The Heiress and the Mechanic: San Diego Social Scene Book 5

by Tess Summers

  Her gasp of approval as he gently bit her nipple made him grin before taking her other tit in his mouth. He positioned himself so he was grinding his cock between her legs, their underwear providing a teasing barrier.

  He slid his hand down her core and reached under her waistband between them, wasting no time on pleasantries as he plunged a finger deep inside her wet cunt and began to finger-fuck her, circling her clit with his thumb.

  “Fuck me, Ben,” she whispered. “God, I need to feel your cock inside me.”

  She didn’t have to tell him twice.

  He yanked her panties off as she tugged on his boxers.

  “I have a condom,” he offered.

  She shook her head and sat up, pushing his shoulder so he would lie back on the bed. Then she straddled him, positioning her pussy over his cock and sinking down.

  Moaning in unison with him as he filled her, she began to roll her hips. With her hands on his stomach, Harper began a sexy rhythm, and he watched in awe while she rode him with abandon. Her bouncing tits were the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed, and when she piled her hair on top of her head and looked down into his eyes, he had to close his to keep from coming.

  Putting her hands on the tops of his thighs, she leaned back and gave him a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Ben began to polish her clit while thrusting up into her. She threw her head back, her mouth slack and eyes closed, and he felt her getting wetter.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he growled as he increased the pressure on her knot.

  “Yes. Ohhh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered.

  “Mmm, that’s right, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”

  Her body tensed, her pussy clenched around his dick, then she fell forward on top of his chest while she spoke in tongues and shuddered and spasmed. His ego loved it almost as much as his cock.

  When she was spent, he flipped her onto her knees and took her from behind, holding her hips tight as he pounded into her heat. He loved the way her ass bounced while he drove into her, and couldn’t help but smack it with each thrust.

  “That’s it. Take this cock,” he snarled, slamming into her body.

  Fuck, he loved how her pussy felt, and soon he felt his balls drawing up.

  “Where do you want it, baby girl?”

  “Come in my pussy. So deep, baby,” she groaned.

  Ben grunted and gripped her flesh as he threw back his head and spurted his load, balls deep inside her.

  “Oh my god, that was hot,” she purred when he dropped his weight onto her and rolled to the side, holding her middle tight so he didn’t slip out. Being able to remain inside her, not having to worry about a condom, was bliss.

  “I’ll get you a towel in a minute. Just let me hold you for a little while,” he murmured against her hair with his eyes closed.

  He fell back to sleep before his cock even went flaccid.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Harper

  She might be confusing sex with love; it wouldn’t be the first time, but right now, lying in Ben’s strong arms, his rhythmic breathing in her ear and his cock still inside her, she’d never felt more safe and loved. That warm contentment, coupled with having been thoroughly satiated, had her slipping into a restful slumber to match Ben’s.

  “Scout.”

  She whimpered and snuggled deeper against the warm, broad frame next to her.

  “Harper, baby…”

  Her eyes flew open, and it took her a second to get her bearings when she realized she wasn’t in her own bed. What time was it? Did Honey need to go outside? Had she been snoring?

  Ben noticed the look of confusion on her face and gently stroked her hair.

  “Hey, you’re okay. You’re here with me. We fell back asleep, but I didn’t want you to nap too long, and then not be able to sleep tonight.”

  She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, feeling the remnants of their earlier lovemaking session between her legs. Was it slutty that it turned her on? Just the thought of him dominating her while he fucked her, then how he turned gentle and caring when they were through, made her toes curl.

  As if reading her mind, he kissed her cheek and whispered, “Be right back,” only to return a minute later with a damp washcloth that he wiped her thighs and sex with. She pressed her hips up against his hand as he tended to her pussy.

  “Dirty girl,” he chuckled, throwing the washcloth into the hamper in the corner. “I think you might be as insatiable as me,” he said in a low voice. He ran his finger along the crease of her lower lips, watching her face for her reaction as he did.

  “Only when it comes to you.”

  That was true. She’d never been so attracted to a man before, but simply looking at his sexy tattooed arms and chest, along with his lazy smile and kind hazel eyes, had her wet. And that deep voice, especially when he talked dirty… Good grief.

  Ben slid down between her legs, nestling his face against her pussy and spreading her open with his hands—and grinning when he found her already wet.

  “I meant only with you, too, baby. You are so fucking sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”

  He began to lick her up one side and down the other, pushing a finger inside her as he did. She bucked against his mouth, and he pressed a hand on her stomach to hold her still while he assaulted her clit with his tongue and teeth, his finger moving in time with his mouth.

  Soon, she was on the brink of another orgasm. Harper hadn’t thought it was possible to come so often in such a short period of time, but as the climax racked her body, she realized that perhaps it was just that she’d never had a lover like Ben McCallister before.

  ****

  Ben

  He dropped Harper and Honey off at her house on his way to his parents’ for dinner. Truth be told, he would have much rather spent the rest of his weekend with the sexy attorney, even if they only watched TV and snuggled together. He’d thought again about inviting her to go with him, but recognized there were some new relationship rules and boundaries that he needed to follow.

