embrace.

  "I'm so sorry this happened to you. It doesn't matter to me if we never have kids, Kathy. I just want to be with you.”

  "All this crying has really made me sleepy, Brian, do you mind if I go lay down for a bit?"

  "Take all the time you need, hon. I'll clean up here and come join you in a few minutes."

  I wasn’t completely asleep when I felt him slip into bed beside to me. Just sensing his body beside mine drove me wild. I rolled over and kissed him passionately while one hand found his cock and began stroking it.

  "Someone’s not so tired anymore, huh?"

  "Make love to me, Brian."

  He kissed me gently and I reached between us to guide his throbbing erection into me. We fit together so well, you'd think we were actually made for each other. As I felt his slow thrusts in and out, I pulled him close and kissed him with one hand grasping his hair and the other grasping his tight ass. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him in deeper. Caressing his back and shoulders, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. We took our time and enjoyed each other. I could feel my whole orgasm looming and I told him to fuck me harder.

  I felt him push every inch of his cock deep inside me with deep, pounding thrusts. I clenched my muscles tighter around his cock. We both let ourselves go and had mind blowing orgasms.

  "You're amazing. Every time with you is better than the last." Still trembling, he rolled off me and turned to kiss me.

  He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He came out of the bathroom to get dressed and I noticed he hadn't shaved. "I think I might let it grow out for a few days," he said as he rubbed his cheek against mine. He finished dressing and kissed me good-bye for the day.

  I cleaned myself up and got dressed then went downstairs and popped in a movie. Even though it was one of my favorites, I couldn’t concentrate on it. My mind was on other things. It’d only been about an hour since Brian left and I found myself thinking I was starting to get into the same boring routine I was in during my last few years married to Bill. I didn't want that to happen again, so I headed out the door and drove over to Ron's Repair Shop.

  Ron looked to be around my age and there was no question Brian was his son. His hair was the same color, but much shorter than his son's, combed to one side and it was starting to show some gray. He also had green eyes, but they were a darker shade. He wore glasses and always had them resting on the tip of his nose instead of higher on the bridge where they belonged.

  "Hi Ron," I said as I walked in.

  "Hello, Katherine.” He looked over his glasses at me.

  He didn't seem too happy his son was living with a woman twice his age, but he tried to be nice because he knew Brian loved me and nothing would change that. I didn’t like him calling me Katherine, but I didn't correct him either. I let him do it since it was probably his way of expressing his discontent of my relationship with his son.

  "Is Brian out on a run?"

  "Yeah, he should be back in a few minutes. Are you having car trouble again?" His face softened a little and he smiled at me.

  "No. I was bored so I thought I'd go for a drive and I just kinda ended up here.”

  A man entered from the door immediately to the right of Ron, not from the garage, but from what I presumed to be the office. "Your books are a mess, Ron, how do you stay in business?" he asked curtly.

  "You just crunch the numbers John and let me worry about staying in business," Ron snapped back at him. John turned and headed back into the office muttering and mumbling as he walked.

  "I don't know about that guy. I gave him six months to straighten out the books and they're worse now than when he started."

  I saw my golden opportunity to get on Ron’s good side. "You know I majored in accounting in college, Ron.”

  His face brightened a bit as he looked at me. "You think you can straighten things out, Katherine?"

  "I can give it a shot. I'm sure I couldn't do any more harm if they're as bad as you say."

  He called John out of the office and told him to go home and not come back. "All yours.” He pointed over his shoulder to the office. I sat down at the desk and began looking things over. He was right, the books were a mess and it would take nothing short of a miracle to fix them.

  "What's my time frame, boss?" I considered he’d just hired me as his accountant.

  "Six months—and the name's still Ron." He pulled the door closed and left me to my work.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  It only took about four months to get the books straightened out instead of six and by then it was late September. Brian and I were more in love and happy as ever. We got to see each other all day long and when he didn't have a run and I got a break we ran out to his camper and fucked like bunnies. I'm sure the folks around us knew what we were doing, but we didn’t care. Work was getting done and there was no harm in “recharging" ourselves every now and then.

  I’d actually started getting a few other people who were interested in my accounting services also, thanks to Ron's word of mouth about the “miracle” I performed on his books. Soon, I had more work than I could handle and the small office I’d set up at home was too cramped. I needed to find a more permanent place yet still close to home.

  I drove through town one day and saw an old building between the diner and Rose's by the Road with a For Sale sign in the window. I turned into the parking lot and looked it over. Not too big, not too small, but looked perfect for what I needed. I jotted down the number an
d headed home. I wasted no time in dialing the number.

  I spoke with a man who told me the price for the building was fifteen thousand dollars, non-negotiable. I made arrangements to buy the building with some of the money my ex-husband had given me in the divorce settlement. I called Brian with the great news and he was more excited than I was about my new venture.

  Brian got home late that evening due to the weather conditions outside. It’d been snowing pretty hard for nearly three days straight. He ran upstairs to take a quick shower and change out of his work clothes. As I waited for Brian, I fixed a light dinner—sandwiches and chips—while listening to the hockey game on the TV in the living room. I was so grateful Brian respected my love of hockey. The Detroit Red Wings were playing the Colorado Avalanche in pre-season.

  The Red Wings were winning and I kept popping around the corner to watch the action. After Brian showered, he returned to the kitchen and suggested we eat in the other room so I could watch the game. Before I could answer, he set up two TV trays and came to the kitchen for the food. By the time we’d finished our dinner and gotten pretty comfortable, the Wings were way ahead and it was well into the second period. I rested my hand on Brian's thigh suggestively.

  Brian turned to face me and I leaned in and kissed him. I felt his swelling erection on my palm and without breaking our kiss, he repositioned himself so we could undress each other. I reached down and started stroking his cock through his jeans while removing his belt as we continued to kiss. Before I knew it, he had my jeans off and was working on getting my panties off as he took two fingers and gently slid them inside my warm wetness.

  He pulled my damp panties down to my ankles, over my feet and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply before throwing them on the floor at the end of the couch. I could smell the scent of my arousal on him when he kissed me again. He trailed kisses down my neck to my breasts. He gently nibbled and sucked each engorged nipple then worked his way down my body to claim his prize.

  I threw one leg up over the back of the couch and the other over the end with my foot on the floor. Brian kissed down then up each thigh and paused when he reached my glistening pussy, now quivering with anticipation. I could feel his hot breath as he lingered, inhaling my scent while he began to finger fuck me. He closed his mouth gently around my clit, flicking and sucking it with his lips and tongue. I felt his fingers pull out at the same time his tongue entered and fucked me into a vigorous climax. He sat up, leaned over and kissed me again.