When my dad had described this chick, he didn’t do her justice. As soon as I saw her with those perky tits and her full lips, I saw a good opportunity to forget about my problems. I could only see her from the waist up, since she was still in her car. Her tight top made her tits pop and I could see how my father would think that giving her a good time would be an awesome distraction for me.
That rocking body of hers made me forget about fixing her car. All I wanted was a piece of that, and she would be begging for me to take her. All I had to do was play my cards right and make her want me; then she’d be spreading those pretty thighs wide open.
Maybe it made me an asshole to think I could get her, but a night with someone like her was well worth the chance of being called any name in the book. She didn’t need to know my reasoning, or what I was trying to forget. None of that was her business. When her car was fixed, she could go on her merry way and forget she had ever met me. It was the best scenario for both of us, because I was the last person in the world to get involved with.
All I had to do to get her attention was pretend I was leaving. In just seconds she was flailing her little arms and running towards my truck. It was hard not to laugh, because in a matter of minutes, I’d already had her right where I wanted her.
Chapter 2
Skylar
The truck smelled like motor oil and funk and I hated the idea of putting my duffle bag down on the floor on account of it getting soiled with some unknown nastiness. The stranger reached in front of me, startling me. As I gasped, he laughed and grabbed the pack of Marlboro Reds off of the dash. He put one in his mouth and lit it up, blowing the smoke out the window.
“You know that’s bad for you.” Underneath the layer of grease that covered his skin and clothes, he looked to be about my age. His arms were covered in tattoos and his forearms were well defined. It appeared he’d been turning wrenches for a long time.
He reached the box in my direction. “So do you want one, or not?”
I brought my knees up to my chest and gave him a dirty look, while letting the breeze come in through the window to cool me off. “How much longer ‘til we get there?”
“Soon enough.”
I looked over and saw him eyeing up my legs, so I put them down and placed my hands over my skin where my shorts rode up my thighs.
Why did guys have to be such pigs?
“So, what’s your name?”
“Ford.”
“Is that your last name?”
He laughed. “Nope, it’s my first name. My dad likes cars, so I was named after one.”
“Is your sister named Mercedes?”
He pulled the truck over, making a sharp turn and sent me tumbling to his side of the vehicle. My head was in his lap; as I sat up to regain composure, I saw him hold on tightly to the steering wheel, looking forward and breathing heavily. “My sister died last year. Her name was Harley.”
I shimmied myself back to the edge of the passenger seat. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “Yeah, me too.”
When he finally started driving again, I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I didn’t know this guy. I surely didn’t want to hang out and be his friend. I just wanted to get to the beach, meet some hot guys and party with them. I was glad when we pulled up at the garage so I didn’t have to be alone in that truck with him any longer.
I’d no sooner jumped out of the old hunk of junk when the creepy man came walking out the bay doors. “I knew you’d change your mind. Ford has a way with the ladies.”
Ford lit up another cigarette and just shook his head as he walked by me. “The phone’s in here if you want to make a call.”
The office was a complete mess. The phone was an old rotary, caked with so much grease that I was afraid to touch it. Ford stood in the doorway watching me. “Do you mind?”
He held up his hands and walked back outside. I dialed my friend Lacey, to let her know I was okay.
“Hello?”
“Oh my God where the fuck are you? The Mojitos are waiting.”
“My car broke down. I’m in some hick town off Route one-thirteen.”
“Oh shit! Are you still coming? You should see these guys shirtless. You’re going to forget all about that douche bag.”
“I am trying to get there. I just need to have my car towed and see what needs to be done to it. I guess I need to find a hotel to stay in for the night. The cell service sucks here so I’ll call when I’m on the way.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. This guy picked me up and gave me a ride to his repair shop.”
“A guy? Is he hot? You know mechanics get all hot and dirty, not to mention they’re great with their hands. I used to imagine wearing one of their button down shirts and walking around with it open in front of them. You should definitely try it, if he’s hot.”
“You’re sick! I don’t even know this guy!”
“Like you would know the guys here anymore? So, does that mean he’s hot?”
“I haven’t noticed!”
“You are a big fat liar. Bitch, take advantage of the situation. You want to forget about the douche, well here is your opportunity. I think you should have a steaming hot affair. Give him everything you never gave Mack. Let the sexy out.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Sure you can. Fuck his brains out, Sky. Suck his dick. Do whatever you have to do to make him think you’re the best lay he’s ever had. I promise you’ll feel better.”
“Or, I will feel like a whore!”
“Live a little! Do you think I’d let you sulk if you were here right now? Hell no! Take all that heartache and channel your inner freak.”
“Whatever! I’m not talking about this anymore.”
“I want pictures of the hottie when you get here.”
“I have to go. The boss needs to use the phone. I’ll call when I can.”
“Okay, doll. See you soon!”
It was a lie. Nobody needed to use the phone.
