Mechanic with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  “Do you do that a lot?” I ask.

  “Do what? Fix cars? It’s my job.”

  “No. Have one night stands?”

  “Used to.” He says. “But lately, I’ve just kind of given up on women, if I’m being honest.”

  “Me too.” I say softly. “Well, on men.”

  I connect my gaze with Liam’s deep amber eyes. He slaps a hand down on my thigh and squeezes, a little hard, like he did yesterday after our car got nailed by a deer. My gut does flips a little--in a good way, I think--at his strong touch.

  “Now tell me about your damn family.” He says.

  I take a deep breath. “Well, if you really want to know, I have a sister who is a few years older. Like I said, we grew up in a small town called Boone, North Carolina in the mountains until I was twelve. Then my Dad got a new job and we all had to move to New York. I’ve been living there ever since.”

  “Just one sister?”

  “Yeah just the one. How about you?”

  “I’ve got an older brother.”

  “Where does he live?”

  He lifts one corner of his mouth in a kind of half grin. “His businesses are all over the U.S. now, and he travels to be with them. But he mostly lives in Blackwell. He’s kind of a dick, but in the end I can’t hate him. I mean he is my brother after all.”

  “Your brother is more of a dick than you? How is that possible?”

  He laughs. “Oh honey. I’m a blue collar dick. My brother--he’s got money. That makes him a special brand of asshole. But we weren’t born rich. He earned it. So I can’t hate him too much.”

  “I think I can relate. I’m not a huge fan of my sister.” I say. “She’s not rich, but she’s still spoiled.”

  “Spoiled how?”

  “You’ll see.” I say. “She’s just got this aura of entitlement around her. I’m glad she’s finally getting married. Maybe her fiancé will set her on the straight path to not being so selfish all the time. But, somehow, I doubt it.”

  He nods, still looking at the road.

  “Damn. You probably think I’m quite the hater here, dishing out insults to my own sister.”

  He shrugs. “Say whatever you want, Haley. I don’t judge.”

  I put my hand on top of his, and somehow, I feel at least a tiny bit more comforted. It’s been awhile since I connected with anyone.

  “So Haley.” He asks. “How are we telling your parents we met, by the way? I’m guessing you can’t just tell them you hooked up with a mechanic on the side of the road and it was true love at first sight.” He says, then winks.

  “You’re right. Well, you can’t do anything about that twang, so we’ll have to say you are a transplant to New York and we started dating.”

  “Okay. So I’m a New Yorker now. What do I do? And how did we meet?”

  “How about you’re a writer. And we met at a friend’s party.”

  “I’m a fucking writer? No one’s going to believe that.”

  “Why not?” I shrug.

  “Oh come on. Guys who look like me aren’t writers. Guys who look like me are either convicts or football players. Not intellectual types.”

  “Or mechanics.” I giggle. “You know, why don’t we just tell my family we met when you were helping fix my car on the Brooklyn Bridge?”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Seems far-fetched, don’t you think?”

  I shrug. “About as far-fetched as having a one night stand with Blackwell’s sexiest mechanic, then inviting him along in case you have more car trouble.”

  Slowly, the corners of his lips spread into a grin. He wraps his arm around me.

  “You know Haley. I don’t care what your family says about you. I think you’re sweet.”

  “You do?”

  He leans over and whispers in my ear. “Yes. Incredibly sweet. And I can’t wait to taste that delicious little pussy whenever and wherever the fuck I desire.”

  Goosebumps float over my body, and I kind of want him to pull over the car right now and have his way with me.

  I clear my throat, trying not to indicate to this man the pure power he has over me. “We’ve been dating for two months,” I say. “That gives me enough time to have gotten over my ex and started dating you, and, wow, I meant to tell everyone about my new boyfriend but I just forgot!” I say sarcastically.

  Liam shrugs. “Works for me. This is great. I feel like I’m going to be in the movie Wedding Crashers or something.”

  “Liam, don’t do anything stupid though. Okay?”

  “What, like drink ten whisky cokes and get into a fight?”

  “I shouldn’t even have said anything,” I sigh, and rub my face a little.

  “Just kidding. I can’t wait to hang out with all y’all city folk.”

  I bite my lip. There’s no doubt Liam’s a loose cannon. In more ways than one.

  My tummy growls, and I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve eaten. “Are you hungry?” I ask.

  “Truckstop diner coming up in about a half hour,” Liam says. “Wanna stop and eat there? I can hear your stomach all the way over here.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I nod, and I have a weird flashback to a moment with my ex, when we were on a road trip. I’d asked him if he was hungry one time, and he simply said ‘nope.’

  Liam, on the other hand, at least has the basic humanity to ask me about my own hunger.

  Maybe he’s not such an asshole after all.

  Hey, a girl can dream, right?

  About a half hour later, we pull into a place with a big marquee sign that says, simply “Truck Stop Diner.”

  “After you, Miss,” Liam says to me, holding the door and smiling.

  That’s the thing about the country boys from around Blackwell. Maybe a guy is an asshole, but he’ll still give you toe curlers and hold the door for you.

