Mz Mechanic

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Let’s find somewhere else to talk.” Before David could object, she started off in the direction toward the door.

  Shawn fell in step beside her.

  They found an area further down the hallway that had no traffic at all.

  Alexia rested her back against the wall and crossed her arms. “What is there to talk about?”

  “You know good and well. Why the silent treatment from you?”

  “I don’t like feeling used, Shawn.” The veins in her neck tightened in anger.

  He shook his head. “Who said I was using you?”

  “I heard the conversation you had in your office. About how you lure all your woman clients. Persuade them to fuck you and then push your products on them,” she demanded, trying her best to keep her voice down.

  “I apologize that you happened to overhear something like that, but no, that is not the way I run my business.”

  She glared at him. “Then why would you bet on earning my business?”

  “That was not my intention. I made a bet, but it was strictly business. It had nothing to do with me helping you.” He cupped her elbow with his palm. “The things he implied were not true. I wish he had never said them, but you know how men are.”

  “No, I don’t,” she said, curtly, trying to pull away from him.

  “Don’t…” He tightened his grip on her arm and moved in closer. “What have you done to me?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He held her gaze. His own stare was filled with passion and urgency. “I missed the hell out of you.”

  Could missing him have been the feeling of emptiness she felt over the weeks? It wasn’t something she wanted to admit. “Well, you managed this far without me.”

  “Why hide? Why not give me a chance to explain myself?”

  She swallowed and turned away.

  “What are you afraid of?” he asked again.

  He was persistent with questions she didn’t know how to answer.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “I’ll do anything…anything to convince you of this need to have you in my life.”

  “I know too much about you and your ways.”

  He curled his lips down in a frown. “You would discredit me for the things I have done in my past. Those don’t define me now.”

  “I got a taste of what it would feel like if you were to toss me aside after using me like all the others.”

  “Rumors, Alexia. Really? You believe the rumors from over a decade ago.” He pulled back just a bit, searching her face for answers.

  “I don’t want to take any chances.” She managed to move free of his hold.

  “Alexia…”

  “Shawn, let this thing go. We had a fling. That was all.”

  His lips parted in surprise. “A fling.” He shook his head. “No way. Not to me.”

  Alexia backed away toward the direction they came. “I’m not going to do long term again, Shawn. You have no idea what it feels like to have someone and love someone so much…and then lose them.”

  “Your parents? Is this what this is all about?”

  She turned around without answering and half-ran, half-walked away from him.

  Chapter Ten

  Alexia bit at her nails for the tenth time. Her nerves were a wreck. Only an insane person would do this. She glanced out of the window again at the two story brick house that belonged to Shawn Morgan. It was too late to back out of his driveway now. Her emotions were what ultimate drove her to come here. They were a mix of loneliness, longing, and some other feeling that she could not pinpoint.

  She opened the car door and got it. As she took the walkway through the front door, she cursed herself at how desperate she felt. She’d denied herself the only thing that had brought her joy in a time commanded by intense business deadlines.

  After a deep breath, she rang the doorbell and waited.

  Shawn opened the door and his lips immediately turned up in a grin. He had a beer in one hand and the other hand on the doorknob. Her heart tempo increased at the sight of him. He must have been lounging around, as he was shirtless and was only wearing a pair of running pants.

  "I um…" She cleared the lumps from her throat. Suddenly, she’d forgotten what it is she planned to say.

  "Shawn, I came to apologize."

  He took her by the waist and pulled her inside. "No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong."

  "I was selfish."

  "No…you were cautious. I understand.”

  “I…” She paused, contemplating her words. “I realize how much I miss you, too. I’m so afraid of losing someone, that I never really let anyone in my life.”

  “You’re afraid, I know.” He traced the outline of her chin with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t promise that I will live forever, Alexia, but I can promise you that as long as I’m able I will always be there for you.”

  At this declaration, her heart opened up. It was what she needed to hear, and with the sincerity in his eyes, she could tell that he meant it. The statement was more than just his words, but it was his promise to her.

  She made the first move, initiated the kiss the came next.