  Which meant he probably shouldn’t go back to her house after dinner.

  “Hey, big brother!” Laura said, snapping her finger in front of his face at the dinner table. “Did you hear me?”

  He came to the present with a smile.

  “No. What’d you say?”

  His sister rolled her eyes. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Zoning out when I’m talking to you.”

  Their mother set a pan of lasagna on an oven pad in the middle of the dining room table with a knowing smile but didn’t say anything, just sat down next to their father, Hugh.

  “Well, it’s been for the same reason.”

  “So I’m assuming things went well with fake-blue-eyes?” Laura said smugly as she handed their mom her plate for a piece of lasagna.

  “You were right. They were colored contacts, but yeah. I had the best weekend with her.”

  His entire family’s eyebrows went up at the same time.

  “Oh?” Brenda McCallister tried to sound nonchalant as she dished Ben’s favorite dinner out for everyone. “You spent the whole weekend with this woman? What’s her name?”

  “Harper Finch.”

  “What does she do?” his sister asked, plucking a piece of garlic bread from the basket.

  “She’s a lawyer.”

  His family looked impressed and his father asked, “What kind?”

  “Um, I’m not exactly sure.”

  “Well, where does she work?” his mom asked.

  Suddenly Ben became very focused on cutting his lasagna into perfectly bite-sized pieces.

  “I, uh, don’t know.”

  His sister snorted. “Didn’t spend a lot of time talking, eh? When do we get to meet her?”

  He took a big gulp of red wine to stall while he contemplated her question. In the meantime, his mother asked, “Where did you and Harper meet?”

  God bless
her.

  He set his glass down and looked at his mom; she was a beautiful woman, and his dad still adored and doted on her.

  “At Sloane’s engagement party.”

  “Oh, I was so excited to hear about that,” Brenda said. “He was always such a nice boy.”

  “You do realize he’s thirty-four,” Laura said.

  “Thirty-five. His parents didn’t put him in school until he was six,” Ben corrected.

  “The point is,” his mom said firmly, “he was a nice boy, and I’m sure he turned into a wonderful man. His fiancée is a lucky woman.”

  “She’s great. They seem to be well-matched and very much in love.”

  “How do you know?” Laura asked.

  He paused to ponder that for a second. How did he know?

  “Well, the way they look at each other, for one. And listening to them talk to one another—it was respectful but he would tease her, and she would sass him back, and he loved it. It was kind of like listening to Mom and Dad. I don’t think they stopped smiling the whole night. Plus… I don’t know, Sloane just had this sense of peace about him.”

  His parents were smiling.

  “Aw, good for him,” his mom said, while his dad mumbled, “Smart of him to lock her down.”

  But his sister was looking at him through narrowed eyes.

  “When do we get to meet Harper? You didn’t answer me the first time I asked.”

  Ben lied. “I guess I didn’t hear you.”

  “So… when?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Soon.”

  “What the hell does that mean? Soon like next weekend, or soon like mom’s meaning and really never?”

  “Hey!” their mother interjected from across the table.

  “It’s true, babe,” their father said, putting his hand on top of his wife’s.

  “I know,” Brenda said with a smile. “But I didn’t realize everyone else did, too.”

  “No, not next weekend but not never. Soon,” Ben told his sister.

  “Oh my god,” Laura said with a sigh. “I can’t even with you.”

  “You love me,” he said with a wink, and took another perfectly-sized bite of lasagna.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Harper

  She had gotten a little bit of work done Sunday night—although she wasn’t sure how. Her thoughts had been on Ben the entire time. Dreamy thoughts. Thoughts she should not be having after having met him only two nights ago.

  But then again, she probably shouldn’t have received countless orgasms from his fingers, tongue, and cock after just meeting him either, so there was that.

  After seeing how convenient the doggy door at Ben’s house was, she was on Amazon looking for one when her phone dinged with an incoming message. She eagerly brought the screen to life and saw it was a message from him. He’d taken a selfie of them at the game and insisted she put that as his picture in her phonebook. She’d examined it more than once since she’d been home—it showed his dimples and kind eyes and made her smile. Seeing it again on her screen telling her he’d texted made her smile again. She touched her cheeks, realizing they sort of hurt from all the smiling she’d done this weekend. Or maybe it was from sucking his cock. Either way, she was happy.

  Ben: Wanted to say goodnight. Wish I was there to hold you as you fell asleep.

  Harper: I wish you were, too. How was dinner?

  Ben: It was good. My family wants to meet you.

  Normally she’d be thinking This guy is clueless; you don’t introduce a woman to your family after one weekend. But she knew Ben wasn’t clueless, and instead found herself flattered, not to mention intrigued about where this might be going. She closed her eyes before responding.

  Just be, Harper. Enjoy the ride—you don’t have to control everything. That was something she’d learned from her life coach, along with no regrets.

  Harper: Sounds fun. Do I get to see pictures of you when you were a kid?

  Ben: Negative.