I saw the tow truck pulling out of the garage parking lot. Obviously, it had been fixed. Then I wondered if Ford had left me there with the creepy old man. We were in the middle of nowhere and there were no other buildings in sight, except a big farmhouse out in back of the property.
Ford came around the corner. “My dad went out to get your car. When he gets back, we’ll take a look at it.”
“Is there a hotel somewhere?”
He looked around and spit onto the ground. “Does this look like Beverly Hills?”
“No, it’s more like the Bermuda Triangle.”
“The bathroom’s upstairs, Ms. Hills. Help yourself.” He walked back into the garage, not offering to show me the way upstairs.
“Asshole!” I said under my breath as I began looking around.
The stairs weren’t even accessible from the inside of the shop. I found them at the back of the building. After climbing each metal step, I came to a big, red steel door. It didn’t seem like it would be for a bathroom, but maybe rednecks needed extra protection when they cleaned up. Who knew?
On the other side of the door, I found a whole apartment. A small kitchen was to the right. Straight ahead was a sleeper sofa that was made into a bed and at the other end of the place was the bathroom. I walked straight inside and sat my bag down.
As I looked in the mirror and started cleaning off my face, I heard the door open. I opened the bathroom door and peeked out to see Ford standing in front of the refrigerator cracking open a beer. He set it down and unbuttoned his shirt. Not only did he look sexy as hell in the white t-shirt underneath, but he got even hotter when he removed that too. His back was tattooed and his tanned skin looked like it was smooth to the touch. I don’t know why I did it, but I licked my lips. He was so yummy standing there in all of his roughness.
My friends would have been going nuts over this guy. When he disappeared from my view, I found myself moving around to see more of the room, out of the crack in the door
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His deep, raspy voice caught me off guard. “Let me know if you need help in there. Here’s a clean towel.”
I backed away from the door, feeling more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. This guy had caught me checking him out again. What was I supposed to say? “Whatever!”
“Try not to use all the hot water. I need to get cleaned up myself.” I looked him up and down, then watched him close the door as he walked away and out of the bathroom.
I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath.
What the hell was wrong with me?
The shower felt so good and I was glad I had grabbed my bag out of the car, because it had all of my products in it. The fresh smell of my shampoo made me feel like I was back at home, but as soon as I turned off the water, I was reminded where I really was.
In some stranger’s house.
Using his shower.
Standing in only a towel.
I brushed away the moisture off the mirror and looked at myself. It pissed me off that I’d been cheated on. Other guys were always hitting on me and I knew I looked hot. Just to make myself feel better, I dropped the towel. My body was still wet and under the light it shined, accentuating my tanned skin in all the right places. I ran my hands over my breasts and felt my nipples tingle immediately.
It had been two weeks since the breakup and I felt like I was going through withdrawals from not having sex. I wasn’t a freak, but we all have needs. Maybe my needs were just greater than others.
While running my brush through my hair, I let my body air-dry. I’d just had my highlights redone and my natural brown locks had been transformed to blonde. I worked part time at a tanning salon, so my skin was always nice and brown. I was often asked if I was from Brazil, not that I looked anything like that model that married the quarterback.
I guess I hadn’t considered that Ford was in a hurry, because as I was bent over to apply my makeup, the door flung open.
We were both speechless.
I reached down and grabbed the towel, but not fast enough for him to not catch a peek at everything I had. Instead of closing the door and backing himself out, he leaned back and just watched me scurrying around trying to cover all of my appendages. “Do you mind?”
“I’ve seen a naked chick before. It ain’t like you’re hidin’ yourself.” He didn’t take his eyes off of me.
“Please get out?” I was beet red, waiting for him to leave, looking for something to cover up my nakedness.
“I really need to get a shower.” He leaned over and turned on the water. “It is my place, you know.”
I gathered my things, while still wrapped in the towel and started to run out of the bathroom, until I caught a glimpse of him taking off his pants. Once I saw his perfectly sculpted bare ass, I just froze. He grabbed the shower curtain and took a step in, then looked back at me. “Now we’re even, I reckon.” With a quick smile he disappeared behind the curtain.
I didn’t know if I was more embarrassed or pissed. The longer I stewed, the more I began to have flashes of his naked body. I wondered if he was in the shower thinking of mine.
This was hardly the kind of guy that I would ever think of hooking up with. He lived in the middle of nowhere. His father gave me the creeps and he thought he was hot shit.
Okay, maybe he was fun to look at.
That’s beside the point.
He was a stranger, and I was naked in his house.
Can you say stupid?
I hurried and got myself dressed, then put all of my stuff neatly back in the duffle bag. When he came out, I happened to be still sitting on his bed, which was technically also his couch.
He was wearing only a towel, and my jaw dropped when I looked at his glistening skin all cleaned up. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed away the wetness as he approached me. “There ain’t any hotels around here, and your car won’t get looked at until tomorrow mornin’. It’s best if you just stay here tonight. I have somewhere I got to be, then I’ll crash at my dad’s.” He dropped the towel with his back facing me and put on a pair of boxers, before turning around. “You may think I’m a dick, but I think I’m pretty fuckin’ awesome.”