  Their lips met with urgency, and their tongues united in demanding rhythm. Her body collapsed against his when he took her in full embrace. She felt warm and safe within his arms. It was a moment she wanted to savor, and it was a feeling that she had only obtained with Shawn. No other man had ever come near as close.

  He slid his palms down her black pencil skirt, and then up again to grasp her waist. “Was this dress a ploy to seduce me?

  Alexia swayed into him. “I came from the office.”

  “How was your day?” He leaned down and kissed the underside of her chin.

  Her breath hitched when his warm tongue came in contact with the curvature of her neck. “It was busy. Lots of paperwork…” She pressed her lips together when he sucked gently on her neck. “…to fill out.”

  “You need to relieve some stress, yes?” He pressed a trail of kissed from her neck to the sensitive area behind her ears.

  She dug at his bare back with her fingertips. “Yes.”

  “It’s been a while, Alexia. You’ve made me wait a very long time.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  “I want to make love to your slowly.” He pulled the strap of her top down the side of her arm and kissed her shoulder. “If you will allow it…”

  She nodded, clinging to him tight as he scooped her up.

  He carried her up an elegant spiral staircase and down a long hallway. They entered what appeared to the master bedroom, and he set her feet down on the floor. When they embraced again to kiss, she felt the heat of his erection through the fabric of her skirt. As they moved toward the bed, she kicked off her pumps. They left a trail of clothes along the path to the bed. Finally, she sat on the edge of his bed with nothing but her panties on.

  His eyes remained locked with hers as he knelt down before her at the foot of the bed, raising her feet to his inspection. He kissed the insoles of her feet, and the surreal sensations had her purring in satisfaction. Starting with her ankles, he kissed his way up the insides of her thighs. The stubble on his face tickled her skin, stirring up nerve endings throughout her body.

  Her legs were propped up on his shoulders and she struggled to regain her composure as his lips made contact with her belly. Pushing her panties to one side, his fingers found her core and he sunk two inside. She bit the corners of his lips as he stroked her clit. Her pussy became so wet that his fingers slid effortless in and out of her sheath. He suddenly removed his fingers, and then covered her clit with his mouth without warning. Body arching upwards and hips moving involuntarily off the bed, she dug her fingers into the mattress.

  Her breathing came in long, slow pants to match the long lingering lashes of his tongue. He moaned into her as he licked at her pussy, paying attention to her entire core. Strong hands held firm onto her ass, pulling her pussy toward
his hungry mouth. He devoured her with a ferocious appetite, tonguing her clit until she could no longer hold her emotions inside.

  Her orgasm pulsed through her, intensely.

  Shawn lifted his head, an innocent grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stood and his thick rod distended from a patch of curly brown hair. She lifted herself, reached out, and wrapped her fingers around it. The veins pulsed against her palm as though he were begging for release.

  She took him in his mouth, relishing in the spicy taste of his pre-cum. The heat of his arousal turned her on even more, and the walls of her pussy clenched in painful need.

  He was big, and her mouth took time to adjust to his size. She took all of him until his dick hit the back of her throat.

  “Fuck yeah.” His groans encouraged her to continue, and grabbed a handful of her hair.

  Alexia used her hands to hold tightly onto the base of his rod, while her mouth moved up and down his shaft. She sucked at the head, slicing her tongue through the slit to taste him. His balls tightened against her as she pumped him with her hands.

  She glanced up at the man who’d encouraged her to succumb to her deepest desires. With his eyebrows drawn tightly together in concentration, his facial expression was one of intensity.

  Shawn looked down into her gaze. “You are so beautiful.” He led her mouth away. "I want you in my arms when I come inside you.”

  She shuddered in anticipation. As he came down over her, she wrapped her arms around him. He plunged slowly inside of her all the way to hilt, pausing to take her mouth in a kiss again. Her muscles clenched around him, as if begging him to move within her.

  Shawn pumped into her with calculated precision. He rested his forehead against hers and said her name. As promised, he moved with slow, sure strokes. He plunged down into her, hitting her clit at just the right angle every time. Before long, she was on the edge of another orgasm.