  My city-boy ex-fiancé? Not so much. He had a serious “him first” attitude. And hey, I’m all for equal opportunity, but would it hurt to hold a door open for a girl when you can?

  Inside, Liam orders waffles with eggs and I order an omelette.

  I get up from the table to use the bathroom. Connected to the diner is one of those half convenience stores/half gift shops, and I have to go through it to use the restroom. Before I get to the restroom, a novelty trucker cap catches my eye. It’s a dark camouflage cap and on it says the words “I’m sweet like a …” with a pineapple icon to fill in the blank. I chuckle at how ridiculous the thing is, and at the current pineapple craze that has even camouflage caps being made with the sweet fruit. I buy the cap at the register, put it on backwards, then head to the restroom area.

  The bathroom is locked, so I wait for a minute until a middle aged woman slips out.

  I start to close the door behind me, but something stops it.

  “Excuse me,” I hum. “I’m trying to use the bathroom, please.”

  I try to push the door closed, but it’s like I’m pushing against a brick wall. My heart hammers, and I’m worried that one of these creepy trucker guys is on the other side.

  I’m considering screaming when the one pushing the door finally speaks.

  “Dagny,” Liam says. “Open the door.”

  I relent. Liam comes inside, closes the door behind us, and locks it.

  “What are you doing in here?” I gasp.

  He smirks. “Oh please. You know what I’m doing. I’m taking advantage of our pact.”

  I swallow. “The pact…” I trail off.

  Right. I told Liam we can hook up whenever and wherever he wants.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  “Here?” I whimper.

  Liam walks toward me slowly, a hulking figure. I sink back, leaning against the wall as Liam holds his two arms out extended on either side of me.

  “Right fucking here.” He raises an eyebrow, and even that simple move makes me wet.

  Or should I say, wetter.

  “Th-they’ll hear us though,” I protest feebly, in spite of the fact that j
ust his proximity turns me on so much.

  “Who will hear us? The truckers? Dammit Dagny, just do as I say.”

  I take my shirt off as he says and hand it to him.

  “Good. Now your shorts. Slip them down.”

  I wiggle out of my denim short shorts until they are almost on the floor and hand them to him as well.

  “Now what?” I whimper.

  “Turn. Face the wall,” he says.

  I do as I’m told. “Good girl. Dagny, if I’m going to spend a few days on this wedding with you, you’re going to have to get used to taking orders from me. Like you said, you’ve made yourself available at any time to me. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes,” I groan.

  “Good. Nice hat by the way.”

  “Thanks. What are you going to do with me right now?” I say, trembling a little.

  “Just do as I say and you’ll be fine. Dagny, touch yourself. Do it now. Put a finger on your clit and flick it back and forth.”

  My jaw drops as I glance over my shoulder. Liam stares at me, and I wonder how I must look to him. I know how I feel: vulnerable. With my hands pressed against the wall, my ass pushed out, and wearing nothing but my underwear and bra, I feel as though there’s nothing separating me from this hulking man who’s smirking at me, his eyes running up and down my body. He’s not even touching me and I feel like I have the chills.

  “Liam,” I whisper. “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

  He drags a finger from my shoulderblades down my back and ass to my thighs.

  “I’ll do whatever pleases me,” he growls. “Now put your hand between your legs like I said. I’m not going to ask you again.”

  I do as he says, and I can’t help but moan a little when I rub the tip of my clit.

  “That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “Find your rhythm, Haley. And look at me while you do it.”

  He clutches my head and forces me to stare into his sparkling amber eyes. I notice a tiny dot of a birthmark on the left iris. My jaw hangs open and I pant a little.

  “Good girl,” he says, his voice deep. “Deeper, and I’ll reward you.”

  “Reward me? With what?” I mewl.

  I reach a finger inside my slit and a second later, I feel a palm crack against the skin of my ass.

  “That,” he grumbles.

  “Oh God,” I moan. “That’s a reward?”

  He moves his face closer to mine, inches away. I can hear his breathing. Smell his musk.

  “Oh please. You know you love it.”

  “I do,” I pant, closing my eyes.

  He rubs his hands on my ass and my stomach, and I concentrate on how my own fingers feel inside me.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I ask.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I admit.

  “Like I said, I will fuck you when it pleases me. And you bet your ass it pleases me.”

  “Please, Liam. I’m so wet already. I need you inside me.”

  I stare at his crotch as he unbuckles his pants, and flops out his stiff cock. He positions himself behind me and rubs his tip on my clit. I reach down to guide him inside.

  “Na ah ah,” he says, brushing my hair behind my ears. “Like I said. My rules.”

  I push my palms flat on the wall and press my ass back, physically begging for him to be inside me. I love the way his giant hands seem to take up half my back.

  “Dammit, Liam. Stop teasing and just fuck me. Please!” I beg, my voice louder.

  Finally, Liam inserts his cock all the way into me, eclipsing the space between us. I flutter my eyes as the sublime feeling of being filled by his hard girth overtakes me.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he growls.

  He starts slow, grinding his cock in and out. I hum, and a few minutes later, he’s got me on the brink of my first orgasm.

  “Thatagirl Dagny,” he drawls. “I was right about you from the moment I saw you.”