  Harper: Aw, you’re no fun.

  Ben: Baby girl, I’m lots of fun. Didn’t I prove that this weekend? I’ll do better.

  Harper: Oh, no. You were so much fun I think I’m going to be sore until Wednesday.

  Ben: I actually wasn’t thinking of that kind of fun, but now I feel bad.

  Harper: DON’T YOU DARE. I had the best time ever.

  Ben: Me too. So, dinner tomorrow night? What time do you get off work? When are you bringing Cary Grant in to my shop? I’ll fit you in anytime.

  Harper: I can bring him by in the morning before I go to work. Around eight-thirty?

  Ben: See you tomorrow. Sleep tight. Dream of me.

  If she did dream—which she often didn’t, because she was usually too tired—there was no doubt in her mind it’d be about the hunky mechanic.

  ****

  Harper was impressed with how modern and clean the lobby for McCallister Motors was. Frank, the man behind the counter, made her feel welcome and didn’t have even a hint of a condescending ‘well, little lady’ attitude toward her.

  “Hi, I have an appointment at eight thirty. Harper Finch—’59 Corvette.”

  The older man grinned at her like the cat that ate the canary. “I’ll be right back.”

  She stood there for less than a minute before a younger man walked in, wiping his hands on a grease rag as he gave her a flirtatious smile. He looked fresh out of high school and the name sewn on his shirt read Dr. Evil, causing her to smile.

  “Dropping off? What seems to be the problem?”

  Harper started to explain what was wrong, mentioning that a ‘friend’ of hers thought the carburetor needed adjusting. She could feel the man struggling not to roll his eyes at what he thought was a weekend warrior mechanic’s assessment. Little did he know it was his boss who had made the appraisal.

  “Why does he think it’s the carburetor? There’s a lot of things that can cause your engine to knock,” he said, his attention focused on something on the counter.

  “He said he could tell by the smell.”

  The kid jerked his head up and looked at her. “What kind of car did you say you have?”

  “I didn’t yet, and it’s a ’59 Corvette.”

  “Oh shit!” He started toward the door. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”

  And he disappeared in the same direction Frank had gone.

  ****

  Ben

  Frank stood with his shoulder against the doorjamb of his office, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Hey, boss, that ’59 Corvette just came in. You forgot to mention the owner of said car was a knockout, although I guess I should have known when you made sure to tell each of us that you wanted to handle the car personally when it came in.”

  Scout was here. He didn’t even care that Frank was giving him shit. She had been pretty much all he could think about since he had woken up with morning wood. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her.

  Ben was out his office door and down the hall while Frank’s chuckle still echoed off the walls.

  “Hey, Ben,” Josh said breathlessly, scurrying toward him from the direction of the lobby. “That Vette is here.”

  “I know, thanks,” he said as he walked by. “On my way there now.”

  “She’s fucking hot—”

  He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back slowly with his eyebrows raised.

  “She’s what?”

  “Uh, beautiful?”

  “That’s what I thought you meant to say.”

  He walked into his lobby to find her. She glanced over and noticed him as he stalked toward her, and she looked up through her lashes coyly. Ben slipped his hand around her waist and drew her tiny body into his, burying his face in her neck. He didn’t give a shit who was watching as he breathed in her already-familiar scent.

  “Hello there,” he said placing a kiss on her forehead. “I missed you last night. I’m glad you brought Cary Grant in today for me to take a look at.”

  “Y
ou’re going to work on him?” She stared up into his eyes and a slow smile spread across her face. “And I missed you, too.”

  Josh is right—she is fucking hot.

  He winked. “Good. Maybe it will make it easier for me to talk you into staying over tonight. And of course I’m going to be the one working on your car. Only the best for the best, right?”

  “Thanks, Benji. I really appreciate you doing this.”

  “Not a problem.” He reached for her hand and started walking toward the door. “Let me take you to work.”

  She didn’t move. “Are you sure? I know you’re busy—I was just planning on calling an Uber.”

  “It’s a service we provide to our customers, Scout. But for the record, even if it wasn’t, I’d be driving you anyway.”

  Harper bit the bottom of her lip again like she was trying not to smile as she followed him outside.

  He had decided to forego the company shuttle van and take her in his Shelby Mustang. It was why he’d driven it this morning.

  Harper gave a low whistle. “We’re going in this?”

  “I didn’t get to take you home in it the other night like I promised,” Ben said as he opened her door for her.

  He got in the driver’s side door, then leaned across the console and put his hand behind her head, pulling her in for a long kiss. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’d last kissed her, but he’d missed the hell out of it.

  A little whimper escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he had to fight the urge to pull her into his lap.

  Breaking the kiss, he took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against hers.

  “The things you do to me, Scout,” he whispered with his eyes closed.

  “The feeling is mutual. You don’t even want to know what condition my panties are currently in.”

  He let out a long groan as he sat back in his seat with a thud.

  “Keep talking like that, baby girl, and I’m going to take you back to my place and fuck you before I take you to work.”

  With a mischievous grin, she buckled her seatbelt.