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"Yuriel," she whimpered softly even though everyone was gone and the garage was locked up for the night. Her hands tightened around his shoulders and his fingers moved a little faster inside of her, his hand buried between her thighs as his other hand rested on the small of her back, keeping her perched on the bathroom sink.
Neither of them had exactly been planning this. The other guys had left and then Martin had bid them goodnight and Yuriel had finished cleaning his bay and had come into the office to wait as Alison finished cleaning her desk. It had been just like any other night. But then she had smiled at him and he had kissed her and now, they were locked in the small staff bathroom, her dress pushed up around waist and her underwear pushed down around her knees. He had absolutely no control around her and he couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or not.
"Yuriel!" She cried out softly and he watched her head fall backwards as she stiffened in his arms.
She was so tight and wet now and she squeezed herself around his fingers as she came. She sat there for a moment, breathing heavily, and he couldn't help but lean into her and press a kiss to the side of her throat. It was only the second time he had done that for her but already, he knew it was just another thing he was addicted to. The voice in the back of his head telling him that he shouldn't be doing this with her was growing fainter and fainter until he could barely hear it and all he could do was tell himself that he hadn't broken his promise to Lawrence.
Alison was still a good girl. The best girl.
She hummed from the back of her throat and then brought her head forward, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and she buried his face in his neck. She kissed him there as he had kissed her and he slowly pulled his hand out from between her legs, his arms sliding around her waist. She was still a bit out of breath, her body still trembling slightly, and Yuriel couldn't help but press himself against her.
It would be so easy. Her sitting on the edge of the sink with her legs spread and all he would have to do was unzip his jeans and push forward but there was no way in hell he was going to do that. Alison was a virgin and she was not the kind of girl who had her first time in some dirty garage bathroom.
She moaned softly when she felt him and she pulled her head back, looking into his face. "I want to," she said almost in a whisper as if she could read his mind.
Yuriel just shook his head. "No," he said and it didn't matter how hard he was right now. He had never been a girl's first before and he couldn't really believe that Alison would want him as hers but no matter what she said, it wasn't going to be right now.
He expected her to protest but she didn't say anything and he reluctantly stepped back, taking Alison's hand and letting her slide down from the sink to her feet again. And like some perverted version of Cinderella, Yuriel guided her underwear from her knees back up her thighs and she laughed a little, adjusting it and smoothing the skirt of her dress as it fell down again.
"Wanna get a burger?" He asked.
"Alright," she smiled up at him, her cheeks still rosy and her eyes shining and she looked so damn beautiful, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her.
They got on his bike and he drove them to the diner in town, a little surprised when Alison reached over and slipped her hand into his as they crossed the parking lot but he didn't pull his away. Her hand was cold – as she always was – and her skin felt smooth and her hand was probably one of the nicest things he had ever touched. He even pulled the door open for her and let her go through first and she smiled up at him as if he had just given her diamonds.
"Daddy," Alison beamed and Yuriel saw Lawrence, Shawn and Vicky sitting at a table in the middle of the diner. She didn't let go of Yuriel's hand and instead, she seemed to pull him over to the table where her family sat. "Hi!" She then greeted as if she hadn't seen any of them in days. She finally let go of his hand but only so she could hug Lawrence and Shawn and she and Vicky kissed one another on the cheek.
"Sit," Lawrence smiled when he saw the two of them and Yuriel found himself lowering himself into a chair between Shawn and Alison.
He did his best to look at Lawrence across from him and not look so damn obvious about anything but he swore that the man would be able to take one look at him and know what he had just been doing to Alison in the bathroom.
As the waitress came to take their orders, Alison looked to Yuriel and gave him a soft smile, leaning in closer to him.
"I hope you don't mind eating with them," she said in a quiet voice.
He shook his head. "Course I don't. Not much of a first date though," he grunted.
"Don't worry. We have plenty of time for that," she said and then kissed his cheek.
The waitress came to Alison and she ordered a burger with no cheese or anything else on it and French fries with no salt and to drink, she ordered a water as she always drank. Alison was sitting between Yuriel and Vicky but Yuriel was able to see the way that Vicky stiffened slightly at Alison's order and he felt a little ashamed when he found that a part of himself actually agreed with Vicky's reaction.
He knew Alison ate. He had seen her eat so many times by now and apparently, she was so much better now than she had been but still, there were these moments where Yuriel watched her and wondered if she was eating enough. He never said anything about it – not wanting to anger or upset her – and she had her family, especially her sister, to stifle her when it came to her eating habits. He didn't want to add to it and he didn't think he had any right or say when it came to things like that.
But the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. "That all you gettin'?" He asked and his eyes instantly flew to her because he couldn't believe that he had just asked that and judging by the slightly wide of her eyes, she couldn't believe that he had just asked that either.
He could feel the eyes of her family watching them but Yuriel kept staring at Alison and she kept staring at him. He opened his mouth to apologize to her but Alison sighing softly cut him off.
"Yes," was all she said before she turned her head away and Yuriel kept staring at her, still trying to bring himself to apologize.
He had no idea why he couldn't because she looked so damn disappointed and hurt by him asking her that and just minutes ago, she had been smiling at him and so obviously happy.
He didn't even remember what he had ordered and when their food came, he looked down and saw that he had the cheeseburger with the works on it. He didn't feel hungry at all anymore though. Alison hadn't looked over to him once and he watched from the corner of his eye and held the burger between both hands, taking small bites but eventually, finishing the whole thing. Shawn dominated most of the conversation, talking about something that had happened at the farm and how he and Otis had tried to cover it up before Lawrence found out but of course, Lawrence had found out because he always did and Alison would smile occasionally at the story but Yuriel noticed that these smiles didn't reach her eyes.
He didn't remember eating but he had eaten his entire burger when the waitress came to clear their plates and Lawrence paid the bill despite Yuriel reaching for his wallet and telling him that he could cover himself and Alison.
"You taking good care of her?" Lawrence asked as they all stepped outside and Alison walked off with her brother and sister for a moment.
Yuriel nodded once. "I'm tryin'," he said, watching after Alison.
"I never expected you to be her babysitter, Yuriel, and I'm not asking you to be. Alison doesn't need one of those. I thought we agreed on that," Lawrence continued.
Yuriel looked back to the man. "We do," he said.
Lawrence gave him a small smile. "Just apologize to her. My daughter's crazy about you and it's pretty obvious you feel the same about her. Apologize before this blows out of proportion between the both of you and it becomes something more than it should be."
Old instincts almost had Yuriel immediately denying what Lawrence had said but the thought was only momentary. And with that, Lawre
nce carried himself away on his crutches to his children and Yuriel watched as Alison hugged all of them goodbye before turning and coming back towards Yuriel. He admitted that he was relieved when he saw her coming towards him. For a second there, he thought she would go back to the farm tonight.
"Yuriel," she began to say, her fingers fidgeting in front of her.
"'m sorry, Alison," Yuriel said quickly before she could say anything past his name. "'m really sorry," he said and she stared at him for a moment without saying anything.
It felt as if they were the longest few seconds of his life and he felt as if the burger he had just eaten was threatening to come back up.
"I just need you to trust me, Yuriel," Alison said in her soft voice, looking into his eyes, and he nodded his head. "I know it doesn't look like it but I am getting better-"
"I know you are," he couldn't help but interrupt. "I know you are and I don't know why I said that in there." He looked at her. "'m sorry," he said one more time.
Alison looked at him for yet another moment and then without a word, she stepped up to him, her hands sliding onto his cheeks and lifting herself on her toes, she gave him a light kiss. Yuriel instantly responded, nearly sagging with relief as his hands lifted to her head, fingers buried in her hair, and he kissed her back.
She pulled her lips back from his just far enough to give him a soft smile and to look into his eyes. "Let's go home," she said.
Home. She had never called it that before but the instant the word fell from her mouth, he had never heard anything better or anything more true. Home. The trailer was his place but it was now hers, too. Home. Their home.
When the hell had that happened?
And when he smiled at the thought, at that realization, Alison smiled a little wider too as if she could read his mind and she kissed him again.
Chapter Twenty-One.
"Rosita!" Alison couldn't help but exclaim as she saw the familiar Jetta pull into the garage lot and her closest friend step out. She hurried from the office and met her halfway across the parking lot, laughing as Rosita threw her arms around her.
They hugged one another tightly for a few minutes and Alison knew she had missed her but now that Rosita was there for a visit from Atlanta, Alison realized just how much. They had met one another in the same recovery clinic – Alison for her eating and Rosita for cutting – and there was something that just seemed to click between them when they first met. Their rooms were across the hall from one another and oftentimes, one could be found in the other. When they had both left the clinic, they had gotten an apartment together – the apartment Rosita still lived in with a new roommate though Rosita often called and told Alison how much better and easier she was to live with than her new one; some guy named Eugene who had walked into the bathroom while she was in the shower one too many times for it to be considered an accident anymore.
"How was the drive?" Alison asked once they broke apart.
"I got a stupid speeding ticket. As soon as I stepped over into this county. I didn't know it dropped down to fifty-five. That is such a ridiculous speed to have it at," Rosita pouted and they began walking back towards the garage. "And the Sherriff who gave me the ticket did not care for my cleavage on display."
Alison laughed at that. "The horror. An actual honorable man." They stepped into the office and Alison smiled a little. "Well, this is it. This is my desk and I answer the phones and set up the appointments for the guys and handle the customer invoices."
Rosita smiled a little as she looked around and then her eyes fell on the windows that overlooked the garage. "And your view is spectacular," she grinned and Alison laughed a little, her cheeks warming. "Which one's Yuriel?" She asked.
Alison came to stand beside her at the window. "Very last bay. You can't really see-"
"Oh my God, Alison, look at those arms," Rosita said, nearly licking her lips, and Alison couldn't help but smile faintly to herself.