He had the best ass that I’ve ever seen on a man. It was all I was thinking about.
I crossed my legs and focused on his face, knowing that if I looked at any other part of him, I’d be panting. “What if I want to leave?”
He pointed toward the door. “There’s the door. Damn, I should have known you’d act like a stuck-up city girl. You’re all the same! I was just tryin’ to help you out, seein’ as you ain’t got nowhere else to go.”
I stood up and walked over to him. “You don’t know me.”
He laughed. “I know you got into the car with a stranger because you thought I looked good.”
I pushed him. “I got into your truck because you were the first person to come around for hours. I was hot and needed fresh water, before I dehydrated.”
“My dad tried to help you. He came back to the garage bettin’ me twenty bucks that you’d come home with me.” He opened up his wallet and flashed a twenty. “It was even the same truck!”
“So what? He was old and I felt like he was creepy. He was staring at my tits. I can’t believe you bet on my safety. You’re such a dick!”
He laughed again. “Do you even hear yourself? He’s a man. I’m a man. We like tits.” He looked at my chest and ran his index finger over my shirt. I backed away, but was already feeling hot from it. “Especially ones that look like yours.”
I stared at him, wondering if I should slap him or tell him that every time he spoke I felt like I was on fire. “I am not going to stand here and belittle myself by having this conversation. All I want to do is get my car fixed and get to the beach, so I can drown myself in liquor and forget about the last few years of my life. I will stay here tonight, because I have nobody else to come get me. If you touch me again, I will rip your dick off!”
He scratched his head and turned around, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It almost hurt to watch him cover up his body the way he was. “I ain’t got time for this!”
He started to walk away. “’Wait! I’m hungry. Before you go out, can you tell me where the delivery menus are?”
He slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and I realized that not only did he look completely normal, but he was totally my type. Here I was, standing in this guy’s place. Nobody knew where I was. I could do and say whatever I wanted and never have to think about my actions. Maybe my friend was right.
He grabbed his keys off the counter and turned to look at me. “You can come with me, if you want.”
I reached for my purse, refusing to give myself extra time to ponder his offer. “Where are we going?”
“I have a date. Now, I’m being nice and includin’ you, so don’t fuck up my chances of gettin’ laid by bein’ stubborn. This chick is stacked in all the right places and I’ve waited a long time for a chance at somethin’ like that.”
I was quiet, wondering what that chick could have that was so amazing. Still, my stomach was empty and I needed to eat, so I followed him to his truck. When we walked up to a raised, brand new fancy pickup, I was totally impressed.
He had to help me climb in, due to the fact that it was raised so high off the ground. When he put his hands on my ass to boost me up, I wanted them to stay there. He smelled like cologne and I pictured what his skin smelled like under his clothes.
This was so bad.
Now I was getting into more trouble.
He climbed into the driver’s side and started the ignition.
“Sky.”
“Come again?” He looked over at me.
“My name is Sky. I just thought you might like to know.”
He smiled and reached over, tracing the back of his hand over my cheek. I was shocked that he would just touch me without any regard to us being strangers, especially since I’d threatened to remove his appendage from his body.
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br /> “After tonight, Sky, you may never want to go home.”
“Fat chance!” I rolled my eyes at his assumption.
Ford
My plan to fuck her was going better than expected. After she was practically drooling the moment we met, I knew it wouldn’t take long until I had her begging. The more I picked on her, the more her little puppy eyes watched my every move.
At first, I let her walk that fine ass upstairs to explore the apartment. I may have been playing with her, but I didn’t want to be a creep about it. She needed to feel comfortable if I was going to have a chance.
Could it all backfire?
Sure it could. There’s a first time for everything.
After cleaning up the last of my tools, I made my way upstairs, knowing damn well where she’d be and what she’d be doing. It wasn’t my fault that she left the door open, giving me just enough room to see every inch of her glistening body. The problem with seeing her naked was that my dick started to take control of my actions. I needed to do this right to assure this little thing was going to be in my bed, giving me anything I wanted, later on tonight.
The key to every woman’s treasure was making her want something she shouldn’t have. Since I’d already had dinner plans, it would be easy to manipulate things to my advantage.
Throughout the day, I’d received constant text messages from my ex. Her attempts at hooking up again were starting to annoy me. “No” meant “No”. I wasn’t going to change my mind. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt her; I just couldn’t look at her without thinking about my sister. She’d invited her to that party and their friendship is what ultimately made her hang out with the wrong crowd and die way too soon. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get past that. Harley was the most important person in my life and she was gone. There were no words that could heal my damaged heart. Nothing could bring her back. As much as I wanted to think I didn’t need this reprieve, I knew I wanted it. I wanted one night where I didn’t have to think about losing my sister.
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