  “Ugh,” I moan. “Right about what?”

  He fists a clump of my hair and pulls on it, forcing me to look back at him while he pumps into me.

  “About how your pussy is the perfect fit for my cock.”

  I don’t know how he can tell that just from looking at me, but I whimper as he slams his hips into me with force and depth. He thrusts over and again like this, and I tremble as I come.

  It feels so damn good.

  It’s wrong and it’s right, and it’s public. The risk of getting caught only spurs me on, makes my cries harder to conceal.

  But like a good bad girl, I manage not to alert the entire place what we’re up to in here. Liam’s hand on my mouth helps with that.

  I squeeze my walls, needy for his orgasm as he hammers me, his big hands gripping my flesh.

  I grip him harder, and I can feel his cock pulsate inside me.

  He growls and pulls my hair and slaps my ass again. I love feeling the rough strength of his hands as he comes hard.

  A firm fist knocks at the door.

  “What are y’all doin’ in there?” A woman’s voice drawls.

  “Coming!” Liam yells, and I can’t help but giggle.

  We clean up quickly, and the woman’s face as the two of us walk out of the bathroom is priceless.

  “She’s very sick,” Liam says with a wink. “I had to hold her hair while she threw up.”

  After we eat, we settle in for the rest of the ride and talk about superficial stuff, but chat nonetheless. I’m not shocked to find out that Liam’s longest, and only relationship was eight years ago, and it lasted for only one year.

  After about eight more hours of driving, we finally make it to the Hilton, in Lake Okoboji.

  Inside the hotel, the staff gives us our key cards and we get ready to head up to the tenth floor, where we’ll be sharing a room.

  When I turn my head away from the front desk, I freeze at seeing everyone who is in the lobby.

  My sister, her fiancé, along with the groomsmen are there.

  And my fucking ex, Jack Talbot, stands right next to both of them with a big, shit-eating grin on his face.

  Chapter Nine

  Liam

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  Of all the goddamn places in the world I could be right now.

  Of all the Mini Cooper’s that could have broken down and got brought into mechanics shops across the world.

  My ex-girlfriend’s sister walks back into mine.

  Jade Rosebaum, the girl who tore my heart out and stepped on it eight years ago, stands with a pink hat on that says “bride” on it, holding hands with her fiancé, who has the world’s biggest grin as Haley and I walk toward them.

  Jade’s jaw drops when she sees me. I’m surprised she recognizes me after all these years, to be honest. I’ve gotten a million tattoos since then, and put on probably eighty pounds of pure muscle.

  And no, I was not thinking hateful thoughts about her when I bloodied my hands into any of those punching bags I destroyed over the years.

  Of course not. How dare you.

  “Hi Jade!” Haley says with a bubbly smile, but if I’m being honest it seems like she is doing the whole fake bubbly song and dance. I examine them closely. A guy who I assume is the best man stares me down like he’s starving and I’ve got the last box of girl scout cookies. Makes me wonder what crawled up his ass and died.

  “Haley! It’s great to see you...and you brought...a date?”

  “Yes,” Haley smiles. “This is Liam.”

  Jade frowns, and makes a sour face towards me, though I don’t think Haley catches it..

  “You knew I was bringing a date.”

  “But Haley. You broke up with Jack months ago.”

  “You knew about that?”

  “Seriously?” Jade rolls her eyes. “Of course I know what’s going on with my sister.”

  “But I didn’t tell you! I felt bad that it was so close to the wedding, so I brought my new boyfrie
nd.”

  “Zack and Jack are frat brothers from college,” Jade explains. “They both work at Goldman Sachs now. What, did you think I wasn’t going to find out?”

  “They’re frat brothers? But Zack is so much older!”

  “They went to the same college though, same fraternity...look. I don’t need to explain to you how I know. Oh my gosh, this is going to mess up all the seating arrangements, having you here.”

  “I can just leave,” I pipe up, an echo of what she did to me years ago.

  Just left.

  “No,” she croaks. “We’ll figure it out. Nice to meet you…”

  “Liam,” I say, and stick out a hand. No one else has any idea about our past, and I intend to keep it that way. “Congratulations to you and your soon to be husband.”

  “Thanks,” the man says, sticking his hand out. He’s good looking, the epitome of that city-slicker look. With black hair and a handshake that tries a little too hard, he tries but can’t seem to look me straight in the eye. I’ve never really trusted city people. And for good reason, if you ask me. They’re always looking for an angle.

  “Looking forward to being a part of the festivities,” I say. “We just got in though, so we should probably head up to our room, right baby?”

  I don’t know where ‘baby’ comes from. It’s not a nickname I’ve ever assigned to a girlfriend. Much less a one night stand who I’ve gotten into some kind of crazy situation with. But the way she looks back at me with her deep blue eyes and a toss of her deep red hair, it feels fucking right when I call her it.

  “See you tomorrow Sis,” she smiles at Jade. She’s got no clue about what just went down in the secret glances between Jade and I.

  I carry Haley’s suitcases up to our room and drop them.

  Before I have a chance to pounce on her, she’s all over me instead; aggressively kissing me and running her hand up my shirt, along my abs and chest.