Yuriel was wearing the Martin's garage tee-shirt but the particular one today didn't have the sleeves, having been ripped off by Yuriel long before, and she could see the way his biceps flexed and twitched with every movement he made. She couldn't blame Rosita for practically drooling at the sight of them.
Her boyfriend did have the most incredible arms.
Boyfriend. She was assuming that that was what Yuriel was. They still hadn't had that conversation with one another and Alison was beginning to wonder if they actually had to have that conversation.
She was living with him full-time now and that hadn't been a conversation between them either. It had just sort of happened. He had asked her to stay with him a few days and then he never told her when she should go home and she brought over a few more of her clothes and they began sleeping in the bed together – just sleeping – and she began feeling more at home in the trailer than she did at the farmhouse.
She couldn't help but wonder if she and Yuriel would ever have a conversation about anything or if things would keep moving forward without a discussion. She admitted that everything happening with Yuriel did just feel completely natural so maybe there really was no point in talking about it.
"Alison, I take it this is her?" Martin asked with a smile, coming out of his office.
"Yes," Alison smiled. "Rosita, this is my boss, Martin. He's the owner. Martin, this is Rosita."
"Very nice to meet you, my dear," Martin smiled warmly as the two shook hands. "Alison has told me so much about you. And because of your arrival, we're closing a little early today," he said.
"Because of me?" Rosita both looked surprised and confused about that.
Martin chuckled. "Well, I was going to give Alison the afternoon off so she could spend more time with you but then I remembered that I can't run this place without Alison so if she's gone, we're just going to close for the rest of the day."
Rosita looked at Alison and Alison felt herself blushing. Martin was telling the truth. He honestly felt like he couldn't run his garage without her and Alison still was getting herself to try and believe that she was so important to Martin and the other guys. She wasn't used to being actually needed by anyone and she wondered if she would ever be used to others looking at her as if she mattered.
Rosita looked back to Martin. "Well, thank you for doing that."
Martin waved it off as if it was no big deal at all and Alison supposed that to Martin, it wasn't. He was probably going to take the afternoon as an opportunity to go fishing.
"Do you want to meet the guys?" Alison asked and smiled when Rosita eagerly nodded her head and she followed Alison out into the garage.
Since she had started whatever this was with Yuriel, the guys no longer whistled at her even though she knew they had never meant anything by it in the first place. Axel and Martinez didn't anyway. They were both married though they seemed to complain about their wives often, Alison knew they loved them. They still flirted with her but Alison had been there long enough now to be used to it and know that it was just something they did. They were all merciless flirts and Alison no longer scurried away from them as if they scared the wits out of her.
"Rosita, this is Caesar Martinez and Axel Jenkins," Alison smiled as she introduced her friends to the first two mechanics.
As expected, Martinez gave her a grin and a wink and Axel asked her if she needed a place to stay because he would be more than happy to give her a bed for the night and Rosita just laughed and shook their hands and gave them her own winks. She had always seemed far more comfortable with men than Alison and had even brazenly flirted with the male orderlies at the clinic.
"This is Zach Baker," Alison said as they went to the next bay.
Zach looked up for just a moment before looking again down to the engine he was working on. "Hey," he said and said nothing else.
Zach hadn't really been speaking to her for the past few weeks – not since the other guys found out that she had started staying with Yuriel. He seemed to understand now that nothing would ever happen betwe
en him and Alison and now that he knew that, he seemed to have absolutely no interest in even speaking to her.
"And this is Yuriel Salas," Alison said, coming to the last bay. "Yuriel, this is my best friend, Rosita Espinosa."
Yuriel wiped his oily hands on the red rag always in his back pocket. "Hey," he let out in his usual grunt and Rosita smiled widely at him, shaking his hand.
"It is so nice to meet you, Yuriel. I've heard so much about you from Alison," she said.
Yuriel looked to Alison. "Not sure there's that much to say 'bout me," he said.
Alison just gave him a soft smile. "Rosita and I are going to go get pizza for lunch. Do you want to join us?" She asked.
"Benny wanted to go get somethin' to eat today," Yuriel said. "We could join you if you want," he then suggested with a shrug.
Alison burst into a smile at the thought. "We would love that. We'll meet you there?"
Yuriel nodded and looked back to Rosita. "Guess I'll talk to you later."
Rosita just kept smiling at him. "Can't wait." And when they turned away and began heading back towards the office, Rosita snatched Alison's arm and pulled her in close. "Good God, Alison. That man," Rosita pretended to fan herself and Alison couldn't help but laugh softly. "That man undresses you every time he looks at you."
"He does not," Alison instantly argued, her cheeks exploding in red.
Rosita laughed. "Trust me. He is. He definitely wants you."
"He only wants me because he hasn't seen me naked yet," Alison said before she could stop herself and as soon as she said it, she saw Rosita's smile start to fall.
"Alison-" she began to say but Alison quickly shook her head, stopping her.
Alison really didn't want to talk about this. She hardly even wanted to think about it and even though they were growing closer and the desire to be more intimate with Yuriel was growing stronger with each passing day, she still got herself dressed when she was sure he was nowhere near so he couldn't see her without clothes on.
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