  Her fingernails dug into his back as she cried out. Spirals of ecstasy washed through her. The pleasure peaked even higher as he continued thrusting. As she came down from her orgasm, his strokes decreased their tempo.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Trying not to come too soon. I want to stay in this pussy forever.”

  She grabbed his hips, pulling deep within her. “Fuck me harder. I want to come again…with you.”

  He smiled, and then slid from her. “Turn over.”

  She looked at him puzzled, but still dazed from her powerful release.

  “You want to be fucked hard? Turn over.”

  Alexia turned over slowly, and reached for the waist of her panties in the process.

  “Leave those on.” He put his hand over hers, stopping her from removing them.

  She did as he said, getting on her hands and knees on the bed with her ass poised in front of him. He grabbed her fleshy globes in his hands, admiring them from behind.

  He moved her thong to the side, slicing her open with gentle fingers.

  She bit her bottom lip when he spread her pussy lips and stroked at her clit. “Please.”

  He replaced his fingers with the head of his dick, sliding the bulbous tip against her moist lips. Without warning, he slapped her ass and she cried out against the bed sheets. The bud of her desire tingled as the skin where his hand had made contact stung.

  “Again,” she panted.

  Shawn slapped her again, making her hiss.

  He kneaded the spot where he spanked, soothing it. “You have such a pretty ass.”

  “Damn it, Shawn.” She wanted him inside of her and the wait was becoming unbearable.

  He took each one of her hands and placed them above the headboard. As if trying to torture her even further, he pressed small kisses down her back and then up against her spine.

  Taking her by the waist, he slammed into her. She cried aloud, with nothing this time to muffle her screams. He pumped into her hard, rocking the bed frames. His fingers wrapped around the waist band of her panties. In the heat of the moment, he tore the flimsy piece of fabric off of her. He beat into her from behind, his balls slapping against her already swollen clit. Her nails gripped at the headboard, and she threw her head back and arched her spine, causing him to go deeper.

  He moaned her name and tightened his grip on her waist. His thrusts grew determined. The sounds of their bodies meeting, their unified pants, and the knowledge that he was nearing his climax threw her over the edge once more.

  Alexia felt the release throughout her entire body. It over powered her, and shook through every cell in her core.

  Shawn plunged deeper, increasing tempo. Just as her orgasm heightened, his began. Warm fluid shot up inside her as he moaned in gratification. Her legs became jelly, and her knees could no longer hold her up. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided.

  He spooned her as they collapsed on the bed, but they did not separate. “Don’t ever break up with me again.”

  “Break up?” To imply they never break up would mean they were in a relationship.

  “Being with you means so much to me. I would hardly call what we share a fling.”

  She pulled his arms tighter around her. “I was wrong, Shawn. I do need you in my life.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief against her neck. “And I need you, Alexia. More than you know.”

  “One question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “How in the hell did you find my calculator after all this time?”

  He laughed a heartily. “The day after the reunion I went to pick up the keys to my mom’s storage unit. I swear she keeps everything. Turned out to be a good thing too.”

  “It brought back good memories,” she whispered, and pushed back against him tightening their spoon.

  “I thought it would,” he said. “It took several trips before I found it in a trunk with my old football jerseys.”

  “Mmmm, you know you were really cute back then…in those football uniforms.”

  His chest felt good against her back.

  “And now?”

  “You’re alright.” She giggled, jokingly. “You’re a knock-out, Shawn, and I think you know that.”

  “And you were beautiful the day I met you in the library and you are beautiful now. I only regret not reconnecting with you sooner.”

  She smiled, contently.

  His rod jolted inside of her, and it seemed like he was filling her up again.

  “Umm…Shawn…are you…?”

  “Yeah, what did you think? You keep throwing that ass back.”

  She grinned. “With sex that good, how can I resist?”

  The End.

  About the Author

  Ambrielle Kirk pens tales of romance in various subgenres. Her favorites are contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and urban fantasy. As a child, she never really dreamed of being an author. It was a destined path that chose her. Now she writes with her readers in mind, but the characters, of course, dictate the outcome.

  Visit her website for more diverse, edgy, romantic fiction at http://ambriellekirk.com

  Reader emails are always welcome.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten